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the dangers and mysteries of the galactic center, they might continue to go

uneventfully along parallel to the rim until death solved their problems,

and no longer have to cope at all with their old, foolish notions of having

had some definite, Elysian goal.

Why not? With Ertak dead, it was suddenly easy to see that the armada

itself had never been more than a daydream, a minute and evanescent

soap-bubble in

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the eternal silver-and-black silences of the sidereal universe.

“Maintain course,” jorn said. “No further orders at present.”

The boy left. jorn turned back to the board with a sigh to consf der his

next move. He was aware of Ailiss’ eyes upon him, but he did not look up.

He had had enough for one day-or one lifetime. More than enough.

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But, as he knew well enough in his heart of hearts, he had finally to make

up his mind. When he came into the control barrel with Ailiss, almost all

the young officers were already gathered, watchful and waiting. Feeling

utterly displaced, he mounted the bridge, and after a while was able to

bring himself to sit down in Ertak’s old chair … though not without a

shudder. Before him was the master screen, with a tiny yellow globe shining,

like a lambent egg, in its geometric center.

“Very well, posts, everyone. Monel, report, please.”

“Director, we have continued on course as you ordered. This has brought us

well inside one light year of the system.”

jorn repressed a start. He should have checked that before issuing any

orders; but what was done was done. “Go on.”