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Hesitating, it stared at her. Then it turned and made for the window. For a moment it hung with its shaggy shabby hindquarters in the room. Momentarily she saw it for what it was, an old animal in an old world, without direction. It jumped. It was gone. Goats blared confusion on its retreat. With dire consequences unless I ended the affair immediately. Which I did. We said a prayer tonight. It was hardly over when I heard a conversation which startled me. Good grief! No! The road ahead was clear. Force-leader Brian Kenebuck, said Ian calmly, led his Force, consisting of thirty-six men at the time, against orders farther than was wise into enemy perimeter. His Force was surrounded and badly shot up. Only he and four men returned to the lines. He was brought to trial in the field under the Mercenaries Code for deliberate mishandling of his troops under combat conditions. The four men who had returned with him testified against him. He was found guilty and I ordered him shot.” Not yet. Electrified, Filmore leaped back, lost his balance, and fell. His head hit the porcelain with a resounding crack. The scalding hot water continued to tumble out of the spigot, and very soon it covered his naked body. On our slope of the mountain the darkness comes as it must come to a lizard which is suddenly immured in a cigar box. Still no sign of Chris and so, of course, the pumas are more vocal than they have been all year. I itemize and savor every disaster that roars, rumbles, creeps, slithers, stings, crushes or bites: everything from rattlers to avalanches, and I am sure that one or all of these dire things will befall Chris before the night is over. I go outside every time I hear a sound—which is often—and I squint at the top of the ridge and into the valley below. No Chris. "Im sure glad they can erase the conscious memory from the kids minds when they have to do that sort of stuff." She went across through the archway into the main parlor. The room was cold, logs having been laid on the hearth but not yet set ablaze. The heavy damask curtains were drawn over the windows to mask the dreary gray drizzle outside. One lamp glowed palely; Sabina lifted the glass and put fire to the wick of a second lamp near the display of antique weaponry. Mr. Finneys most recent books include The Third level (Rinehart and Dell Book) and The Body Snatchers (Dell First Editions).* * * * Ours was one of the two-man jobs, used only for charting. One of us sat at either end. He flew, and I drew. The pressure room was right in the middle of the ship. I helped the captain put on his suit, and then went back to watch him on the television monitor. I should confess here, also, that I owe a debt of gratitude to Mr. Amis. The wildly improbable circulation figures he quotes in his book led me to get down to a long-postponed job of research on the cross-the-counter condition of health of what we stilldo call science fiction—and I emerged unexpectedly reassured. Let me make it clear. Here is twenty feet of white water. You must lay three tree trunks across it, supporting them on balks of rotten wood, one on each bank, sticking out of the mud, and two in mid-current. At any moment there will come a wind strong enough to blow you off the earth and a downpour of rain to swell the stream. You have three-quarters of an hour, a bit of rope, and nobody to work with you on the other side but an old cripple and a girl. "You are ... Mr Hejar, the ... reclamation ... man?" Hejars smile had disconcerted her, as it had been meant to do. The smile therefore broadened. First I took two steps with them. Then I just swung my arms out. I didnt make a sound. But I put my head down and barreled against the plastic wall. Kids screamed. Aluminium snapped, the plastic cracked and went down. My boots were still on, and I kicked and kicked at red earth and sand. Shade palms went down and the leaves tore under my feet. Crystal plants broke like glass rods beneath a piece of plastic. A swarm of lizards buzzed up around my head. Some of the red was Sigma, some was what burned behind my face..
