Martin's is beginning to prosper. Yet the only ones receivingthe benefits are the rulers. The citizens work twelve hours a day. Theyare poorly housed, poorly fed, poorly clothed. They ..."
Zarwell found himself not listening as Johnson's voice went on. Thestory was always the same. But why did they always try to drag him intotheir troubles?
Why hadn't he chosen some other world on which to hide?
The last question prompted a new thought. Just why had he chosen St.Martin's? Was it only a coincidence? Or had he, subconsciously at least,picked this particular world? He had always considered himself theunwilling subject of glib persuaders ... but mightn't some innercompulsion of his own have put the monkey on his back?
"... and we need your help." Johnson had finished his speech.
Zarwell gazed up at the bright sky. He pulled in a long breath, and letit out in a sigh.
"What are your plans so far?" he asked wearily.
--CHARLES V. DE VET
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