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"... To all sections of the State, have made a beginning in naval science, and, of course, haven't ignored the arts." "On the face of it," Mayer nodded, "hardly approaching Genoa." Plekhanov rumbled indignantly, "We started two ethnic periods behind you. Even the Tulans were still using bronze, but the Genoese had iron and even gunpowder.
It is issuing Chukovsky's edition of Nekrasov, reprints of Tolstoy, Dostoievsky and Turgenev, and books by Professor Timiriazev, Karl Pearson and others of a scientific character, besides the complete works of Lenin's old rival, Plekhanov.
"Hawkins go back and dust those cavalrymen as they come through the pass." Reif said, "It was a mistake, too, to allow them the secret of the crossbow." Plekhanov roared, "I didn't allow them anything. Once the crossbow was introduced it was just a matter of time before its method of construction got to the enemy."
Several thousands of them crowded the plaza. Warriors, armed with spears and bronze headed war clubs, kept the more adventurous from crowding too near. The hatch opened, the steel landing stair snaked out, and the hefty Plekhanov stepped down, closely followed by Chessman. The others brought up the rear, Watson, Roberts, Stevens, Hawkins and Cogswell.
Later, in the space lighter heading back for Genoa, Mayer said speculatively, "Did you notice anything about Leonid Plekhanov?" Kennedy was piloting. "He seems the same irascible old curmudgeon he's always been." "It seems to me he's become a touch power mad. Could the pressures he's under cause his mind to slip?
The Co-ordinator said, "I suppose I'm an incurable romantic. You see, I hate to see you go." Academician Amschel Mayer was a man in early middle years; Dr. Leonid Plekhanov, his contemporary. They offset one another; Mayer thin and high-pitched, his colleague heavy, slow and dour. Now they both showed their puzzlement. The Co-ordinator added, "Without me." Plekhanov kept his massive face blank.
Mayer said, "I suppose it would be futile to suggest you give up this impossible totalitarian scheme of yours and reunite the expedition." Plekhanov merely grunted his disgust. Jerry Kennedy said, "One thing. What stand have you taken on giving your planet immortality?" "Immortality?" Watson said. "We haven't it to give." "You know what I mean.
There was no empire because Indian society, being based on the clan, had no method of assimilating newcomers. The Aztec armies could loot and they could capture prisoners for their sacrifices, but they had no system of bringing their conquered enemies into the nation. They hadn't reached that far in the evolution of society. The Incas could have taught them a few lessons." Plekhanov nodded.
The small spacecraft settled at decreasing speed. Chessman said, "The central square? It seems to be their market, by the number of people." "I suppose so," Plekhanov grunted. "Right there before the largest pyramid. We'll remain inside the craft for the rest of today and tonight." Natt Roberts, who had put away his camera, said, "But why? It's crowded in here."
"Approximately half a million according to Hawkins' estimate. He flew over them this morning." "Half a million!" "Including the nomads, of course," Joe Chessman said. "The nomads fight more like a mob than an army." Plekhanov was shaking his massive head. "Most of them will melt away if we continue to avoid battle. They can't feed that many men on the countryside.
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