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"I was the virgin who prophesied to Attilla, I was thirteen years old and I lived like a ritual captive for four years, officiating at sacrifices and Teutonic Saturnalia, watching goats have their throats cut with gold knives, seeing torch light on the walls— all that. And I thought it was marvellous, to be helping the cause like that. I went into a kind of mystic dream where I was an Aryan queen helping her nation to victory. And in my midnight conferences with the Leader I prophesied, I told him not to attack Russia — I knew he would be defeated. I told him where to concentrate his forces to use them to their best effect. Oh, and much, much more ... It was a marvel that she had begun to feel the same. And she must have, else she wouldnt have finally relented and permitted him to squire her about on an increasingly frequent basis. Squiring was all she’d permitted thus far, but that was fine with him. For the nonce, anyway. The greater intimacy he craved was only partly sexual now. His longing went deeper than that, perhaps as deep as a proposal of marriage. But her late husband had been the love of her life, and she had been faithful to his memory in the years since his death. What if she had no interest in marrying again and were to say no to the proposal? What would he do then? I ground out my cigarette on the beautiful floor, and found my notebook. A strange fury rose within me as I stood. Where could I find Mr. Hest? I asked them casually. He woke at three oclock in the morning, prey to the shadows and the time of day, uneasy for the first time, and in the cold light of his bed lamp, went through his accounts again. There was less money than he’d realized—he had to go to the bank to cover the check for the cabbie, or the down payment on the Jagwould bounce. But he’d written a check for the last installment on the bracelet, and that would be coming in, and the rent was overdue. . . . I dont know what you are talking about; we don’t feel too happy about this job we’ve got to do, either, to tell the truth. Murdering little kids. But we were promised, they said that was the only way we could get into the special force of heroes that was going to work in Switzerland afterthe war. traven : Excuse me.(The fly has flown back to the corpses face and sits in one of the dried-up orbits, giving the good doctor an expression of quizzical beadiness. Reaching forward, Traven entices it on to his palm. He examines it carefully). Well, yes, these bunkers of course are ontological objects, but whether this is the ontological fly seems doubtful. It’s true that on this island it’s theonly fly, which is the next best thing . . . Harry smacked his clenched fist into his hand.Thats it, he cried. “That’s it. That was the night the lights went out three times in the barracks. The night Weisbaum made us take that five-mile moonlight hike because he thought someone was fooling with the lights.” You know I do not lie. Amity had been staring into the fire. Now she turned her head to look at Sabina.You think I am? Alto reached out and patted Mangon on the shoulder.Good for you. All right, then, Ill think about it. God knows how we’d arrange it. We’d have to tell her that she’ll be making a surprise guest appearance on one of the big shows—that’ll explain the absence of any program announcement and we’ll be able to keep her in an isolated studio. Stress the importance of surprise, to prevent her from contacting the newspapers … Where are you going? They were real, Taggert said. Heres what happened as closely as we can tell: Karper looked about. He selected two of his staff and stepped over into a corner of the room. They could hear him talking, but they could not distinguish the words. After a conference of six or seven minutes he returned. "You mean that in Camiroi City, the metropolis of the planet, there is no PTA?" our chairman Paul Piper asked with disbelief. We saw nothing. Lazeer pumped the brakes. He cursed. We came to a stop ten feet from the side of the other patrol car. McCullum and Gaiders came out of the shadows. Lazeer and I undid our seat belts and got out of the car. Then Clem, his legs wide apart, walked backward into the water. He said, later, that it was only the great weight he was carrying that anchored him against the current while his feet found firm places to stand upon. He was in the stream up to his waist. Then the water was up to his chin. His knees bent. The water was over his head. He was putting all he had—much more than he had dreamed he ever had—into one last awful effort. His legs straightened and he held the log above his head for just a second. Then the butt end of it was on the third pile, our end was in place, and Clem was back among us with blood running from his nose and mouth. The young man was embarrassed.Well, he explained, “you remember last year, just after I got here, you put me through the test sequence—the same one you use on the floppers?” There were also some stories of special interest by established authors, which did not, one way or another, get mentioned inside: Miriam Allen de Fords The Expendables, Chad Oliver’s “End of the Line,” Edgar Pangborn’s “Wogglebeast,” all fromF&SF; William F. Temple’s “The Legend of Ernie Deacon” and James H. Schmitz’s “The Pork Chop Tree,” fromAnalog; Lloyd Biggie, Jr.’s “Pariah Planet” and Theodore L. Thomas’ “Manfire,” fromWorlds of Tomorrow, Gerald Pearce’s “Security Syndrome,” fromIf, and Richard Wilson’s “Harry Protagonist, Brain-Drainer,” fromGalax/;“Don’t Touch Me, I’m Sensitive,” by James Stamers, in Gamma; “The Casting Couch,” by Lewis Kovner, in Rogue; Florence Engel Randall’s “The Watchers,” inHarper’s; and stories fromall over by Frank Herbert:“Committee of the Whole”(Galaxy),“The GM Effect”(Analog),“Greenslaves”(Amazing)..
