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Hours Merth Skahl spent with him, calming him to sleep. "But what is this constant search? It is little enough I know of science, but why do you send our men to these spots of wonderfully beautiful, but useless natural forces. Can we somehow, do you think, turn them against the people of these worlds?" Softly the old Miran smiled. "Yes, you might say so.
It was this which brought John Meff, alias Merth, of whom we are now to speak, to an ignominious death, after he had once before escaped it in a very extraordinary manner, as in the process of his story shall be related.
Mighty Jarth, if I have mistaken in following my judgments, it is not from disobedience, it is lack of Thy knowledge. The strongest they are not always the better, are they?" Merth Skahl bent sharply over his friend. "Quiet thyself, Gresth Gkae. You know, and I know, you have done only your best, and surely Jarth himself can ask no better of any one.
You must rest, for only by rest can those terrible burns be healed. All your stheen over half the body-area was burned off. You have been delirious for many days." "But Merth Skahl, think have we disobeyed Jarth's will? It is, we know, his will that only the best and the strongest shall rule but are the best always the strongest? An imbecile adult could destroy the life of a genius-grade child.
For that, I must go to the laboratories. Help me, Merth Skahl." Reluctantly the physician granted the request, but begged of Gresth Gkae a promise of at least six hours rest in every fifteen, and a good sleep of at least twenty-seven hours every "night."
He shook his head slowly. "I'm afraid, Merth Skahl. I am afraid. We have, perhaps, made a mistake. The better and the stronger alone should rule. Aye, but is the stronger always the better? I am afraid we have mistaken the Truth in assuming this. If we have then may Jarth, Lord of Truth and Wisdom punish us.
In the meantime all we can do is hold on and hunt, and let's hope better than the Strangers do." Sadly the convalescent Gresth Gkae listened to the reports of his lieutenants. More and more disgraced he felt as he realized how badly he had blundered in reporting the people of this system unable to cope with the attackers' weapons. Gresth Gkae looked up at his old friend and physician, Merth Skahl.
In other respects he appeared penitent and devout, suffering at Tyburn at the same time with the afore-mentioned Matthew Clark, in the twenty-second year of his age, leaving behind him a wife, who died afterwards with grief for his execution. The Life of JOHN MEFF, alias MERTH, a Housebreaker and a Highwayman
Then then our atomic bombs can destroy those forts, and we can move on!" But suddenly the animation and strength left his voice. He turned a sad, downcast face to his friend. "But Merth Skahl, we can't do it," he complained. "Ah now I can see why you so want to continue this wearing and worrying work. You need time, Gresth Gkae, only time for success.
Tomorrow it may be that you will see the first hint that will lead you to success." "Ah I only hope it, Merth Skahl, I only hope it." But it was the next day that they saw the first glimpse of the secret, and saw the path that might lead to hope and success. In a week they were sending electric bombs across the laboratory.
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