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The words were louder and this time Brion recognized the voice. Without waiting for an answer, Ulv turned and his dimly seen shape vanished into the darkness. Brion moved swiftly after him, until they walked side by side over the rolling hills of sand. The sand merged into hard-baked ground, became cracked and scarred with rock-filled gulleys.
Aware now, Brion saw a native move away from the edge of the crowd and turn to look in their direction. It was Ulv. "Turn the car that way!" He punched Telt's arm and pointed. "Do it slowly and don't draw any attention to us." For a moment there was hope, which he kept himself from considering. The building was gone, and the people in it all dead. That fact had to be faced. "What's going on?"
Ulv shouted, his voice cracking. Not with fear, but with frustration at the attempt to reconcile two opposite points of view. Up until this time his world had consisted of black and white values, with very few shadings of difference in between. "There are things you can do that will stop the war without hurting yourself or the magter," Brion said, searching for a way to enlist their aid.
If I see you again I will kill you." He stepped to the tunnel and was gone. There was nothing more to be said. Brion went out next checking carefully to be sure that Gebk really had left and Ulv guided him to the spot where the lights of Hovedstad were visible. He did not speak during their return journey and vanished without a word.
You can't expect us to fight a war and you surely can't expect us to ignore the plight of sick neighbors?" "No ... you surely can't," Brion said, sitting down heavily. He looked at Ulv, to whom the speech had been incomprehensible. Beyond him, Hys wore his most cynical expression as he considered the frailties of his people.
They do not change." She put the length of plant she had been softening for the child back into her mouth. Her lips were deeply grooved and scarred from a lifetime of this work, her teeth at the sides worn almost to the bone. "Mor is right," Ulv said. "You do not talk to magter. What else is there to do?" Brion looked at the two men before he spoke, and shifted his weight.
"Tell us," Ulv grunted. "There would be no war if the magter could be contacted, made to listen to reason. They are killing you all. You could tell me how to talk to the magter, how I could understand them " "No one can talk to the magter," the woman broke in. "If you say something different they will kill you as they killed Gebk's brother. So they are easy to understand. That is the way they are.
He stood up and his hand went to his mouth; air hissed faintly through the tube in his hand. Without a sound the magter folded and fell to the ground. Before the body hit, Ulv crouched low and rushed in. There was the sudden scuffling of feet on the floor, then silence. Brion walked in, gun ready and alert, not knowing what he would find.
Ulv led the way across the empty loading bay. Brion followed closely, fighting down the temptation to tell him to hurry. When he saw that Ulv was heading towards an office in the far wall, he could control himself no longer and ran on ahead. It was Lea, lying unconscious on a couch. Sweat beaded her face and she moaned and stirred without opening her eyes.
"Stand to one side and hold the cadaver's chin, Brion," she said. "Hold it firmly so the head doesn't shake around when I cut. This is going to be a little gruesome. I'm sorry. But it'll be the fastest way to cut the bone." The saw bit into the skull. Once Ulv waved them into silence, and shrank back himself into the shadows next to the window.
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