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indignant, furious and interested, all at once.
I can t
Whaaaaaaat!
Why should I? I m crazy, remember? Themus felt his face turn to lava. Damn
you! Look what you ve done to me! In five minutes you ve taken me from my
Corps and sentenced me to a life that may be no longer than alt the brains you
have, stretched end to end!
Oh, stop being so melodramatic. She was smiling, tinkling again. Now you
can come with me to meet my uncle. There s no reason why you should stay here.
There is a chance the box will play, if you come back to it later, as
I said it would. But even if it doesn t, staying here is no help, since it
isn t functioning. I ll get a mechanic to fix it, if that will make you any
happier.
No Crackpot mechanic can fix that, you fool! It s a masterpiece of Kyben
science. It took hundreds of men thousands of hours to arrive at this-Oh,
what s the use! He sat down in the doorway, head in his hands.
Somehow, her logic was sound. If the box was broken, there was no reason for
his refusing to go with her, for staying there could only bring him trouble
sooner. It was sound, yes, but only sound on the muggy foundation of her
ruining the machine in the first place. He was beginning to feel like a
tompora
-snake-the kind that swallows its own tail. He didn t know which end was
which.
Come with me. Her voice had suddenly lost its youthful happiness. It was
suddenly strong, commanding.
He looked up.
Get on your feet
He arose slowly.
Now, come with me. If you want to come back to your box, it will be here, and
it will Nork. Right now it will do as well if you believe I m mad and ruined
your dicto-box. She jerked her head sharply toward the street. Come on.
Perhaps you can reinstate yourself by finding the man named Boolbak.
It was hopeless there among the remnants of the dicto-box. There was a
chance the girl wasn t as totally insane as she seemed and she
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actually might be Boolbak s niece. And, somehow, against all his
better, stricter, reasoning to the contrary, her logic was queerly sound. In
a fugitive sort of way.
He went with her.
(Wondering if he was insane, himself.)
Themus followed the girl through sections of the city Superior Furth had
missed during his guided tour of inspection. They passed under a
beautifully filigreed arch into a gardened street lined with
monstrous blossoms growing to heights of eight and nine feet on either side
of the road, casting twin shadows from the bright suns above.
Once he stopped her, in the shadows of a towering flower, and asked, Why did
you decide you wanted me to meet your uncle?
I ve been watching you all day, she said simply, as if prepared to leave
that as a total explanation.
But why me?
I like you, she said, as though being purposely repetitious to impress him.
Themus distinctly got the idea she was treating him as she would a very young
child.
Oh. I see, he said, more baffled than before. They continued down the street
through an area covered by long, low structures that might have been factories
were it not for the impossibly tall and spindly looking towers that reared
from the roof of each one. Themus shaded his eyes from the glare of the twin
suns as he sought to glimpse what was at the top of each tower. He could
see nothing.
What are those? he asked. He was surprised to hear his own voice. It sounded
like that of an inquisitive little boy.
Quiet, you.
That was the last thing Darfla said till they came out of nowhere and grabbed
her and Themus.
Before the Watcher knew what was happening, a horde, more men than
he could count, had surrounded them. They were dressed in everything
from loincloth and top hat to burnoose and riding boots. Darfla
gave one sharp, tiny squeal and then let her hands fall limply to her sides.
All right, you want your say, so say! Anger and annoyance fluttered in her
voice.
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