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PREFACE
CHAPTER-1-2
CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4-5-6-7
CHAPTER-8-9
CHAPTER-10-11
CHAPTER-12-13-14-15
CHAPTER-16-17
CHAPTER-18-19
CHAPTER-20-21-22
CHAPTER-23-24-25
CHAPTER-26-27-28
CHAPTER-29-30
CHAPTER-31.1
CHAPTER-31.2
CHAPTER-31.3
CHAPTER-32
CHAPTER-33
CHAPTER-34-35-36-37-38
CHAPTER-39-40-41-42
CHAPTER-43-44-45
CHAPTER-46-47
CHAPTER-48
CHAPTER-49-50
CHAPTER-51
CHAPTER-52-53
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CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4
CHAPTER-5-6
CHAPTER-7-8
CHAPTER-9-10
CHAPTER-11-12
CHAPTER-13-14
CHAPTER-15-16
CHAPTER-17-18

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

 

 

The ship came to rest upon a flat, ochre colored plain beside a 

brilliant white city encased in thick, heavy walls. There was a dull 

pain in his head and fire in his leg, but he was alive. He lay limply 

upon the bed while Firstspacer Narvi plied him with honeywine to dull 

the pain. 

 

He grinned, studying the blond giant's warm, friendly face. He was among 

friends; the tall, yellow eyed Thistians had failed to kill him and 

Narvi had whisked him away into the violet sky. 

 

"Thought we'd lost you, Lors," Narvi grinned. "You almost did," he 

replied, choking on the Thista honeywine. "Haven't you anything else, 

something from Darkkan?" 

 

"Sorry, friend," Narvi grinned, "but you can be glad to get this. The 

36th Command has been drinking up even this stuff. I'll see you later, 

in the hospital." 

 

"All right, Narvi." The big man started away, but Lors stopped him by 

grabbing his blue sleeve. "Narvi?" 

 

"Yes." 

 

"Thanks. Thanks a lot." 

 

Firstspacer Narvi punched him playfully on the arm and left the 

compartment. The medical men came in then, hooking the anti-gravity 

capsules to the bed and setting them into motion. The cot-like stretcher 

lifted and the men towed him out to the freight elevator. As they stowed 

him into the ambulance, he could see Narvi's staff car skimming toward 

the Commandant's building to make out his report. 

 

No doubt Commandant Imry would be coming to see him, later on. 

 

* * * * * 

 

Nick groaned. Another dream that was beginning to clear things up a 

little... 

 

"He's coming around." The words were not English, but Nick understood 

them. 

 

The big blond cursed softly. "Speak English, Thesa. Someone might hear 

you!" 

 

"There hasn't been anyone around this farm in months," Thesa replied, 

lapsing into English. "But if you're getting particular, don't call me 

Thesa." 

 

Nick opened his eyes and blinked at them. It was the two watch dogs, the 

blond and his sandy haired friend. The giant was grinning at him. 

 

"Hello," he beamed. "Remember me?" 

 

"No! Who in hell are you?" Nick struggled to get out of the chair he'd 

been dumped in, but was pushed back firmly. 

 

"When you didn't report, we went out to find you. The old guy at the gas 

station covered up for you, so we had to watch Beth's house. Used all 

kinds of tricks, Lors. Why in the blue heaven didn't you make contact?" 

 

"You're Narvi!" Nick stared with wide eyes. "You're the man in the 

dream!" 

 

"Dream? Say, what's wrong with you, Lors? You refuse to report, you take 

pot shots at us... That crash was a bad thing; don't tell me your 

head..." 

 

"Narvi," Thesa put in quickly. "The crash! He was lucky to get out of it 

alive. Maybe he can't remember what went on. That right, Lors?" 

 

Nick stared at them and foggy pictures swung vaguely into his mind. 


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