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and superstition, while the other half understands science and looks
toward the future.
"Besides, Lors, others have tried those same tactics and were not
believed. To tell the truth, I'm not quite sure _what_ to do."
"We could continue the bluff."
The Commander's brows lifted. "You mean you continue as our agent down
"Yes, sir. The way it worked out, with the crash, it merely supported
the story I was to tell Danson's wife. I really did have temporary
amnesia. No one knows anything, except about the ship. Brice found
Danson's watch at the crash site, but we could work a little mental
trick on him and make him forget everything he knows, couldn't we?"
"It would be risky. You never know if that process will work until it is
tried. As much as I hate the thought, it would be best to kill both of
them and send you back to the Terran woman. After we had tried to bluff
out Imry's plan for a month, or so, we could arrange an accident for you
in which it would appear that you were dead - perhaps utilizing the real
Danson for the accident. Does the woman suspect anything?"
"I don't think so," Lors told him. "She seems too happy in having me
back, at the moment."
Zark smiled at him and clamped a hand to his shoulder. "You're tired, my
boy. Get some rest and we'll talk about this thing later. You can use
Firstspacer Thesa's quarters. Danson is in yours."
"Unconscious. In the hospital. The shock of what took place down there
has him recalling every old wives' tale about witches that he has ever
"All right, sir," Lors said smiling. "I'll get to my quarters, then.
"I'll send Jela to you, if she comes in."
"Thank you," Lors said, but felt shaken at the thought.
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