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How far's Ranthar Jard gotten toward locating one of those Wizard Trader time lines?" "Not very far," Vall admitted. "He has it pinned down to the sub-sector, but the belt seems to be one we haven't any information at all for. Never been any legitimate penetration by paratimers.
I don't know how much they can get out of them lot of peasants, won't be up on the theological niceties but a synthesis of what we get from the lot of them " "That's an idea," Vall agreed. "About the first idea we've had, here Oh, how about politics, too? Check on who's the king, what the stories about the royal family are, that sort of thing." Ranthar Jard looked at the map on the wall.
After showering, shaving and dressing hastily, he went out to the desk for breakfast, which arrived while he was putting a call through to Ranthar Jard, at Nharkan Equivalent. "Your idea paid off, Chief's Assistant," the Kholghoor SecReg Subchief told him.
This gang probably work exclusively on unpenetrated time-lines; this business Skordran Kirv came across was a bad blunder on some underling's part." He saw Dalla emerge from the control tower in breeches and boots and a white cloak, buckling on a heavy revolver. "I'll go change, now; you get busy calling Ranthar Jard. I'll see you when I get back." "Are you taking over, Chief's Assistant?"
"I wish you'd let me go along," Ranthar Jard worried. "We can't do that, either," Vall said. "Somebody's got to be in charge here, and you know your own people better than I do. Beside, this won't be the last operation like this.
I only hope we don't have another Prole insurrection while they're away " "Well, don't think I'm trying to argue policy with you," Ranthar Jard said, "but that could raise a dreadful stink on Home Time Line. Especially on top of this news-break about the slave trade." "We'll have to take a chance on that," Vall said. "If you're worried about what the book says, forget it.
Vall, if you'd heard some of the things they did to those poor people " "Well, I'll have to go back to PolTerm, as soon as I'm reasonably well filled in on this, and report to Tortha Karf and tell him I've taken charge. You can stay here and help with these interrogations; I'll be back in about ten hours. Then, we can go to Kholghoor East India SecReg HQ to talk to Ranthar Jard.
Well?" "Visiphone call, top urgency, just came in for Chief's Assistant Verkan, from Novilan Equivalent. Where can I put it through, sir?" "Here; booth seven." Ranthar Jard pointed across the room, nodding to Vall. "In just a moment." Gathon Dard and Antrath Alv temporary local aliases, Ganadara and Atarazola sat relaxed in their saddles, swaying to the motion of their horses.
Vulthor Tharn; it'd hurt the old fellow's feelings if I by-passed him and went to one of his subordinates. Half an hour each way, and at most another hour talking to Ranthar and Vulthor; there won't be anything doing here for two hours." He rose. "See you when I get back."
The screen went cubist for a moment, and then Ranthar Jard's swarthy, wide-jawed face looked out of it again. He took his pipe from his mouth. "We'll probably get a positive out of the batch you just saw coming in," he said. "We get one out of about every two drops." "Message a list of the time-line designations you've gotten so far to Zulthran Torv, at Computer Office here," Vall said.
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