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"The assignor reported you as Norden," he remarked,
but gave the planet name a slight accent new to Troy.


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"I would rather have thought Midgard--"

Troy met him eye to eye. This man had a spacer's
knowledge of racial types and other worlds right
enough.

"I was born on Norden--"

The other might not have heard him. "Midgard--or

even Terra--"

Troy flushed. "Norden," he repeated firmly. Lang
Horan's father had been from Midgard, right enough.
Before that--well, who traced any planet-pioneering
family back through generations and star systems to

the first hop?

"Norden. And you think that you know something
about animals." Those gray eyes, cold as space between
far-flung suns, dropped from Troy's face to the belt
with its lovingly polished silver studs. "Range Master,

eh?"

Troy refused to be drawn. He shrugged, not knowing
why the other was trying to bait him. Everyone knew
that Norden had been handed over to the Confederation,
that none of her former inhabitants could hope to
return to her plains.

"All right. If the assignor sent you, you're the best
it could find." Kyger arose from the enveloping embrace
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of his eazi-rest. The yellow man slipped to his side.
"Zul will give you your orders. We are expecting a
shipment in on the Chasgar. You'll go to the dock
with Zul and do just as he tells you--no more, certainly
no less. Understand?" There was a flick of razor-sharp
whip in that. Troy nodded.