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Perhaps the hatching cannot be stopped but I've decided that I am a man and must fight like one against the fates. So, though I still oppose much that the Satheri have done, I've gone back to them. We'll be at the camp of the Sather Karf shortly." That sewed everything up neatly, Hanson thought. Before, he had been torn between two alternatives.
On Dave's world, the cardinal rule of logic was that the symbol was not the thing and work done on symbols had to be translated by hard work into reality. Maybe things were really more logical here where the symbol was the thing, and all the steps in between thought and result were saved. "So we are all at fault," Sather Karf said finally.
He looked down at his body, sick in his mind. Vague bits of fairy tales came back to him, suggesting horrible things about mandrake creatures zombie-like things, only outwardly human. Sather Karf seemed amused as he looked at Ser Perth. Then the old man dropped his eyes toward Dave, and there was a brief look of pity in them. "No matter, Dave Hanson," he said.
They meant to kill him somehow, and the defense of him was growing too costly unless there were positive results. Dave hinted at having nearly reached the solution, giving her only a bit of his wild idea of welding the sky. She took off with that, but he was sure it wouldn't satisfy the Sather. In that, he was right. By nightfall, when she came back from the city, he was groaning in pain.
Then he lost control with too much tension or fatigue and began getting a bunch of assorted junk, such as old 201-A tubes, a transit, a crystal vase and resistors. But the chief trouble was that he couldn't secure working batteries. He had managed a few, but all were dead. "Like the soul, electrical charges will not transfer," Sather Karf agreed sadly. "I should have told you that."
Hanson got up and moved forward. He had been wondering when they would get around to this. Beside him, Bork and Nema also rose. "Never trust a Sather," Bork said softly. Nema started to protest, then changed her mind. She frowned, torn between old and new loyalties. "The summons was only for Dave Hanson," Ser Perth said sternly as the three drew up to him.
"Anyhow, if you'd been using your eyes and seen the way we are traveling, you'd know I've rejoined the crew. I've made up with the Sather Karf and at a time like this, our great grandfather was glad to have me back!" Nema rushed toward him in delight, but Hanson wasn't convinced. "Why?" he asked. Bork sobered.
He suspected Bork was putting the spell on her for her own good, and he agreed that she was better out of all this. "Now where were we?" Bork asked. "Oh, yes, I was trying to convert you and knowing I'd failed already. Of course, I don't know that they killed you first but those are their methods. Take it from me, I know. I was the youngest Ser ever to be accepted for training as a Sather.
"Fix the engine, Dave Hanson," he called. It made sense. The others could do the fighting, but only he had training with such mechanisms. He turned back to his work, just as the warlocks began rallying behind Sather Karf, grabbing up what weapons they could find. There was no magic in this fight. Sticks, stones, hammers and knives were all that remained workable.
He bent down to study the tiny little jeweled gears. A whole gear train was out of place! Sather Karf was also inspecting it, and the words he cried didn't sound like an invocation, though they were strange enough. He straightened, still cursing. "Fix it!" "I'll try," Hanson agreed doubtfully. "But you'd better get the man who made this. He'll know better than I "
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