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  forced a wordless growl from' him. He grabbed me by the neck, pushed me

  out into the corridor, then directed me by hand to the solar room. We

  sat in artificial sunshine for a couple of hours without talking, and

  he made sure I stayed away from anyone else who came in. I sat back and

  relaxed completely, and made sure that no sign showed of the grin I

  should have sported.

  I had almost decided to take off the ship's suit when someone came over

  saying that Dameron was looking for Val and me. We went back to

  Dameron's office, noticing the knots of excitedly whispering people on

  the way, and were gestured right in. I had on my most innocent of

  expressions, and Val was genuinely in the dark, but Dameron didn't

  leave him there for long. The rumor about the base's "air loss" had

  finally reached the base commander, and though no one could actually

  trace it back to me, Dameron had no doubts. He must have ranted and

  yelled for an hour, but Val got the brunt of it. Val had been made

  responsible for me, so anything I did was his fault, and Dameron kept

  repeating the point so it wouldn't be lost on Val. Val caught on real

  quick, and spent most Of his time just looking at me. After a few minutes, I wanted to scrunch down in my seat.

  When the tirade was finally over, Val rose from his chair without a

  word and stood next to the open door, waiting for me to go through

  first. I wasn't sure about trusting him behind my back, but I didn't

  have much choice in the matter. He followed me down the corridor and

  back to his room, and we spent the rest of the day with Val staring

  straight at me, not saying a single word. Our food was delivered by

  cart again, and no one came to call.

  By the time I was ready to call it a day, I still hadn't heard anything

  from tall, dark and awesome, but I was too sleepy to still be bothered

  by it. I hadn't had much sleep the night before, and the safe passage

  of time tends to wear off most sharp edges. I used the facilities to

  wash as best I could-I hadn't found any equivalent of a shower or bath

  then got out of the ship's Suit and into bed. Val was still staring at

  me, but I discovered that his stare was on a different level, so I

  smiled to myself as I got comfortable, wondering if he would forgive me

  enough to join me in bed. The chances were still 50-50 when he went

  into the bathroom, but the scales tipped all the way in my favor once

  he came out. He got into bed next to me, waved the light out, then

  pulled me to him.

  "I thought you were mad at me," I said with a small laugh, rubbing my

  cheek on his chest.

  "No, I was more disgusted with me," he murmured, already touching me

  with hands and lips. "It was my own fault for taking my eyes off you.

  It won't happen again."

  After that we were too preoccupied to say anything else, but I clearly

  remember laughing at what he'd said. I hadn't yet learned he was a man

  of his word.

  The next two days started off badly and got steadily worse. When Val

  had said he would not take his eyes off me again, he hadn't been

  kidding. We went to the refectory to eat once. All I did was wonder

  aloud what the Tildorian barbarians could have put in their herb

  mixture that was able to get around base inoculations, and pow! Right

  back to that crummy room. And I hadn't even had the chance to suggest

  it might be something contagious! We stayed in the room every minute of

  the two base days and nights, having our meals delivered to us, with no

  one being allowed to listen or talk to me. I considered getting

  violent, decided that that would be stupid, then tried it anyway. Even

  with the limited number of non-lethal things I could do Val ended up

  bruised, but I ended up flat on the floor, face down, with him sitting

  on top of me. He refused to let me up unless I gave my word not to make

  any more trouble, but I'm not often that easy to convince; we stayed

  that way a ridiculously long time before the delivery of our next meal

  broke it up. I hadn't given my word, but I needed some help in standing

  up.

  By the time the confinement was over I was nearly insane. Val had

  ignored all the frozen silence coming from me, and had calmly chattered

  away almost without stop. I was bored to the point of wanting to start

  a fight just for something to do, but he refused to argue and I was in

  no mood to spend more time being mashed into the floor. I flatly

  refused to be friendly in bed, but that didn't bother him either. He

  just laughed and said he could wait.

  When we were finally escorted over to Dameron's office, I was as far

  from feeling diplomatic as you can get. Dameron was nowhere in sight,

  but a man sat relaxing in the blocky terminal chair, and I studied him

  openly. He was a lean, well-preserved man in his apparent sixties, wearing a base uniform in yellow with no insignia, and he had gray hair

  and sharp, intelligent gray eyes. He moved his head to inspect me as

  Val and I took seats, but there wasn't a word out of him. I returned

  the appraising look and just waited, but he kept up the silent

  treatment for longer than was wise with me just then, so I decided to

  make the first move.

  I finally asked slowly and clearly, as if he might be hard of hearing

  or well into senility. Val made an exasperated sound, but Phalsyn just

  laughed.

  "I see why Dameron was so impressed with you," he said pleasantly.

  "Many people in your position would be apprehensive, if not down-right

  frightened. I applaud your self-possession."

  "Thanks," I answered, not joining his amusement. "Where I come from,

  people don't think I'm bright enough to be frightened. Situations have

  to be spelled out for me. Is there a reason for me to be frightened?"

  "Not at all," he assured me, leaning forward to emphasize his words.

  "On the contrary, we have every reason to be grateful to you."

  "Grateful," I repeated. "For barging in and disrupting one of your

  outposts?"

  "Of course not," he smiled. "We're grateful for the help you supplied

  on Tildor. The planet is of special concern to us, and we like having

  things go smoothly there. If our assistance comes too noticeable, we

  may never get to the bottom of the Paldovar Villages question."

  "You probably never will anyway," I commented. "I had a taste of their

  methods, and I couldn't even guess about how they do it."

  "That's almost our problem," he agreed with a grimace. "Our people have

  had more than one taste, are willing to speculate endlessly as to the

  how of it, but the speculation is useless. We want to know, but

  precipitous action won't gain us the knowledge." Then he flashed a

  quick grin. "Perhaps a fresh outlook is what's needed. When you return

  to us, you may well find yourself back on Tudor."

  "I can live without the honor," I assured him. "Am I supposed to notice

  that 'when you return to us' phrase, or ignore it and go on discussing

  Tildor?"

  "Notice it, by all means," he laughed, leaning back in his chair. "It's

  the introduction into the second reason as to why we're so pleased to

  ha
ve you here. We've been hoping for a go-between for some time now."

  "And since I'm anything but a private citizen, I'm it," I summed up. "I

  can understand your pleasure, but I can't understand why you neglected

  to mention it. It would have made the last few days slightly more

  enjoyable."

  "Call it-an experiment," he said with something of a smile behind his

  eyes. "We still don't know as much about your people as we would like

  to, and it was an opportunity for observing you. For someone who

  handled a weapon on Tildor with such lack of concern, you showed

  remarkable restraint with our base people. It's an encouraging sign."

  "That's me," I muttered, remembering what I'd gone through the last few

  days. "Encouraging. We're all lucky I happen to be fond of certain of

  your base personnel. I take it the proposed partnership now has

  official approval?"

  "It certainly does." Phalsyn smiled, picking up a cube marking rod to

  play with. "It's an excellent chance for one of our people to look

  around your Federation without causing a stir. When the two of you

  return here, you'll have a similar opportunity to study our

  Confederacy. That combined with the formal talks should go far toward

  establishing an atmosphere for friendly negotiation." A previously unnoticed tension seemed to have melted Out of me by then,

  so I was able to get more comfortable in my lump chair.

  "Formal talks," I mused. "You sound as though you have something

  specific in mind."

  "Something very specific," he nodded. "We would like to have a

  delegation of your people meet with a delegation of ours-in our sector

  of space. Do you think they'd be willing to agree to that?"

  "I have no idea," I answered honestly. "It all depends on how they take

  the news of your existence. The only thing I can suggest is that the

  approach to my government be made through the chief of my department.

  He has some fairly intelligent contacts who might be able to keep the

  flap down to a minimum."

  Phalsyn considered that for a minute, and then nodded again. "Very

  well. It would be foolish not to take your advice on the matter. I'll

  supply you with a set of coordinates and a date far enough in advance

  so that there will be ample time for adjustment to the situation." he

  hesitated very briefly, looked at me with casual friendliness, then

  began, "About the report you'll be making to your peoplea133"

  I laughed. I threw my head back and laughed with more sheer enjoyment

  than I'd felt in too long a time. When I finally ran down, Phalsyn

  smiled politely.

  "You found amusement in something I said?" he inquired.

  "You might say so." I grinned. "Are you really that nervous about what

  my report will contain?"

  "I hadn't realized it was all that obvious," he answered wryly.

  "To be perfectly frank, I considered bringing Dameron up on charges

  when I learned what the impression had done to you. His carelessness

  could have caused a good deal more trouble than it did."

  "But it did work out, so there's really nothing to complain about." I

  shrugged. "My report will include everything that's happened to me

  here, told as objectively as possible, with no hidden resentments.

  Don't forget, I accepted the assignment even though I didn't have to."

  "That's true," he agreed. "But with an assignment of that sort, you

  shouldn't have to contend with problems from your own people. If I were

  in your position, I don't know if I could be as broad-minded as you."

  "I'm not broad-minded." I smiled, then glanced at Val. "I simply feel

  that I've been repaid for any inconveniences I might have suffered."

  Val stirred in his lump chair with an annoyed look in his eyes, but I

  didn't care if he was feeling like a joy boy. After the last couple of

  days, annoyance was the last thing he deserved.

  "Your partnership may be even more useful than anyone at first

  imagined," Phalsyn said with a grin when he saw my glance. "It's

  occurred to me that if we exchange enough personnel, we may bypass most

  of the acceptance difficulties inherent in a situation like this one."

  The comment made us all laugh, but Val found it necessary to put in,

  "That would take a lot of personnel. I don't advise starting that

  project until my final report is in."

  I looked at the louse in annoyance, and Phalsyn chuckled.

  "I'm glad to see that your partnership isn't based on anything as

  foolish as romance," he said. "I've always found venal self-interest to

  be much more reliable. Dameron is waiting for us in the lounge, and I

  suggest we join him. We have a new partnership to celebrate."

  "Celebrate," I snorted, sending a withering glance toward Val before

  standing up and turning to the older man. "What's your favorite potion,

  Phalsyn? If it isn't striped, I'll try it."

  "No, my favorite is definitely not striped," Phalsyn answered in

  amusement and stood out of the chair to take my arm. We left the office companionably, and Val hesitated briefly before following us. Maybe he

  was thinking about Nelixan - or dissection.

  The party was long and friendly, and I made sure to get relaxed without

  getting looped. Val eventually relaxed too, but Dameron seemed too

  preoccupied to join in the general conversation and laughter. Phalsyn

  was nothing but charming and attentive, and that bothered me. I'd

  expected a few select questions about the Federation, yet he discussed

  nothing but trivialities. That means he had either gotten what he'd

  been after, or he knew I couldn't give it to him. I wasn't about to try

  guessing which, so I just enjoyed the party.

  Just as I got the impression that Phalsyn was ready to make a

  suggestion, Val stepped in smoothly, remarked that we'd be leaving

  early the next day, and hustled me off to his room. Phalsyn had been

  amused by the action, but I was more annoyed. I started to tell Val off

  as soon as we were alone, but he didn't let me get very far, and when

  he pulled me into his arms I lost all interest in arguing. We had a

  nice, warm time together, as a kind of farewell to the base; the next

  day I would be heading home to look up the slaver Radman - which was

  certain to prove interesting.

 

 

 


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