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Here's another thing " Pilch paused a moment, then said, "Night before last, about an hour after you'd gone to bed, you had a very light touch of the same pattern of mental blankness you experienced on that plasmoid station." "While I was asleep?" Trigger said, startled. "That's right. Comparatively very light, very brief. Five or six minutes. Dream activity, etcetera, smooths out.
"Good plasmoids and bad plasmoids?" Trigger shook her head. "No. It doesn't feel right." "What else feels right?" Pilch asked. "The farmer. The little old man who owned the farm where the mud pond was." "Liked him, didn't you?" "Very much! He knew a lot of fascinating things." She laughed again.
"The other reason she came here," Pilch said, "is to take care of the financing of Mantelish's expedition." "I didn't know that!" Trigger said, surprised. "It's her way of making amends. Her legitimate Hub holdings are still enormous, of course. She can afford it." "Well," Trigger said, "that's one thing about Lyad she's wholehearted!" "She's that," said Pilch.
Mantelish brags about a new solvent he's been dosing its roots with. You see that great big branch like an L turned upward, just a little above the center?" Pilch looked again. "Yes," she said after a moment, "I think so." "Just before the L turns upward, there's a little cluster of green branches," Trigger said. "I see those, yes." Trigger picked up the field glasses and handed them to her.
The lunatic was lucky the termites didn't get to him before he even reached the station!" Pilch said, "Termites?" Trigger told her about the termites. "Ugh!" said Pilch. "I hadn't heard about those. So they broke him for that. It hardly seems right." "Well, you have to have discipline," Trigger said tolerantly. "Ape's a bit short on that end anyway.
She motioned Trigger to a low soft seat that took up half the space of the tiny room behind the lock, sat down beside her and spoke at a wall pickup. "All set. Let's ride!" Blue-green tinted sky moved past them in the little room's viewer screen; then a tilted landscape flashed by and dropped back. Pilch winked at Trigger. "Takes off like a scared yazong, that boy!
When did you first find out about it?" "On the morning after our interview. Right after I got up." "How?" Trigger laughed. "I watch my weight. When I noticed I'd turned three and a half pounds heavier overnight than I'd averaged the past four years, I knew all right!" Pilch smiled faintly. "You weren't alarmed at all?" "No. I guess I'd been prepared just enough by that time.
Twenty years ago, infants were often carried in panniers or baskets, one on each side of a led pony or donkey, with the supposed object of initiating them to horse exercise. The pannier training was followed by the little girls being placed on a pilch, and conducted about by a mounted groom with a leading-rein.
However, his daughter is married to an up and coming young businessman who happened to be on hand and have the money and other qualifications to pick up those concessions." She laughed. "It's the Inger Lines now. They're smart characters, in a way!" "Yes," said Pilch. "In a way.
"Considerate little fellow!" said Pilch. She sighed. "Well, everything came out very satisfactorily much more so than anyone could have dared hope at one time. All that's left is a very intriguing mystery which the Hub will be chatting about for years.... What happened aboard Doctor Fayle's vanished ship that caused the king plasmoid to awaken to awful life?" she cried.
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