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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

 

"But these people have a strange attitude. Why, if we would land a ship 

now, they'd rip us to shreds before you knew it. These people fear what 

they don't understand, and anything they can't understand they kill. So, 

right now, we're sending agents, or spies, down here with instructions 

to probe about. They're coming along rather well, getting out of the 

trees, you might say; but we'll have to keep an eye on them for awhile 

yet." 

 

Lors finished the water. "But what has this got to do with Commander 

Imry and me? Apparently I was to take the place of Nick Danson, but 

why?" 

 

"That was Imry. You see, many times our agents are handicapped by the 

very lives they lead. In order to learn about people, one has to live 

with them; when our agents do this, they have to get jobs and settle 

down in one area. Imry picked Danson because he's a footloose artist who 

paints illustrations for magazines. All he had to do was snatch Danson, 

work a little plastic surgery on you and put you in Nick Danson's place. 

You then, would not be confined and could roam all over the planet 

without being questioned." 

 

"That's crazy," Lors told him. "I couldn't take Danson's place for the 

rest of my life. He was gambling on a hell of a lot." 

 

Narvi grunted. "You're a good spacer, Lors. You follow orders, even when 

they're dictated by a madman. When you left the ship, you _were_ Danson. 

You were processed so beautifully that no one could tell the difference. 

When you cracked up, a blow on the head, or something, must have created 

a temporary amnesia and you thought you _were_ Danson. We certainly had 

a time locating you. Anyhow, you're to go back to the ship as soon as 

you can. The new commander wants to talk with you." Narvi grinned slyly. 

"I imagine you'll want to talk to him too. It's Zark, our old friend 

from Thista." 

 

"Zark. Yes. I remember him." Lors stood up and paced the room in 

thought. He remembered grey haired, friendly Zark, but more than that, 

he remembered Commander Zark's beautiful, blond daughter, Jela. "I 

remember a lot now, Narvi. It's too bad they didn't send him sooner. 

Things wouldn't be so messed up." 

 

"It's not so bad." 

 

"No?" 

 

"No. You'll probably be going back to the home planet now." 

 

"I can't go back," Lors mused. "I have to stay and see this through. 

It's personal, now." 

 

"Personal?" Narvi was clearly puzzled. "What can be personal about a 

Spacer and an alien race?" 

 

He looked at his friend levelly. "I can't leave this planet, Narvi, 

because of Beth Danson. I'm in love with her." 

 

"Love!" Narvi exploded. 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

 

 

In the heavy silence that followed, the two men stared at one another. 

Lors regarded his friend with matter-of-fact calmness, but Narvi's mouth 


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