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Ashe made his final adjustments, and then his finger pressed a button and they watched the vista-plate no larger than the palms of two hands. Nothing, a dull gray nothing! Something must have gone wrong with their assembly work. Ross touched Ashe's shoulder. But now there were shadows gathering on the plate, thickening, to sharpen into a distinct picture.
There were symbol lines on the vista-plate in accordance, and some of them made sense! Ross was elated. "Ask him: Can one enter the castle unseen to check on the slaves?" "For what reason?" Ross was sure he had read those symbols correctly. "Tell him that one of our kind may be among them." Loketh did not reply so quickly this time.
No more wind and gloom, he stood directly behind the pilot's web-sling, facing a vista-plate and rows of controls, just as he had stood so many times in the derelict. He had made it! This was the control cabin of the spacer. And it was alive the faint thrumming in the air, the play of lights on the boards. Ross pulled the cowl of his Foanna cloak up over his head.
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