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It will probably be a rough landing and I'd like to have some kind of a chance." Mikah frowned at him. "Will you give me your word of honor that you won't try to escape during the landing?" "No. And if I gave it would you believe it? If you let me go, you take your chances. Let neither of us think it will be any different." "I have my duty to do," Mikah said. Jason remained locked in the chair.
"Were you talking to me?" Mikah asked. "I wasn't but I might as well now. Have you noticed anything interesting about the country we have been passing through, anything different?" "Nothing. It is a wilderness, untouched by the hand of man." "Then you must be blind, because I have been seeing things the last two days, and I know just as little about woodcraft as you do.
The protective casing seemed to be soldered to the base, but there must be stronger concealed attachments because it would not move even after he carefully scratched away some of the solder at the base. Therefore the answer simply had to be on the sixth side. "Over here, Mikah," he called, and the man detached himself reluctantly from the warmth of the stove and shuffled up.
"Can't we help repair anything?" "Are you a ship technician? I'm not. We would probably do more harm than good." It took two ship-days of very erratic flight to reach the planet. A haze of clouds obscured the atmosphere. They approached from the night side and no details were visible. Or lights. "If there were cities we should see their lights shouldn't we?" Mikah asked. "Not necessarily.
When we get into the atmosphere you can take over and look for a spot to set down." "I don't believe a word you say now," Mikah said grimly. "I'm going to take control and get a call out on the emergency band. Someone will hear it." As he started forward the ship lurched again and all the lights went out. In the darkness flames could be seen flickering inside the controls.
Mikah shouted, leaping to his feet and pacing back and forth before Jason, clasping and unclasping his hands with agitation. "You seek to confuse me with your semantics and so-called ethics that are simply opportunism and greed. There is a Higher Law that cannot be argued " "That is an impossible statement and I can prove it." Jason pointed at the books on the wall.
Now they are human cattle, beaten and killed on whim. You can't be feeling sorry for the D'zertanoj every one of them is a murderer ten times over. You've seen them beat people to death. Do you feel that they are too nice to suffer a revolution?" Mikah relaxed and Jason removed his hand slightly, ready to clamp down if the other's voice rose above a whisper.
The weather remained cold and the ice refused to melt until Jason had the pit ringed with smoking oil stoves. Water began to run down into the pit and Mikah went to work bailing it out, while the gap between the hood and the baseplate widened. The melting continued for the rest of the day and almost all of the night.
Twice we passed places where the grass was flat and branches broken as if a caroj passed two or three days ago, maybe more. And once there was a place where someone had built a cooking fire, but that was very old." "Nothing to be seen, Mikah?" Jason asked with raised eyebrows. "See what a lifetime of krenoj hunting can do for the sense of observation and terrain." "I am no savage.
"I think you two better come with me, my father will know what to do," he said, pushing Jason and Mikah ahead of him out the door. He locked it and called for one of his brothers to stand guard, then poked his captives down the hall. They shuffled along in their leg-irons, Mikah nobly as a martyr and Jason seething and grinding his teeth.
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