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　let　go。
　
　 〃About　time；〃　Rhes　said。　〃A　couple　more　days　lying　there　like　that　and　we　would　have　buried　you；　even　if　you　were　still　breathing。〃
　 Jason　blinked　at　him；　trying　to　focus　the　face　that　swam　above　him。　He　finally　recognized　Rbes；　and　wanted　to　answer　him。　But　talking　only　brought　on　a　spell　of　body…wracking　coughing。　Someone　held　a　cup　to　his　lips　and　sweet　fluid　trickled　down　his　throat。　He　rested；　then　tried　again。
　 〃How　long　have　I　been　here？〃　The　voice　was　thin　and　sounded　far　away。　Jason　had　trouble　recognizing　it　for　his　own。
　 〃Eight　days。　And　why　didn't　you　listen　when　I　talked　to　you？〃　Plies　said。
　 〃You　should　have　stayed　near　the　ship　when　you　crashed。　Didn't　you　remember　what　I　said　about　ing　down　anywhere　on　this　continent？　No　matter；　too　late　to　worry　about　that。　Next　time　listen　to　what　I　say。　Our　people　moved　fast　and　reached　the　site　of　the　wreck　before　dark。　They　found　the　broken　trees　and　the　spot　where　the　ship　had　sunk；　and　at　first　thought　whoever　had　been　in　it　had　drowned。　Then　one　of　the　dogs　found　your　trail；　but　lost　it　again　in　the　swamps　during　the　night。　They　had　a　fine　time　with　the　mud　and　the　snow　and　didn't　have　any　luck　at　all　in　finding　the　spoor　again。　By　the　next　afternoon　they　were　ready　to　send　for　more　help　when　they　heard　your　firing。　Just　made　it；　from　what　I　hear。　Lucky　one　of　them　was　a　talker　and　could　tell　the　wild　dogs　to　clear　out。　Would　have　had　to　kill　them　all　otherwise；　and　that's　not　healthy。〃
　 〃Thanks　for　saving　my　neck；〃　Jason　said。　〃That　was　closer　than　I
　like　to　e。　What　happened　after？　I　was　sure　I　was　done　for；　I　remember　that　much。　Diagnosed　all　the　symptoms　of　pneumonia。　Guaranteed　fatal　in　my　condition　without　treatment。　Locks　like　you　were　wrong　when　you　said　most　of　your　remedies　were　useless…they　seemed　to　work　well　on　me。〃
　 His　voice　died　off　as　Plies　shook　his　head　in　a　slow　no；　lines　of　worry　sharp…cut　into　his　face。　Jason　looked　around　and　saw　Naxa　and　another　man。　They　had　the　same　deeply　unhappy　expressions　as　Plies。
　 〃What　is　it？〃　Jason　asked；　feeling　the　trouble。　〃If　your　remedies　didn't　work…what　did？　Not　my　medikit。　That　was　empty。　I　remember　losing　it　or　throwing　it　away。〃
　 〃You　were　dying；〃　Plies　said　slowly。　〃We　couldn't　cure　you。　Only　a　junkman　medicine　machine　could　do　that。　We　got　one　from　the　driver　of　the　food　truck。〃
　 〃But　how？〃　Jason　asked；　dazed。　〃You　told　me　the　city　forbids　you　medicine。　He　wouldn't　give　you　his　own　medikit。　Not　unless　he
　
　 Rhes　nodded　and　finished　the　sentence。　'Dead。　Of　course　he　was　dead。　I　killed　him　myself；　with　a　great　deal　of　pleasure。〃
　 This　hit　Jason　hard。　He　sagged　against　the　pillows　and　thought　of　all　those　who　had　died　since　he　had　e　to　Pyrrus。　The　men　who　had　died　to　save　him；　died　so　he　could　live；　died　because　of　his　ideas。　It　was　a　burden　of　guilt　that　he　couldn't　bear　to　think　about。　Would　it　stop　with　Krannon…。or　would　the　city　people　try　to　avenge　his　death？
　 〃Don't　you　realize　what　that　means！〃　he　gasped　out　the　words。　〃Krannon's　death　will　turn　the　city　against　you。　There'll　be　no　more　supplies。　They'll　attack　you　when　they　can；　kill　your　people。　。　。〃
　 〃Of　course　we　know　that！〃　Rhes　leaned　forward；　his　voice　hoarse　and　intense。　〃It　wasn't　an　easy　decision　to　e　to。　We　have　always　had　a　trading　agreement　with　the　junkmen。　The　trading　trucks　were　inviolate。　This　was　our　last　and　only　link　to　the　galaxy　outside　the　eventual　hope　of　contacting　them。〃
　 〃Yet　you　broke　that　link　to　save　me…why？〃
　 〃Only　you　can　answer　that　question　pletely。　There　was　a　great　attack　on　the　city　and　we　saw　their　walls　broken；　they　had　to　be　moved　back　at　one　place。　At　the　same　time　the　spaceship　was　over　the　ocean；　dropping　bombs　of　some　kind…the　flash　was　reported。　Then　the　ship　returned　and　you　left　it　in　a　smaller　ship。　They　fired　at　you　but　didn't　kill　you。　The　little　ship　wasn't　destroyed　either；　we　are　starting　to　raise　it　now。　What　does　it　all　mean？　We　had　no　way　of　telling。　We　only　knew　it　was　something　vitally　important。　You　were　alive；　but　would　obviously
　die　before　you　could　talk。　The　small　ship　might　be　repaired　to　fly；　perhaps　that　was　your　plan　and　that　is　why　you　stole　it　for　us。　We　couldn't　let　you　die；　not　even　if　it　meant　all…out　war　with　the　city。　The　situation　was　explained　to　all　of　our　people　who　could　be　reached　by　screen　and　they　voted　to　save　you。　I　killed　the　junkman　for　his　medicine；　then　rode　two　doryms　to　death　to　get　here　in　time。
　 〃Now　tell　us…what　does　it　mean？　What　is　your　plan？　How　will　it　help　us？〃
　 Guilt　leaned　on　Jason　and　stifled　his　mouth。　A　fragment　of　an　andent　legend　cut　across　his　mind；　about　the　jona　who　wrecked　the　spacer　so　all　in　it　died；　yet　he　lived。　Was　that　he？　Had　he　wrecked　a　world？　Could　he　dare　admit　to　these　people　that　he　had　taken　the　lifeboat　only　to　save　his　own　life？
　 The　three　Pyrrans　leaned　forward；　waiting　for　his　words。　Jason　closed　his　eyes　so　he　wouldn't　see　their　faces。　What　could　he　tell　them？　If　he　admitted　the　truth；　they　would　undoubtedly　kill　him　on　the　spot；　considering　it　only　justice。　He　wasn't　fearful　for　his　own　life　anymore；　but　if　he　died　the　other　deaths　would　all　have　been　in　vain。　And　there　still　was　a　way　to　end　this　planetary　war。　All　the　facts　were　available　now；　it　was　just　a　matter　of　putting　them　together。　If　only　he　wasn't　so　tired；　he　would　see　the　solution。　It　was　right　there；　lurking　around　a　corner　in　his　brain；　waiting　to　be　dragged　out。
　 There　was　the　sudden　sound　of　heavy　feet　stamping　outside　the　cabin；　and　a　man's　muffled　shouting。　No　one　except　Jason　seemed　to　notice。　They　were　too　intent　on　his　answer。　He　groped　in　his　mind；　but　couldn't　find　words　to　explain。　Whatever　he　did；　he　couldn't　admit　the　truth　now。　If　he　died　all　hope　died。　He　had　to　lie　to　gain　time；　then　find　the　correct　solution　that　seemed　so　tantalizingly　near。　Yet　he　was　too　tired　even　to　phrase　a　plausible　lie。
　 The　sound　of　the　door　bursting　open　crashed　through　the　stillness　of　the　room。　A　gnarled；　stubby　man　stood　there；　his　anger…red　face　set　off　by　a　full　white　beard。
　 〃Everyone　deaf？〃　he　snarled。　〃I　ride　all　night　and　shout　my　lungs　out　and　you　just　squat　here　like　a　bunch　a'　egg…hatching　birds。　Get　out！　Quake！　A　big　quake　on　the　way！〃
　 They　were　all　standing　now；　shouting　questions。　Plies's　voice　cut　through　the　uproar。　〃Hananas！　How　much　time　do　we　have？〃
　 〃Time！　Who　knows　about　time！〃　the　greybeard　cursed。　〃Get　out　or　you're　dead；　s'all　I　know。〃
　 No　one　stopped　to　argue　now。　There　was　a　furious　rush　and　within　a　minute　Jason　was　being　strapped　into　a　litter　on　one　of　the　doryms。
　〃What's　happening？〃　he　asked　the　man　who　was　tying　him　into　place。
　 〃Earthquake　ing；〃　he　answered；　his　fingers　busy　with　the　knots。　〃Hananas　is　the　best　quakeman　we　have。　He　always　knows　before　a　quake　is　going　to　happen。　If　the　word　can　be　passed　quick　enough　we　get　away。　Quakemen　always　know；　say　they　can　feel　them　ing。〃　He　jerked　the　last　knot　tight　and　was　gone。
　 Night　cameas　they　were　starting；　the　red　of　sunset　matched　by　a　surly　scarlet　glow　in　the　northern　sky。　There　was　a　distant　rumbling；　more　felt　than　heard；　and　the　ground　stirred　underfoot。　The　doryms　hurried　into　a　shambling　run　without　being　prodded。　They　splashed　through　a　swamp　and　on　the　other　side　Hananas　changed　their　course　abruptly。　A　little　later；　when　the　southern　sky　exploded；　Jason　knew　why。　Flames　lit　the　scene　brightly；　ashes　sifted　down　and　hot　lumps　of　rock　crashed　into　the　trees。　They　steamed　when　they　hit；　and　if　it　hadn't　been　for　the　earlier　rain　they　would　have　been　faced　with　a　forest　fire　as　well。
　 Something　large　loomed　up　next　to　the　line　of　march；　and　when　they　crossed　an　open　space　Jason　looked　at　it　in　the　reflected　light　from　the　sky。
　 〃Rhes…〃　he　choked；　pointing。　Plies；　riding　next　to　him；　looked　at　the　great　beast；　shaggy　body　and　twisted　horns　as　high　as　their　shoulders；　then　looked　away。　He　wasn't　frightened　or　apparently　even　interested。　Jason　looked　around　then　and　began　to　understand。
　 All　of　the　fleeing　animals　made　no　sound；　that's　why　he　hadn't　noticed　them　before。　But　on　both　sides　dark　forms　ran　between　the　trees。　Some　he　recognized；　most　of　them　he　didn't。　For　a　few　minut