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already dressed, awaited him.
"How's your head?" Narvi asked.
"Let's go, then."
They walked, wordlessly, out to the barn. The blond snapped on a small
light near the scout ship and Lors went up close to examine it.
"Climb in," Narvi invited. "I have to scan the area and make sure no one
will see the take-off."
Lors leaped to the cockpit and opened the plastic-dome; he dropped
lithely into the seat, his feet moving automatically to the rudder
pedals, his hands impatiently fingering the controls. So much was coming
back. So many remembrances with each second of time. He was _not_
Nicholas Howard Danson, and he had never been! He was Firstspacer Lors
of the 8th. Terran Command, and he felt his heart thrill to the
knowledge of who he was and where he was. It was slow, this strange
process of regaining his mind, but it was coming along. He would soon be
whole again, no longer some freak caught in the vortex between two
"Ready?" Narvi asked, slipping into the seat beside him and pulling the
cockpit shield into place.
"Ready. Where's the starship?"
"Bearing 204.5, off-planet. We'll be there in no time."
The barn door swung open as Narvi started the scout ship and they moved
out into the night, hovering a foot off the barn floor until they were
Narvi conned the ship, working the verti-control expertly and the
little craft whistled upward at a gentle speed. The radar screen before
them disclosed no aircraft in the area. Narvi grinned at Lors and shoved
the speed control forward, working the elevators with his other hand and
the scout ship streaked into the night sky.
Lors, watching the screen, saw the oblong shape of the mother ship blurp
into view and called out its position to his friend. At once, Narvi
altered the course, whipping the scout ship onto a collision bearing.
When they were close enough, they used their signal and heard it
The ship slipped in easily as the port opened in the starship's side.
Narvi guided the craft in with tender hands and settled it gently on the
floor. A positioner hooked a line to the ship and pulled it quickly into
the repair bins. A light winked in the wall. The area was again
They climbed out and dropped to the floor as a crew of repair men went
to work on the ship. Narvi slapped Lors on the arm.
"I'm going below for a drink. Join Me?"
Lors shook his head. "No, thanks. I might be down a bit later, but right
now I'd best talk to the Commander."
"Right. Just don't tell him that you're thinking of jilting his only
daughter for an alien, or he'll turn four different shades of purple."
Lors grinned and watched the big blond stride away to the elevator that
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