The Dark Design by Phillip Jose Farmer

“Remove the fuse and receiver. Put the plastic in the explosives hold. Call the electronics officer and tell him I’d like to know what frequency the receiver is set on.

“No, wait, I’ll call him myself.”

She wanted to make sure that his experimenting would be done in a shielded room. The various bombs-if any-would have been planted at the same time, but Thorn would set the receiver of each to respond to its own wavelength. Still, there was no use taking a chance.

After making sure that Deruyck, the electronics officer, under­stood why he should use a shielded room, she went to the control room. Coppename was at the intercom, listening to the reports of the search parties.

Cyrano was in the pilot’s chair staring at the panel as if the ship were in flight. He looked up at her as she entered.

“Is it permitted to ask what Doctor Graves found?”

So far, she had not concealed anything from the crew. She felt that they had a right to know as much as she did.

Cyrano said nothing for some time after she had finished. His long fingers drummed on the panel while he looked upward as if something were written on the overhead. Finally, he stood up.

“I think we should have a little talk. In private. Now, if pos­sible.”

“With all this going on?”

“We can step into the chart room.”

He followed her in and closed the door. She sat down and lit another cigarette. He began pacing back and forth, his hands locked behind him.

“It is evident that Firebrass, Thorn, and Obrenova were agents of Them. I find it hard to believe that Firebrass could have been. He was so human! Yet it is possible that They are human, too.

“Still, that being who called himself an Ethical said that neither he nor the agents were violent. They detested and abhorred vio­lence. But Firebrass could be very violent; he certainly did not act like a pacifist. And then there’s the incident of the newcomer Stern. It seems from what you tell me that Firebrass may have attacked him, instead of Stern assaulting Firebrass.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jill said. “It would be better to begin at the beginning.”

”Very well. I will tell you what I promised to keep secret. I do not easily break my word, in fact, this is the first time. But I may have given my word to someone who is my enemy, my secret enemy.

“It was seventeen years ago. How long ago that has been, yet how recently! I was at that time living in an area of which most of the people were of my country and time. On the right bank, you understand. The left was populated by brown-skinned savages. Indians who had lived on the island of Cuba before Columbus found it, though I believe its inhabitants were not aware that their country had been lost. They were fairly peaceful, and after some initial struggles and difficulties, our area had settled down.

“My own little state was, in fact, headed by the great Conti, under whom I had the honor to serve at the siege of Arras. Where I received a thrust through the throat, the second of the serious wounds that convinced me, along with all else I had seen of war’s miseries and horrors, that Mars was the stupidest of the gods. Also, I was delighted to find there my good friend and mentor, the so justly famed Gassendi. He, as you no doubt know, opposed the infamous Descartes and revived Epicurus, whose physics and mor­als he so splendidly presented. Not to mention his influence on Moliere, Chapelle, and Dehenault, all my good friends, by the way. He persuaded them to translate Lucretius, the divine Roman atom-ist …”

“Stick to the point. Give me only the undecorated truth.”

“As for the truth, what is it, to paraphrase slightly another Roman …”

“Cyrano!”

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“Very well. To the breach. It was late at night. I was sleeping soundly next to my so lovely Livy, when I was suddenly awakened. The only illumination was the night light seeping in through the wooden bars of our open window. A huge figure was standing over me, a black mass with a tremendous round head like a burned-out moon. I sat up, but before I could bring up my spear, which always lay by my side, the figure spoke.”