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You must return with the Swiftwing to the planet where the violation originated " he consulted a memorandum "Procyon Alpha. There you and the man Raynor Three will face charges of unlawful conspiracy to board a Lhari ship, in violation of Intergalactic Trade treaties. Captain Vorongil, will you be responsible for him?" So I've lost, Bart thought drearily.
The hail had stopped, and the piled heaps were already melting, but it was bitterly cold. Bart wrapped himself in the silvery cloak, glad of its warmth, and struggled back across the slushy, ice-strewn meadow that had been so pink and flowery in the sunshine. The Swiftwing, a monstrous dark egg looming in the twilight, seemed like home.
Listen to it as often as you can, then destroy it completely before you leave here. The Swiftwing is due in port three days from now, and they stay here a week. I don't know how we'll manage it, but I'll guarantee there'll be a vacancy of one Astrogator, First Class, on that ship." He rose. "And now I'm going back to town and erase the memory." He stopped, looking intently at Bart.
But I wash my hands of it," Raynor One said angrily. Bart told his story simply: his meeting with the elder Briscoe, his meeting with Raynor One carefully not implicating Raynor One in the plot Raynor Three's work in altering his appearance to that of a Lhari, and the major events of his cruise on the Swiftwing.
He did not know that he had already had the best luck of his unique voyage, or realize the fantastic luck that had brought him to the small green star Meristem. The crews of repairmen were working down in the hull, and the Swiftwing was a hell of clanging noise and shuddering heat.
Bart shook his head. "No. Raynor Three sent me to call off your plans, because of my father " "That sounds like Three," interrupted Raynor Two. "Entirely too squeamish!" Montano said irritably, "We couldn't have done anything without a man on the Swiftwing, and you know it. We still can't. Bart, I suppose you know about Lharillis." "Not by that name." "Your next stop.
Before the Swiftwing lifted, outbound, Vorongil came to his cabin. "You've seen very little of our world," he said diffidently. "I have permission for you to visit the city before we leave Council Spaceport." "You think you can trust me?" Bart asked bitterly. Vorongil said gravely, without humor, "The question does not arise.
Unless we all want the disasters born of trial and error, we Lhari had better help you train your men quickly and well. I want you to go back on the Swiftwing with me. Not an apprentice, but representative of Eight Colors, to act as liaison between men and Lhari at least until your own affairs claim your attention." Behind them on the balcony, Tommy appeared, making signals to Bart: "Say yes!
If you do something differently, they'll just think you're from another planet with a different culture. "Have you been here long?" "A day or so. I'm off the Swiftwing." Bart decided to hazard his luck. "I was told there's a vacancy on the Swiftwing." Ringg looked at him curiously. "There is," he said, "but I'd like to know how you found it out.
This would be his only voyage; after this he'd be chained again, crawling from planet to planet of a single sun. And as warp-shift followed warp-shift, the Swiftwing retracing the path of her outward cruise star by star, Bart said farewell to them. One day, at last, he stood at the viewport, watching Procyon Alpha nearing.
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