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"Yeah. As you said, Knu is really an operator. And the purse I'll get tomorrow night
should get us past her If I kill the Masked Marvel, that is.тАЭ

"If you kill him? Of course you'll kill him! Why shouldn't you.тАЭ

"You know why not. He's got a mighty good record-too good altogether for a non-psi-in
fact, I've checked him out and he is psionic. Evidently a renegade--a loner-out strictly for
number one instead of for the good of all psiontists as a group.тАЭ

She nodded, assuming an expression that was startlingly ugly for such an attractive face
to wear "Uh-huh, they're the ones that need killing the worst of anybody . . . but you're
more than somewhat nuts to think any such scum could have what it would take to kill
you. The worst he'll do is nick you a little, maybe, instead of you letting him nick you to
make it look like a contest.тАЭ

"We hope," he said, with not too much conviction in his tone. "Who are you fighting, and
when.тАЭ

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"I don't know who yet; I'm signed to fight the survivor of the eliminations now going on for
female finalists at the next Most Magnificent Eagle-Feeding-a week from Saturday night,
you know, in Games Hall One. On form, it'll be Daughtmargann Loygann of Gloane and
she'll be a summer breeze.тАЭ

He nodded. "On form, yes-but just remember to probe her hard and plenty, because any
bladesman who has lasted very long has got to be more or less psionic. But to get back
to money-I hope you brought along a bale.тАЭ

"I did. I fine-toothed both Orm and Skane. Over a hundred thousand junex.тАЭ

He whistled. A hundred thousand Justician Units of Exchange was a lot of cash; much
more than he had expected from the underground psionic groups of those two compara-
tively young, comparatively underdeveloped planets. "That's the kind of talk I like to hear,
girl. Just for that I'll cash this here check, take you up top to the Eyrie, and ply you with
drink and with prime-orkst steak.тАЭ

"And that, man," she laughed, "is the kind of talk I like to hear.тАЭ

Games Hall One was a subterranean amphitheater, so designed that every seat in the
whole vast cavern afforded a perfect view of what was going on in the small central
arena; a view that could at will be reinforced by individual tri-di viewers at each of all
seats except "ringside." The whole splendidly-decorated Hall was illuminated by an
apparently sourceless light of just the right quality and intensity for maximum viewing
pleasure. Its atmosphere was pure, briskly circulating air, at a temperature of
seventy-two degrees Fahrenheit and a relative humidity of twenty-nine percent.

Every seat of the Hall's many thousands was occupied. The spectators were fairly evenly
divided as to sex, and were of all ages from babies in arms up to white-haired oldsters.
All the people except the infants were keyed up and tense, all were reveling vicariously in