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Updated: June 24, 2025
Deftly, almost painlessly, a needle slid into his arm. Giving in. A dizzying welter of thoughts spun suddenly in his mind. Briscoe. Raynor One and Raynor Three. The net between the stars. Ringg, Vorongil, Meta, his father.... Consciousness slid away.
Would Vorongil feel that Bart had deceived him, betrayed him, when he heard Bart today? In the hearing room, four white-crested Lhari sat across from four dignified, well-dressed men, representatives of the Federation of Intergalactic Trade.
He pressed the top of one claw into the wax. Vorongil nodded, shoved it on a shelf without looking at it. "So much for that," said Ringg, laughing, as they came out. "The Bald One was in a good temper. I'm going to the port and celebrate, not that this dim place is very festive. You?" "I I think I'll stay aboard." "Well, if you change your mind, I'll be down there somewhere," Ringg said.
If we spend an hour in here, we'll be safe enough. Did you have any trouble putting the radiation counter out of commission?" So in half an hour they would all be dead. Ringg, Rugel, Captain Vorongil. Two dozen Lhari, all dead so that Montano could have a Lhari ship to play with. And what then? More killing, more murder?
"Radiation sickness," said Bart, and Vorongil reached out, catching his shoulder in a cruel taloned grip. Bart said desperately "I'm not a Lhari! I signed on in disguise I knew they meant to take the ship, but I can't let you all die. "How can I make you believe me? Here " In desperation, Bart reached up. Pain stabbed his eyeballs, fierce, blinding, as he pulled out one of the contact lenses.
After the warp-drive shift, Vorongil came to his cabin, this time crisp and businesslike. "We're back in your galaxy," he said, "among the stars you know. We have no passenger space on the Swiftwing; we had to ship out without replacing Rugel, which means we're short two men. I've no authority to ask this of you, but would you like your old job back for the rest of the voyage?"
The others were given an inert sedative they believed to be the cold-sleep drug. How are you feeling, Bart?" "Fine but wondering what's going to happen." "You won't be hurt," Vorongil said, quickly. Then: "You don't believe me, do you?" "I don't, sir. David Briscoe did what I did, and he's dead. So are three other men." "Men do strange things from fear men and Lhari.
It was the first time that Bart, unaided, had had the responsibility of plotting a warp-drive shift. He checked the coordinates of the small green star three times before passing them along to Vorongil. Even so, when they went into Acceleration Two, he felt stinging fear. If I plotted wrong, we could shift into that crazy space and come out billions of miles away....
He saw Bartol and called, "Are you the new First Class? I'm Rugel, coordinator." Rugel had a huge cleft darkish scar across his lip, and there were two bands on his cloak. He was completely bald, and he puffed when he walked. "Vorongil asked me to show you around. You'll share quarters with Ringg no sense shifting another man.
Vorongil strode through the door, his banded cloak sweeping behind him, and took the control couch. "Ready from fueling room, sir." "Position," Vorongil snapped. Bart heard himself reading off a string of figures in Lhari. His voice sounded perfectly calm. "Communication." "Clear channels from Pylon Dispatch, sir." It was old Rugel's voice.
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