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without suspecting why.
Needless to say, a reliable ventilation system was sucking the
dangerous scent out of the room.
"Well?" asked the Dictator nervously.
"After thinking it over all night, I have decided to accept your offer
and lead the expedition to the planet Terr."
Yar Jupi started and sighed with relief.
"Urn Sat, having become an honorary longface, you confirm your wisdom.
I shall glorify this on both continents. However, yesterday in the Temple of
Eternity, I had in mind one stipulation which you will have to observe."
"I also wanted to add a condition to my consent to head the
expedition."
"I can't bear it when conditions are imposed on me," said the Dictator,
raising his voice slightly.
"It is rather the first practical step to complementing the space
crew."
"I shall complement the space crew with longfaces, the most worthy of
the worthy."
"Perhaps Dictator Yar Jupi will remember yesterday's promise to include
any of the longfaces in the crew."
"I confirm that, even if it means my daughter."
"The daughter of Dictator Yar Jupi?" Dm Sat was truly astonished. It
had never even entered his head that the Dictator himself would talk about
her first.
"Do you dare to regard my daughter as ballast on the flight when she is
a Sister of Health?" said Yar Jupi, raising his voice.
Both men fell silent, studying each other. No matter how clever he
might be, it had never occurred to Urn Sat that the Dictator had thought of
saving his daughter from the horrors of a disintegration war by sending her
on a space expedition; and however cunning and crafty Yar Jupi might be, he
could not have presumed that Dm Sat had come to him solely in order to
obtain his consent to his daughter's flight to Terr.
"So you don't want her to fly?" demanded Yar Jupi ominously. "You're
worried about her? I appreciate that Would you care to go over to those
flowers? They are beautiful, are they not? Have you ever seen the like?
Savour their aroma!.."
"I have never seen anything more beautiful than the daughter of
Dictator Yar Jupi. Have no doubt that she will be the fairest flower on
Terr..."
"Then we shall leave those blossoms in peace," interrupted Yar Jupi
curtly.

Chapter Seven

THE FORGOTTEN HUMP


The body of Kutsi Merc was lying in a damp underground passage behind
blank walls with a spiral ornament.
The casing of the artificial hump had been pierced and the air was