Why was it not provided? Bring it here." Now this cradle, carved in cedar wood and inlaid with mother-of-pearl, had been a sponsor's gift to poor little George, the first male heir of the Talbots, and it was regarded as a special treasure by his mother, who was both wounded and resentful at the demand, and stood pouting and saying, "It was my son's. It is mine." "It belongs to the family.
You did a sponsor's duty, yes for an alien, an enemy, and with a degree of sympathy no one could expect. You acted exactly like what he called you, his brother." "I was, yes. And I am glad that he saw the peace he wanted so. But that he should die as he did . . ." "I know what he's become," Davis said. "I guessed, and he confirmed it. He's not dead, as either of us understand death.
Part of a sponsor's responsibility was easing any stress outside of the Ordeal itself, and Steve already carried two contradictory convictions: his need to survive, to complete his mission, and his certainty that he would not. There was nothing Hovan could do about the man's certainty of death, but he could see to it that Steve was allowed to rest.
This proposition he was not prepared to deny, and the end of it was that Mr. Robson baptised the girl, taking Miranda for godmother. Mabilla they called her by her sponsor's desire, "Mabilla By-the-Wood," and as such she was published and married.
Omer, it was essential to have permission from Headquarters before one could enter any house or hotel. I was accordingly dumped in the dark streets of a strange town and told to be at that exact spot again in two hours, waiting my sponsor's return.
He wondered why his human ruhar had started to say "Terran" and switched in mid-word to "human." Steve spoke informally, but he was careful of his words; why was he making such a distinction now? Tarlac had caught Hovan's look of surprise at the word change, and had a shrewd idea of his sponsor's thoughts.
Hovan turned and left the gathering hall, taking Steve's body to a small room nearby to carry out a sponsor's most distasteful duty of preparing the one he sponsored, when that one succumbed, for Presentation and Transformation. The preparations he had been so sure would not be needed had of course been made; the room held what was required.
"We find matter for favor in your sponsor's speech. Can you more fully state the nature of this petition?" "Yes, ma'am your Majesty," said Droop, rising and dusting off his knees. "I am the inventor of a couple of things, forsooth, that are away ahead of the age. Marry, yes! I call 'em a bicycle and a phonograph." "Well, did you ever!" murmured Rebecca, amazed at this impudent claim to invention.
The result was mediaevally immediate, and the period of Mr. Cory's convalescence in the hospital was almost half that of his sponsor's detention in the county jail. It needed nothing to finish Joe with the good people of Canaan; had it needed anything, the trial of Happy Fear would have overspilled the necessity.
It made him want to retreat to childhood, to find solace in his sponsor's strength as he had once found it in his father's. He couldn't. He couldn't share what he knew, that if he died in failure the Traiti race would not long survive him. And he was certain, without reason, that he would die. The Hermnaen was alone when it neared Homeworld's defense perimeter.