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Updated: June 24, 2025
A messenger ship to recall the twenty-seven ships once floating in orbit about Weald. Most of them would be used for some time, now, to bring beef from Orede. Some would haul more grain from Weald. It would be paid for. There would be a need for commercial missions to be exchanged between Weald and Dara. It was a full week before he could go to the little Med Ship and prepare for departure.
It drifted like a derelict upon no course at all. It seemed ominous, and since it came from Orede the planet nearest to Dara of the blueskins the health ministry informed the planet's chief executive. "It'll be blueskins," said that astute person, firmly. "They're next-door to Orede. That's who's done this.
The Darians who'd stampeded the cattle took them prisoners. They had to!" "True," said Calhoun. "It wouldn't have been wise to leave Wealdians around on Orede with their throats cut. Or living, either, to tell about a rumor of blueskins. Even if their throats will be cut now. Is that the program?" Maril shivered. "No ... They'll be put on short rations like everybody else.
It tied in, like everything else that was unpleasant, to blueskins. Nobody from Weald would dream of landing on Orede! Not now! A little before the Med Ship was due to break out from overdrive, the girl said very carefully; "You've been very kind. I'd like to thank you. I didn't really believe I would live to get to Orede." Calhoun raised his eyebrows.
Get your astrogators together and I think they'll approve my idea." The silence was totally skeptical. "Orede " "Not Orede," said Calhoun. "Weald will be hunting that planet over for Darians. If they find any, they'll drop bombs here." "Our only space pilots," said a tall man, presently, "are on Orede now. If you've told the truth, they'll probably head back because of your warning.
"The astrogators are coming," she said swiftly. "They'll bring some boxes with them. They'll ask you to instruct them so they can handle our ship better. They lost themselves coming back from Orede. No, they didn't lose themselves, but they lost time, enough time almost to make an extra trip for meat. They need to be experts.
But criminal incompetence and its consequences was what Calhoun had been loaned to Sector Twelve to help remedy. He was not at ease, though. No ship arrived from Orede to bear out his account of an attempt to get that lonely world evacuated before Weald discovered it had blueskins on it.
Don't you think that a lot of cattle have been slaughtered on Orede lately?" Murgatroyd yawned. He settled himself still more comfortably in Calhoun's lap. "Chee," he said drowsily. He went to sleep, while Calhoun continued the examination of highly condensed information.
His young students took command in four-hour watches, with at least one breakout from overdrive in each watch. He built up enthusiasm in them. They ignored the discomfort of being hungry though there had been no reason for them to stint on food on Orede in growing pride in what they came to know.
Murgatroyd and I can make out quite well here. When you're hungry, you now know how to get something to eat. When we land on Orede, you'll probably go about whatever business you have there. That's all." She stared at him. "But you don't believe what I've told you!" "No," agreed Calhoun. But he didn't add to the statement. "But I will tell you," she offered. "The police were after me.
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