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the vessel that transports them to this island the non-crew accommodation lacks

comfort, and the prisoners themselves are immobilized by leg restraints. With

respect, the similarities to our present situation are obvious.”

Fletcher was silent for a moment, then it said, “Let’s take your suspicion a

stage further. You think this might be a prison ship, in distress not because of

a technical malfunction but because its prisoners have broken free and may have

killed or injured all or part of the crew before they realized that they were

unable to work the ship themselves. Perhaps some crew members are holed up

somewhere, in need of medical attention, after inflicting serious casualties

among the escapees.”

Fletcher looked briefly at the cadaver, then returned its attention to Cha

Thrat.

“It’s a neat theory,” it went on. “If true, we are faced with the job of

convincing the ship’s crew and a bunch of unruly prisoners, who are on less than

friendly terms with each other, that we would like to help all of them without

becoming casualties ourselves. But is it true? The leg restraints support your

theory, but the harness and too! pouches suggest a crew member rather than a

prisoner.

“Thank you, Cha Thrat,” it added, turning to followChen, “I shall bear your

suspicions in mind, and be verycareful.”

As soon as the Captain had finished speaking, Prilicla said quickly, “Friend

Cha, we can see wounds all over the body surface, but the details are

indistinct. Describe them please. And do they support your theory? Are they the

type of injuries that might be sustained by an entity being moved violently

about inside a spinning ship, or could they have been inflicted deliberately by

another member of the same species?”

“On your answer,” Murchison joined in, “depends whether or not I go back for a

heavy-duty spacesuit.”

“And I,” Naydrad said. Danalta, who belonged to a species impervious to physical

injury, remained silent.

She looked closely at the brightly lit surfaces of the corridor for a moment,

then gently rotated the cadaver so that its entire body was presented to the

vision pickup. She was trying to think like a warrior-surgeon while at the same

time remembering one of the basic physics tapes she had viewed as a trainee

technician.

“There are a large number of superficial contusions and abrasions,” she said,

“concentrated on the flanks, knees, and elbows. They appear to have been made by

grazing contact with the metal of the corridor, but the wound that caused its

death is a large, depressed fracture located on and covering the top of the

skull. It does not look as if it was caused by any type of metal tool or

implement but by violent contact with the corridor wall. There is a patch of

congealed blood, comparable to the area of the injury, on the wall where I am

directing the vision pickup.

“Remembering that the cadaver’s position in the vessel is approximately

amidships,” she went on, wondering if the Captain’s lecturing manner was a

psychological contagion, “it is unlikely that the spinning could havebeen

responsible for such a grievous head injury. My conclusion is that the being,

whose legs are very strong, misjudged a jump in weightless conditions and hit

its head against the wall. The lesser wounds could have been caused while it was

tumbling, unconscious and dying, inside the spinning ship.”

Murchison’s voice sounded relieved as it said, “So you’re telling us that it had

an accident, that no other antisocial type bashed in its skull?”

“Yes,” ChaThrat said.

“I’ll be with you in a few minutes,” it said.

“Friend Murchison,” Prilicla began anxiously.

“Don’t worry, Doctor,” said the Pathologist. “If anyone or anything nasty

threatens, Danalta will protectus.”

“Of course,” the shape-changer said.

While she was waiting for them to arrive, Cha Thrat continued to study the

cadaver while listening to the voices of Prilicla, Fletcher, and Rhabwar’s

communications officer. The Cinrusskin’s empathic faculty had given it

approximate locations for the survivors who, apart from the single crew member

in Control, seemed to be gathered together in three small groups of four or five

persons on one deck. But the Captain had decided that it would be better to make

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