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Final Diagnosis V1.0
James White



CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25

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CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31




CHAPTER 1
 The ship's Orligian medical officer did not speak as it escorted him into and along
the boarding tube to the hospital entry point, and that was the way Hewlitt wanted
it. He did not like extraterrestrials and, on the few occasions when it was
necessary, he preferred to discuss his business with them on a long-range
communicator that was not fitted with a viewscreen. He did not like this one
because the brownish-grey spikes of fur projecting through the gaps in its body
covering twitched from time to time, making him itch at the thought of the
parasites that might be infesting the creature. He felt a great relief when they left
the narrow tube and entered the reception area beyond, because he was able to
move farther away from the hairy, unprepossessing entity

Another extraterrestrial of a type he had never seen before was standing beside an
antigravity litter and obviously awaiting their arrival. This one was very large,
heavily built, and supported by six thick tentacles, one of which was encircled by
a band bearing what was presumably the insignia of rank or identity of the wearer.
It wore no other body covering and he was relieved to see that it was hairless,

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although its personal hygiene was suspect since there were several patches of what
looked like dry, flaking paint on the smooth skin of its flanks. He could see two
lidless, recessed eyes covered by a hard, transparent material, but no other features
apart from a fleshy membrane growing like a cock's comb from the top of its head,
and whose purpose was revealed as an organ of speech when the creature moved
closer and vibrated it at him

"I am awaiting the arrival of a DBDG patient," it said. "You are plainly an Earth-
human of the DBDG physiological classification, but you do not appear to be
traumatized or displaying any lesser form of distress. Perhaps I have made a
mistake and you are not—”

"No mistake, Nurse," said the Orligian, breaking in. "I am Surgeon-Lieutenant
Turragh-Mar, of the Monitor Corps supply vessel Treevendar, which was
requested to convey this patient from its home world to Sector General. But now I
must return to my ship without delay. This is Patient Hewlitt, and these are its case
notes.”

"Thank you, Doctor," said the nurse, accepting the tape and slipping it into a
recess on the litter's control panel. "Is there any more recent clinical information
that the physician-in-charge should know about?”

Turragh-Mar hesitated, then said, "There has been no change in the patient's
clinical condition since it was transferred from the planetary hospital to
Treevendar six days ago. It remained as you see it now, apparently in good health.
During that time I formed the opinion that, in spite of its long and complicated
case history, there is a psychological component to the patient's problem.”

"I understand, Doctor," said the nurse. "But Patient Hewlitt can be assured that,
however complicated its problem may turn out to be, we will do our best to solve
it.”

Turragh-Mar gave a short bark that came through its translator only as a short
bark. It added, "I wish you luck.”

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"Patient Hewlitt," said the nurse as the Orligian disappeared into the boarding
tube, "please climb onto the litter and make yourself comfortable. I am taking you
to Ward Seven on the twenty-ninth level, where you will— "I am not climbing
into anything!" said Hewlitt, anger and uncertainty and an instinctive dislike of
this monstrous creature making his voice louder than he had intended. "There is
nothing wrong with me right now, especially with my legs. I shall walk.”

"Please believe me, sir," said the nurse, "you will feel much more comfortable in
the litter.”

"I would be much more comfortable," he replied, "if you would not talk about me
as if I was a, a thing. On the way here that hairy Orligian apology for a doctor did
it when speaking to other ship's officers, and within seconds of my arrival you
were doing it, too. I am a human being, a 'he' or a 'him,' not an 'it.' You will kindly
remember that in the future, Nurse.”

For a long moment the other neither moved nor spoke. Then it said, "I know that
you are human, just as all members of intelligent species think of themselves as
being human. From my lectures on other-species anatomy I recognize you as an
adult male of the DBDG Earth-human classification, but I must continue to refer
to you as an 'it' unless some future clinical condition involving the reproductive
organs or associated endocrinology requires me to be specific regarding your
gender

"Unfortunately," the nurse went on, "the identification of an entity's sex is not
always as easy as it is in your case, especially among beings like myself, who are
able to change sex several times within a life span, or with species who require
more than two sexes for procreation. But it is a sensitive area, Patient Hewlitt, and
often a wrong identification can be irritating or even, among some species, grossly
insulting to the being wrongly identified. I believe that it will feel more
comfortable and natural for you to think of me and any other being who is not of
your own species as an 'it,' just as we do with you. Now will you please board the
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"Is your species hard of hearing, Nurse?" he said very loudly. "I said that I would
walk.”

The other did not speak, but it leaned backward slightly so that its enormous
weight was balanced on the middle and rear tentacles. The two forelimbs uncurled
suddenly, and before he could react, one had wrapped itself around his waist while
the other pinioned his legs together at knee level while he was swung high into the
air and deposited gently onto the litter. Their grip was firm but not uncomfortable,
and he did not try to break free, because the tentacles felt hard, like warm, flexible
metal, and immensely strong.

During the brief moment that he was airborne, Hewlitt saw that the limbs
encircling him could act as both arms or legs. On the back of each one there was a
roughened knuckle on which the creature walked while the more delicate
extremity that divided into fingers was curled upward and inward away from the
ground. Then the litter's padded body restraints swung inward to immobilize his
upper legs, the vehicle's transparent canopy rose from each side but did not close
at the top, and a hinged backrest unfolded until he was sitting upright. At least he
was being allowed to hear as well as see whatever was going on around him

Remembering the many previous litter rides in Earth hospitals, when there had
been nothing to look at but a boring succession of white corridor ceilings and strip
lighting fixtures, he appreciated that

"Whether they are patients or staff," said the nurse, making no mention of the way
it had just manhandled, or something-handled, him, "newcomers usually find
traveling the corridors of Sector General on foot to be an intimidating experience
at first. You may consider yourself fortunate that as a patient you are not allowed
to walk.”

"But I am able to walk!" Hewlitt protested as the litter was guided smoothly
toward the corridor exit

"Most of our incoming patients," said the other, "are in no condition to walk, talk,
look around them, or argue with their nurse. It is a general rule that cannot be
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changed because of one exceptional case.”

The door opened at their approach. Hewlitt immediately closed his eyes, and it
was several seconds before he could force himself to open them again. All at once
he was very glad of the thick, transparent canopy surrounding him

Creatures out of the worst nightmares he had ever experienced, and a few new
ones that he would probably have whenever he next went to sleep, were passing in
both directions along the wide corridor, and the occasional human being among
them only made the others look worse. Some of them were separated by a few
yards, but more often they were clumped together into groups moving at different
speeds who jostled past each other. There were massive, multitentacled beings
terrifying in their great size and obvious physical strength; others who were
horrifying and repugnant in the nauseous growths and slime sheen covering their
dreadful, misshapen bodies. Some of the shapes were so ridiculous that he had
trouble believing his eyes. One of the creatures was covered with silver fur that
rippled and tufted continually as it undulated past the litter on about twenty legs.
He remembered seeing a picture of one somewhere, and that their home world was
called Kelgia. Gradually he was able to identify a few other familiar shapes from
the extraterrestrial menagerie that was passing by

The large, six-legged elephantine being with the four tentacles and immobile
dome of a head was a Tralthan; a large, low-slung crustacean with the beautifully
marked carapace that clicked past on thin, bony multijointed legs was, he recalled,
a Melfan; and the small biped who looked like a half-size Earth-human covered in
tightly curled red fur came from the planet Nidia

The Nidian bumped gently against the side of the litter as it went past. It barked
something at his nurse, possibly a reproof for bad driving, which was ignored.
Like the cacophony of hooting, chirping, barking, or gobbling conversations going
on all around him, it was just so much irritating, organic noise. This meant that the
litter's translation device must have been programmed only for the languages of
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Hewlitt disliked being kept in ignorance of anything that was being said around
him. He wondered if he would be allowed a personal multitranslator during his
stay in hospital. Probably not. If the medics here were anything like some of the
ones he had met on Earth, they would not want their patient to know what was
going on

Especially if they were not sure themselves

His unpleasant memories of many unsuccessful treatments on his home world
were driven from his-mind by the sight of a great, hissing metal juggernaut that
was heading rapidly toward them on a collision course. He pointed and yelled,
"Nurse, look out! Slow down, dammit, and move aside.”

The nurse did none of those things, and the metal monster veered aside at the last
moment and passed with a few inches to spare. Through the partly open canopy
came the hot, odorless smell of escaping steam

"That was the environmental protection vehicle of an SNLU," said the nurse. "It
belongs to a heavy-gravity life-form that evolved in an atmosphere of high-
pressure superheated steam. We were in no danger from it.”

The nurse removed one of its tentacles from the litter controls to point along the
corridor before going on. "You will already have noticed that the beings you can
see fall into two distinct types: those who avoid others, and those who are avoided
by others. This is due to differences in medical rank, the insignia of which is
displayed on a band worn around a limb or some other prominent bodily
extremity. I am giving you this information now because it will also serve as a
guide to establishing the relative seniority of the various doctors and nursing staff
you will meet during treatment. You will soon be able to tell the difference
between the band markings that I wear, which are those of a nurse-in-training, and
a charge nurse, an intern, a member of the Psychology Department, a senior
physician, or one of the diagnosticians

"Theoretically," it went on, "the staff member possessing the greater medical
seniority has right of way. But there are many who believe that it is stupid to
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suffer contusions or some lesser bodily discomfort by holding too strictly to this
rule and, if the other being is more massive and well muscled than they are, simply
get out of its way regardless of differences in rank. That is why nearly everyone
gets out of my way. But in the case of a patient like yourself who is presumably in
urgent need of treatment, the litter bearing you has priority of passage regardless
of the low rank, very low in my case, of the nurse guiding it.”

Feeling reassured, Hewlitt looked more closely at the beings around him instead of
cowering and closing his eyes at their approach. A person can get used to
anything, he was thinking, but a few minutes later he was not so sure

"What. . . what was that disgusting, horrible thing that just went past?”

The nurse did not reply until they had turned in to an intersection and the creature
was out of sight. Then it said, "That is a physiological classification PVSJ, an
Illensan chlorine-breather, wearing the protective envelope necessary in an oxygen-
rich environment. They have very sensitive hearing. You would do well to
remember that.”

Hewlitt could not remember seeing anything that looked like an ear, or an eye or a
nose or mouth for that matter; just a spiny, membranous body that looked like a
haphazard collection of oily, rotting vegetation writhing within the yellow fog
inside the loose, transparent body cover

"Nurse," he said with great vehemence, "no matter what my future treatment is to
be, I do not want a thing like that anywhere near me!”

The nurse's speaking membrane vibrated, but no speech came through its
translator. Then it said, "We will arrive in Ward Seven within a few minutes. I
expect to be allowed to assist with your nursing care, Patient Hewlitt, and if there
is any other way that I can help with nonmedical advice or information you have
only to—”

"Aren't there any human doctors and nurses in this place?" he broke in sharply. "I

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want to be treated by people of my own species.”

"There are many Earth-human DBDGs on the medical staff," the nurse replied,
"but they might not want to treat you.”

For a moment surprise and disbelief rendered him speechless, and not until his
litter swung into a narrower and less populated corridor did the nurse answer the
question that he had been too angry to ask

"You are forgetting that this is a multispecies hospital," it said, "and recognized
throughout the Galactic Federation 'to be the biggest and best of its kind. The
people who are accepted for positions or advanced training here are selected from
the best that their home planets' medical establishments can provide, and their
purpose in coming here is to practice other-species medicine and surgery. So you
will understand that one of them would not take your case unless specifically
ordered to do so for a particular clinical reason. A DBDG Earth-human doctor
would not feel that it had come all the way to Sector General just to treat another
Earth-human when there are countless millions of those on Earth and the Earth-
seeded worlds

"Your Earth-human doctors and nurses want to work on the juicy ET cases," it
went on. "You will come to understand that this is a very good thing, because
much more care and attention, as well as a higher degree of personal and
professional interest, is given to other-species patients. When a same-species
doctor is treating its patient, certain clinical shortcuts may sometimes be taken, or
incorrect assumptions made, or important symptoms cloaked by over-familiarity
with the patient's physiology. The occasions when mistakes like this occur are
rare. But when an other-species medic is in charge of treatment, it takes nothing
about its patient for granted. It is forced by the physiological differences to be very
careful indeed, so that the incidence of clinical error is even rarer. Please believe
me: you will be in very good hands, or whatever other appendages are appropriate

"And remember, Patient Hewlitt," it added as the litter made another sudden
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that that implies. We've arrived.”

Ward Seven was a large, brightly lit room about five times longer than it was
wide, Hewlitt saw, with a clear area of floor running between two facing rows of
beds. He felt pretty sure that they were beds because, in spite of their weird shapes
and sizes and the strange equipment hanging above some of them, there was one at
the other end of the room that was* suitable for the use of an Earth-human. Just
inside the entrance on his left there was a nurses' station and food-service facility
enclosed by transparent walls, but the litter moved past it too quickly for him to
see who or what was working there

The space taken up by. the combined station and kitchen allowed only eight bed
spaces on that side, while there were twelve along the opposite wall. A few of
them were enclosed by screens, and the quiet gobbling and barking of alien voices
was coming from one of them, but without a translator he could not tell whether it
was a medical consultation, friendly gossip, or the sound of an other-species
patient in pain. Before he could ask, the litter stopped and he was lifted smoothly
and deposited in a sitting position on the chair by his bedside

The nurse pointed in turn to the three doors in the end wall that paralleled his bed
and said, "The first one is the multispecies waste-elimination facility for mobile
patients, the second is the bathroom, also multispecies, and the other one is for
patients who require assistance to perform these operations. Your bedside cabinet
is similar to the one you used on Treevendar, and the few personal effects you
were allowed to bring with you will be moved to it later today. You have a call
button in case you need attention, and there is a ceiling-mounted sound and vision
pickup linked to monitors in the nurses' station in case you need urgent attention
but are unable to call for it yourself. Your reading light is directional so that you
will not inconvenience other patients during rest periods, and you have an audio
plug, an earpiece, and a small viewscreen tuned to the in-hospital entertainment
channels. The programs were recorded a long time ago, so you may not want to
view them unless you are trying to put yourself to sleep without sedative
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"You are in bed eighteen," it continued. "As well as being the most convenient
position to the toilet facilities, it is farthest from the ward entrance and the nurses'
station. There is a generally held belief within the hospital, which has never been
officially denied, that the closer a patient is to the ward entrance, where the doctor
on call and the ward nurses can reach it with minimum delay, the more serious is
its clinical condition and prognosis. You may like to take some comfort from that
knowledge

"And now, Patient Hewlitt," it went on briskly, "please undress, put on the hospital
garment lying across your chair, and get into bed quickly before Charge Nurse
arrives. I will remain outside the screen. If you need help, call me.”

The nurse and its litter moved aside and the bed screens unrolled silently from
their recess in the ceiling

For what seemed like a long time Hewlitt held the hospital garment in his hands
without moving. It was smooth, white, shapeless, and, like all the others he had
known, at least two sizes too small. He did not want to lie in bed dressed in this
thing; he wanted to sit in the chair and maintain some feeling of independence by
wearing his own impeccably styled clothing. But then he remembered the nurse's
vast strength and its closing remark that, if he needed help, he should call it. Had
that been a politely worded threat to the effect that if he did not undress himself he
would be undressed by force? He would not give that tentacled monster the
satisfaction, or perhaps the pleasure, of undressing one of its juicy ETs

While he was climbing into bed, Hewlitt heard someone else approaching his bed,
someone who made a soft, slithering noise rather than the sound of walking feet as
it came. There was an unpleasant background sibilance to the translated words
when it spoke

"Nurse," it said sharply, "your paint is flaking. Give me the patient's case notes
and your report, quickly, then go to your dining area without delay.”

"Yes, Charge Nurse," the other replied. "When Treeven-rfar's medical officer, a
Monitor Corps surgeon-lieutenant called Turragh-Mar, gave me the case notes, it
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said that there had been no observable symptoms or change in Patient Hewlitt's
physical condition, but suggested the presence of a psychological component. The
only evidence of this was its marked xenophobic reaction displayed during the
ride here I assumed from our earlier conversation that the patient has had very
limited—if any—contact with other-species beings, and was likely to be disturbed
by the sight of the hospital staff using the intervening corridors; and that my
instructions to allow it to see them was intended to prepare it for the closer, in-
ward contacts that it would experience later. By the time we reached the ward, the
patient seemed to have its xenophobia under partial control, except for one species
that it still finds visually distressing. .. .”

"Thank you, Nurse," the other voice broke in. "Now go at once for a respray
before you collapse from hunger at my feet. I will take over from here.”

The screens rose and disappeared into the ceiling to reveal the ghastly thing
standing at the foot of his bed. Instinctively he pressed himself against the
backrest in a vain effort to put more space between them

"How are we feeling today, Patient Hewlitt?" it said. "I am Charge Nurse
Leethveeschi and, as you have already noticed, I am an Illensan. . . .”

CHAPTER 2
 Inside its chlorine envelope the thick, fleshy, yellow-green leaves twitched and
slid open to reveal two stubby legs covered by what looked like oily blisters as the
creature moved back from the foot of the bed

"Do not be afraid, Patient Hewlitt," Leethveeschi said. "I I have no intention of
coming closer, much less of touching you, unless some future clinical emergency
requires it. It may be helpful to consider the visual effect of your flabby, pink,
smooth-skinned body on my aesthetic sensibilities. So please stop trying to push
yourself backward through the wall and listen to me. You may close your eyes, if
it helps. _ First, have you eaten recently? Second, do you have an* urgent need to
eliminate body wastes?”

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"Y-yes," Hewlitt replied. Just to be contrary he kept his eyes open, trying to stare
the disgusting creature down. But* there were too many dark, wet swellings
showing between its oily fronds and membranes for him to know which of them
were eyes. He added, "Just before I left the ship. no, I don't have to go to the
toilet.”

"Then you have no reason to leave your bed," said the charge nurse, "so please
remain in it until Senior Physician Medalont has examined you and officially
pronounced you capable of moving about the ward without nursing assistance.
The next meal will be served in a little over three hours and your examination will
take place before then. But there is no cause for alarm, Patient Hewlitt, because
the procedure will be noninvasive and predominantly verbal

"When you are allowed out of bed," Leethveeschi went on, "you will be given a
translator programmed for the languages used by the ward patients and medical
staff. It seems that you have had limited opportunities for other-species contact,
and here you will be able to remedy that. Talk to the other patients as soon as you
feel .comfortable doing so and you are not getting in the way of the medical staff.
Patients who have screens around their beds are either undergoing treatment,
resting, or being isolated for other reasons, and those you must not disturb. Most
of the patients will talk to you, if they are feeling sociable, and you need not worry
about their outward appearance, because all of the patients here are ugly, gross,
and visually repellent

"Without exception.”

He wondered if there had been a glint of humor in a few of the dark, wet blisters
that might have been looking at him as it spoke the words, but dismissed the idea
as ridiculous

"In the bed opposite is Patient Henredth, a Kelgian," it continued. "Diagonally on
your left is Patient Kletilt, from Melf, and beside you is an Ian named Makolli
who is being transferred to Level Forty-Seven later today, so you may not get the
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now, Patient Hewlitt, you should try to relax, or sleep if you can, until the doctor
sees you.”

Leethveeschi's body parts slithered and writhed together in a revolting fashion,
and he realized that it was turning to He was pleased that the disgusting thing was
leaving and wondered why he stopped it. After all, his question could have waited

"Charge Nurse," he said firmly, "I have no wish to talk to anyone in this place
unless it is absolutely necessary for my treatment. But there is one person I might
be able to talk to with, well, less discomfort. That is the nurse who brought me
here. I would not mind if it took part in my treatment, and I would prefer to call
for it if there was something I needed. Please tell me its name?”

"No," said Leethveeschi with equal firmness. "Since it is the only Hudlar nurse
attached to my ward, you will have no trouble identifying it. Just point a
manipulatory appendage at it and call 'Nurse' loudly.”

"Where I come from," said Hewlitt, trying not to lose his temper, "that would be
considered the height of bad manners. Are you being deliberately unhelpful? You
told me your name and those of the patients around me, so why not tell me the
Hudlar's name?”

"Because," said Leethveeschi, "I don't know it.”

"That is ridiculous!" Hewlitt burst out, no longer able to hold his temper with this
loathsome and obviously petty-minded creature. "You are in charge of the nurses
on the ward and you expect me to believe that you don't know all their names? Do
you think I'm stupid? Oh, just forget it. I will ask the next time I see it and it will
give me its name itself.”

"I hope not!" said the charge nurse. It did something with its body that made it
turn and move back until it was disconcertingly close to his bedside again

"Regarding your degree of stupidity, Patient Hewlitt," it said, "I am constrained by
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stupid, and I am allowed to reduce your level of ignorance

"Our Hudlar nurse wears a band around one limb that shows its rank and hospital
staff number," Leethveesch' went on. "The number is used for administrative
purpose and is the only identity known to us. Since other species find Hudlars
impossible to tell apart, if one of them has to be picked out of a group this is done
by calling out the last few digits of its staff number. It is not called by name
because the Hudlars consider their names to be their most private and personal
possession. Among their species the name is used only by close members of the
family, or among those who are intending to become life-mates immediately prior
to conjugation

"It seems that you may have formed a liking for our Hudlar nurse," it added, "but
in the circumstances it is better that the relationship stops short of a personal
exchange of names.”

Leethveeschi returned to the nurses' station, making disgusting, untranslatable
noises that sounded like someone in the last stages of pulmonary failure but were
probably the sound of Illensan laughter. He felt sure that the heat of his
embarrassment was warming the whole ward. Then he flung himself back against
the pillows to glare at the monitor lens in the ceiling, wondering if the sudden
reddening of his face would worry an observer and some other horrible medical
creature would come hurrying to investigate

Apparently not. Several minutes passed and there were no further visitations. But
his relief was mixed with irritation as he wondered if he would have to do
something melodramatic like falling out of bed and breaking an arm to attract
attention. His embarrassment had faded, but it was being replaced by the old,
familiar feelings of helpless anger and despair

I should not have come here

He looked along both sides of the ward at the large, complicated beds, several of
whose occupants were not, unfortunately screened from view, and beyond to the
nurses' station where the alien shapes were rendered a little less fright-eninig by
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distance, and listened to the quiet barking and inoaning and gobbling sounds of
other-species' conversations He had always felt distrustful of strangers, and even
of relatives he had not met for a long time, because they usually represented
varying degrees of change and disruption to the comfortable, organized, lonely,
and moderately happy life he had made for himself. But now he was among the
strangers who were stranger than he could ever have imagined, and it was his own
stupid fault

Hewlitt had been advised not to go to Sector General, by a succession of Earth
doctors who had studied his psych profile and decided that it would not be a
comfortable place for him. They had not, however, been able to do anything about
his illness beyond stating the obvious, that his symptoms were unusually varied,
nonspecific, and, at times, violently nonresponsive to the indicated medication. It
was suggested that his trouble might lie in an overactive mind that was having a
disproportionately large influence on the body containing it

Being a solitary person out of necessity rather than choice, Hewlitt had had to take
responsibility for looking after his own well-being, which included guarding
himself against accident, illness, and infection. But he was not, or at least not
entirely, a hypochondriac. He knew that there was something seriously wrong with
him and that, in these days of advanced medical science, it was his right as a
Galactic Federation citizen to demand that it be put right by somebody,
somewhere

He did not like being among strangers, but neither did he like the prospect of
being intermittently and inexplicably sick for the rest of his life, so he had insisted
on his rights. Now he was wondering if it would not have been better for him to
stay and die comfortably on Earth. Here the treatment, and certainly the doctors
prescribing it, were likely to cause him more mental anguish than the disease. All
at once Hewlitt wanted to be back home. His attention was drawn to the nurses'
station entrance where two creatures had emerged and were moving down the
ward toward him. The first one was a long, fat, silver-furred being who undulated
along the floor on more legs than he was able count and who belonged to the same
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nurse—for some reason he had begun to think of it as his nurse, possibly because
it was both familiar and polite—whose flanks appeared to have been repainted
since he had seen it last. In the Earth hospitals quite a few of the nurses had used
cosmetics, although only on their faces

For a moment he wondered if his nurse was considered beautiful by other Hudlars;
then he sat up straight in the bed and steeled himself for his first medical
examination by a giant extraterrestrial caterpillar. But they stopped at the bed
beside his, the one containing Patient Kletilt, moved inside its screens, and
completely ignored his existence

He could hear three different voices talking quietly. There was the Kelgian
modulated moaning sound that must have been coming from the doctor, an erratic
scraping and clicking noise that he had never heard before but that had to belong
to the Melfan patient, and—with lesser frequency, suggesting that it was in
response to questions or instructions—the remembered sound of the Hudlar
nurse's speaking membrane. But none of their translators were set for human
speech, so he did not know what they were saying

That irritated him, because every few minutes the fabric of the screen bulged
outward as if something large and round, like the Hudlar's flanks, or small and
sharp, like something else, moved behind it. In spite of the fact that it would
probably have horrified him, Hewlitt wanted to know Whatever it was lasted for
about twenty minutes; then the Kelgian doctor emerged from behind the screens
and undulate toward the nurses' station without even a side glance at He could
hear the Hudlar nurse moving around Kletilt's bed 'apparently doing something to
or for the patient; then it, appeared and began following the doctor. He did not
point and shout "Nurse" as Leethveeschi had advised; he waved to attract its
attention

The nurse paused to make an adjustment to its translator, then said, "Is there
anything wrong, Patient Hewlitt?”

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tone polite as he said, "I was expecting to be examined, Nurse. What is going on?
That doctor completely ignored me!”

"That doctor," the nurse replied, "was arranging for Patient Kletilt's transfer to a
different ward, and I was repositioning the patient during the examination. It is
Senior Physician Karthad, who is currently the hospital's specialist in other-species
obstetrics and gynecology and has no interest in your case. But if you will wait for
just a moment longer, Patient Hewlitt, your own doctor will be here to examine
you.”



CHAPTER 3
 He had seen pictures of the Melfan species as well as a few life-size specimens in
the corridors during his trip to the ward, but this was the first one that had been
motionless and very, very close. It still looked like an outsize crab that was
wearing its skeleton on the outside. But this time he barely noticed the thin,
tubular legs projecting from the slits where the bony carapace and underside
joined, because he was staring at the head with its big, vertically lidded eyes,
enormous mandibles, and pincers projecting forward from the place where ears
should have been. The two feelers growing from the sides of its mouth were so
long and thin and fragile that they looked ridiculous by comparison. The creature's
fearsome head moved closer and, inevitably, it said, "How are we feeling, Patient
Hewlitt?”

Just as inevitably, Hewlitt replied, "Fine.”

"Good," said the other. "I am Dr. Medalont, and I would like to give you a
preliminary examination and ask a few questions if you don't mind. Please fold
back your blanket and lie face downward. There is no need to remove your
garment' my scanner imaging will not be affected by it. I shall explain everything
as we go along.”


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The scanner was a small, flat, rectangular object that reminded Hewlitt of an old-
time book. Its "spine," Medalont told him, contained the depth-focus and
enhancement controls; the matte black underside that was being moved slowly
over every square inch of his body surface held the microsensors; and the top
surface displayed a picture of the underlying organic structures. An enlarged
scanner image was being repeated on the bedside viewscreen, possibly for the
benefit of the nurse. He twisted his neck to look at it

"Stop wriggling, Patient Hewlitt," said the doctor. "Now lie face upward. Thank
you.”

One of its pincers gripped him gently by the wrist and straightened his arm by his
side. A feeler curled down to lie vertically along the crease inside his elbow, while
the other one dropped like a soft, furry feather across his nose and mouth, making
him fight a sudden urge to sneeze. A few minutes later the pincer and the feelers
were withdrawn and the doctor straightened up

"If I remember my Earth-human DBDG anatomy and vital signs correctly," said
the doctor, adding a series of quiet, untranslatable clicks that might have been the
Melfan equivalent of a chuckle, "I am inclined to agree with your self-diagnosis.
Apart from a little general muscular tension, which is understandable in these
circumstances, you are in very good physical condition.”

This was how so many of the other examinations had ended, Hewlitt thought
angrily, with the doctor pronouncing him fit. A few of the early ones had laughed
at him, too, or accused him of wasting their time. This Medalont seemed to be a
polite one, in spite of being an extraterrestrial, and would probably satisfy itself by
wondering aloud what he was doing here

Instead, it said, "I would like to ask you a few questions, Patient Hewlitt. They are
questions you will have been asked many times, and your answers are in the case
history. But I am hoping that those answers, because of their constant repetition,
may have become inaccurate or incomplete, and I may be able to uncover
information missed by my predecessors. Except as an infant and very young child

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on Etla, you have never traveled beyond the atmosphere of Earth, your home
world. Correct?”

"Yes," said Hewlitt

"Were there any other-species contacts on Etla?”

"I can remember seeing a few extraterrestrials," he replied, "but not well enough to
describe them now. I was only four at the time and they frightened me. My parents
said that I would grow out of it but kept me out of the way whenever they had
other-species visitors. Obviously I didn't grow out of it.”

"There is still time," said Medalont. "What do you remember of your childhood
illnesses? Begin with the earliest episodes, please.”

"Not much," Hewlitt replied. "I was a pretty healthy infant, I learned later. But
when my parents died in the flyer accident it was decided to return me to my
grandparents on Earth, -and I was given the usual immunizations against Earth-
human child and adult diseases. That was when the trouble started. There were
very few Earth-people living on Etla at that time, and as my parents had not
planned on returning to Earth, there had been no need for them to worry about
giving me preventive shots.”

"Do you know the reason for that?" asked the doctor

"I think so," said Hewlitt

"Then tell me," said the other. "Explaining it to me aloud might give you
something less to worry about while living among all us aliens.”

Hewlitt disliked being humored. He was neither a simple child nor a senile oldster,
and it irritated him when some medical know-it-all implied that he was dim-
witted, or worse, uneducated. He said, "If you sneeze I won't be affected by your
Melfan germs, and vice versa. The same situation applies to all the other life-
forms in the hospital. It is a matter of evolution and environment. Germs that

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evolved on one world cannot affect or infect beings who are native to another. On
Earth people said that some hospitals, usually the very old or badly run ones, were
places one went to catch other people's diseases as well as, hopefully, getting rid
of one's own

"Is that why there is only one patient of any given species in this ward?" he ended.
'To eliminate the risk of own-species cross-infection?”

Dr. Medalont blinked its eyes hard enough for Hewlitt to hear the eyelids clicking
together. Then it said, "That is not a reason the hospital would admit to officially,
and there are other reasons. You seem to be well-informed medically, but would
you now kindly return to the account of your early onset of symptoms?”

"Listening to the number of doctors that have discussed my case over the years,"
Hewlitt replied, "I couldn't help learning a few things. But all right, back to the
symptoms. After the first immunization shot,before moving to Earth, I was told
that I'd had a bad reaction to it: high temperature, body rash, and inflamed mucous
membranes, all of which cleared up within a few days; the symptoms were not
entirely those of the diseases I was being vaccinated against. The same thing
happened after I arrived on Earth, with different symptoms and recovery times.
And I can remember other times when I just did not feel well, when I would
become suddenly tired even though I hadn't been playing very hard, or get sick
and vomit for no reason, or run a slight temperature or break out in spots. But the
symptoms were not severe enough for me to remember them in detail or how long
they lasted. My grandparents were curious but not seriously concerned. They took
me to a local doctor who agreed with them that I was a sickly child who seemed to
be catching every virus in the book

"But I wasn't sickly," he went on, angry at the memory of that first, unjust
accusation. "Between times I was very fit aid was always picked for the school
team and track events when . . .”

"Patient Hewlitt," Medalont broke in. "These episodes of nausea, minor skin
eruptions, and the other symptoms that were not related, at least as far as you

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knew at the time, to the immunization shots. Could they have followed the
administration of other forms of medication? A mild palliative for a headache,
perhaps, or a painkiller given after an accident during a sporting contest that you
were too excited to remember? Or did you eat something you should not have
eaten, like uncooked or unripe vegetation?”

"No," said Hewlitt. "If somebody had butted me in the stomach during a game I
would remember it. And if I had eaten something that made me sick, I would have
remembered that, too, and especially not to eat it again. I'm not stupid now and I
wasn't then.”

"Just so," said the doctor. "Please continue." Feeling angry and impatient, he
continued, as he had done so many times in the past to so many medics who had
made halfhearted attempts to hide their impatience while listening to him. He
described the sudden onset of a wide variety of symptoms that were apparently
without cause and, while inconvenient and at times embarrassing, were never
serious enough to be disabling. At the age of nine, five years after he had been
returned to Earth, his aunt had taken him to the family's aging general practitioner.
That doctor had made the first positive, or perhaps it was a completely negative,
contribution to his problem by deciding not to administer any form of medication
whenever his inexplicable and relatively pain-free symptoms appeared. There was
evidence, the doctor had said, that the number and variety of symptoms increased
in direct proportion to the amount of medication administered, so the sensible
course was to withhold all medication and observe the results. He could still come
to see the doctor if or when symptoms reappeared, but henceforth they would do
nothing but talk about them

He had also been given an appointment to see a psychiatrist, who had listened to
him with sympathy during the course of several weeks before telling his
grandmother that Hewlitt was a physically healthy, highly intelligent, and very
imaginative young man who would grow out of his problem with the approach of
maturity

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wrong with me. The psychiatrist said so in polite polysyllables, but the doctor did
the right thing by not doing anything. For three years after his negative treatment,
the symptoms were reduced in frequency and strength so that, unless a rash or
something appeared on a visible part of my body, I didn't mention them to anyone.
But when I reached puberty, the trouble began happening every few weeks and
some of the symptoms were very embarrassing. Even so, the family doctor
continued to withhold medication and the frequency of onset began to reduce
again. From the time I was fourteen until I was twenty there were only three, well,
attacks, but the symptoms and some of the things that happened between times
were distressing and very embarrassing. ...”

"Now I understand," Medalont broke in, "why your case history advises against
prescribing medication without prior discussion with the patient. Your aged local
doctor displayed the good sense that many of us younger and more enthusiastic
medics lack, by deciding that when in doubt, and when the condition was not life-
threatening, it was better to do nothing. But now that the episodes have become
more distressing, you will have to trust us. If you are to be cured we cannot
continue to do nothing for you.”

"I .know that," said Hewlitt. "Shall I go on?" "Later," said the doctor. "The main
meal is due shortly and Leethveeschi will scold me if I deliberately cause a patient
to starve. Nurse, consultation mode, please.”

A pincer and a digited tentacle rose to touch their respective translators briefly,
and thereafter their conversation was completely unintelligible to him. Hewlitt
took it for as long as he could, about three minutes, before anger and frustration
got the better of him

"What are you saying about me?" he burst out. "Talk so I can listen, dammit.
You're just like the others. You think it's all in my mind and that nothing is wrong
with me but an overactive imagination. Is that what you think?”

The doctor and nurse touched their translators again, and Medalont said, "You
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except, possibly, our own clinical confusion regarding your case. Is what others
think important to you?”

"I don't like people thinking that I'm a liar," said Hewlitt in a quieter voice. "Or
that there is nothing wrong with me." The doctor was silent for a moment. Then it
said, "During the days or weeks to come there will be many strange beings talking
to you, and thinking about you in their strange fashions, in an effort to find the
answer to your problem. But one thing they will not be thinking is that you are a
liar. If there was nothing wrong with you, you would not be here. Excuse me

"There can be little doubt," it went on, turning both of its large, protruding eyes
toward the nurse, "that there is a psychological component to Patient Hewlitt's
condition. While the clinical work is proceeding we will request a concurrent
investigation by the Psychology Department. Bearing in mind that the symptoms
include a measure of xenophobia, one of the Earth-humans, O'Mara or
Braithwaite, would be best. .. “

"With respect, Doctor," the nurse broke in, "Major O'Mara would not be my
choice.”

"You are probably right," Medalont replied. "It is of the same species, an able
psychologist, but not a pleasant entity. A less abrasive personality would be best.
Lieutenant Braithwaite, then

"For the time being," it went on, "we will continue the no-medication regimen,
with the exception of mild sedation if the patient itself requests it. The patient has
had no experience of sharing a room with members of other species and may
require assistance getting to sleep, but be watchful in case the sedative brings on
another attack. The onset of symptoms can be sudden and disproportionately
severe. For this reason, in addition to the bedside visual surveillance, I want it to
wear a personal medical sensor at all times with priority flagging on your station
monitor. The patient may leave its bed and move about the ward at will, to satisfy
its curiosity or to socialize with other patients provided its presence at another bed
is not clinically inconvenient at the time. There will be no restrictions regarding its

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diet, but for the time being it should eat meals alone by its bedside,”

Dr. Medalont returned its attention to Hewlitt and said, "Many of the beings who
come here have an initial aversion to watching members of other species eat. It is
nothing of which you should feel ashamed. The first time I saw a Kel-gian eating
glunce stew it made me want to turn mysejf inside out.”

"No!" said Hewlitt, trying to control his growing panic. "I will not eat or socialize
with any of the creatures in here—now, soon, or ever. That, that big elephant thing
I saw coming in, the one beside the nurses' station, looked like it could eat me.”

"Patient Cossunallen is an herbivore," said the doctor, "so do not be concerned.
Making social contact with the other patients is recommended but not obligatory.
You should remember, however, that at present you are an unusually healthy
patient who may not wish to spend all your time in bed except for an occasional
trip to the washroom. Boredom, not the medical staff, may force you to socialize
with the other patients.”

Hewlitt made a loud, incredulous sound, which he knew did not translate

"I will have to leave you now," Medalont said. "If you have questions that the
nursing staff cannot answer, which is unlikely, I will be back to see you again
before the next sleep period. Enjoy your lunch.”

The light clicking of Melfan feet and the heavier but softer sound of Hudlar
tentacles receded up the ward, leaving him to stare at the inside of the bed screen
and worry about the dreadful things a place like this would expect him to eat. A
few minutes later the Hudlar nurse pushed between the screens to place a covered
tray on his bedside table

"As yet we have no information regarding your food preferences," it said, "so we
have selected a meal that is acceptable to many of the Earth-humans on the staff. It
is composed of a brown, flat slab which is called steak, I think, with other lumpy
vegetable objects. Before you start to eat, please wait until I attach some
equipment to your body. The sensor on your chest lets the nurses' station know
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how you are doing from moment to moment, and the translator, which I will hang
around your neck, is programmed for the languages used by the ward patients and
medical staff. It will let you know what everyone is saying about you and
everyone else

"I thought that you might feel more comfortable eating in " visual privacy," it went
on, "at least until you settle in. That is why I have not raised your screens. I must
leave now, but press the call button if you need anything. All right, Patient
Hewlitt?”

"Yes, yes, thank you," he said. "But, Nurse ..." He broke off in confusion, not
knowing why he felt so grateful to this monstrous creature and wanting to say
more than a simple word of thanks. Maybe he could say something complimentary

The nurse was backing through one of the overlapping sections of screen, and he
could see that its body paint had left a large smear on the fabric. It stopped moving
and said, "Yes, Patient Hewlitt?”

"Nurse," he said awkwardly, "I didn't expect something like you to be so, well,
considerate toward me. I mean, you look like nothing on Earth . ..”

"I should hope so," said the Hudlar. "I didn't mean that to to be taken literally," he
said. "I just wanted to say thanks and, and your body makeup looks very smart.”

The nurse made a small, untranslatable sound and said, "Hudlars do not use body
decoration, Patient Hewlitt. That is my lunch.”

CHAPTER 4
 During his first night in the ward, Hewlitt could not sleep. His bed was very
comfortable, the shaded light from his bedside was subdued, and he was more than
tired enough because his watch was still set to ship rather than hospital time, and it
was telling him that it was early afternoon of the day following his arrival. But his
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subconsciously, he must be terrified of losing consciousness in this place

For what seemed like hours he lay listening to the night noises of the ward that
drifted through his screens. The continuous sighing of the ventilation system that
had been inaudible during the day seemed to grow louder by the hour, as did the
quiet sound of the nurses' feet, or whatever, as they attended to the patients.
Occasionally he could hear the moaning or bubbling noises of patients in pain,
although, considering the painkilling medication available, it was more likely to be
the sound of extraterrestrial snoring

In desperation he switched on the bedside viewscreen and, using an earpiece so as
not to bring a nurse down on him for disturbing the other patients, he searched for
the entertainment channels. Most of them were intended for other-species'
viewers, but even though his translator reproduced the dialogue, a Tralthan or
Melfan situation comedy looked more like a horror play to him. When he found
one that was designed for Earth-human viewing, the plot and dialogue were close
to prehistoric. It should have sent him straight to sleep, but did not

He returned to watching a Tralthan family performing weird, incomprehensible
actions and saying banal things while doing them, until his screens opened to
reveal a massive Hudlar body

"You should be asleep, Patient Hewlitt," it said in a voice so quiet that it barely
reached him. "Is anything wrong?”

"Are you the nurse who brought me here today," he asked, "or another one?”

"All the other nurses, including Leethveeschi, have been relieved," it replied, "but
my species is able to go for long periods without sleep and I will be completing
the night duty. Tomorrow and the day after are my rest and study days so you will
not see me until the day after, if you are still here. Your body sensors indicate
raised levels of tension and fatigue. Why are you not sleeping?”

"I—I think I'm afraid to sleep," he said, wondering why the admission of a
weakness to an extraterrestrial seemed less embarrassing than it would to a human.
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"If I slept in this place I would have nightmares, and wake up again feeling worse.
I suppose you know what nightmares are?”

"Yes," said the nurse. It raised a forward tentacle and waved the tip in the
direction of the ward beyond the screens. "You would have nightmares, about us?”

Hewlitt did not reply because he had already answered the question, and he was
beginning to feel ashamed

"If you go to sleep and have nightmares about us," the nurse went on, "and then
wake up to find that your night-mares have substance and are all around you,
either suffering with you as fellow patients or trying to cure you, isn't trying to
stay wakeful a waste of time? Knowing that we will be here when you awaken
might give your nightmare less force so that your mind might decide to dream
about some-thing more pleasant. Isn't that a logical suggestion, Patient Hewlitt,
and worth trying?”

Again, Hewlitt did not reply. This time it was because he was trying to come to
grips with Hudlar logic

"Besides," said the nurse, "that Melfan quiz-forfeit show is injurious to mental
health, regardless of the viewer's species. Would you like to talk to me instead?”

"Yes—I mean, no," said Hewlitt. "There are patients here j who are sick and more
in need of your attention. I have nothing wrong with me, at least not right now.”

"Right now," the nurse replied, "all of the other patients are quiet, comfortable,
and stable and are being monitored in their sleep. You are awake, and, for a young
and mentally active trainee nurse, night duty can be boring. Is there anything you
would like to say or ask?”

Hewlitt stared at the great, six-tentacled monster with its speaking membrane
rippling like a fleshy flag and the skin that covered its limbs and body like
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"Thank you for the warning," said the Hudlar, "but there is no risk. It will last until
the day staff comes on duty.”

"I do not understand you," said Hewlitt. "At least, not well enough to ask
questions.”

"From your earlier words about my use of cosmetics," said the nurse, "I thought
that might be the case. Do you know why Hudlars use nutrient paint?”

He was not terribly interested in anything extraterrestrials did. But this one wanted
to talk, if only to relieve its boredom and listening to it might take his mind off the
extraterrestrial menagerie around him. A case of listening to one known monster
in order to forget his dread of the unknown others. And after all, it might be trying
in its own way to reassure him

"No," he said. "Why, Nurse?”

The first thing he learned was that Hudlars did not have mouths. Instead they had
what they called organs of absorption, and from there one question led to another

The species had evolved to intelligence on a heavy-gravity world with a
proportionately high atmospheric pressure. The lower reaches of its atmosphere
resembled a thick, semiliquid soup filled with tiny, airborne forms of animal and
vegetable life which were ingested by the absorption mechanism covering the
Hudlars' back and flanks; and, because they were an intensely energy-hungry
species, the process was continuous. The home planet's atmosphere was very
difficult to reproduce, so that in off-world environments such as the hospital it had
been found more convenient to spray them at regular intervals with a concentrated
nutrient paint

"Sometimes," the nurse went on, "we concentrate too deeply on what we are doing
and forget our next meal spray. When that happens we grow weak from the effects
of accelerated malnutrition wherever we happen to be, and the first member of the
medical or maintenance staff to come along, or even an ambulatory patient like
yourself, revives us with a quick respray. There are racks of Hudlar food tanks in
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most of the main corridors and wards, including the one on the wall beside the
nurses' station. The sprayer mechanism is very easy to use, although I hope you
will never have to use • one on me

"It disrupts the routine to have a Hudlar collapsing in the middle of a ward," it
continued, "and the nutrient makes a mess on the floor or nearby beds. That would
severely irritate Charge Nurse Leethveeschi, and we would not want that'' to
happen.”

"No, we wouldn't," he said, unable to imagine a severely irritated chlorine-
breather but agreeing anyway. "But, but meals painted on from the outside . . .
that's terrible. I thought I had problems.”

"I am not the patient here, Patient Hewlitt," said the nurse, "and your sensors are
registering a high level of fatigue and I am being selfish by keeping you awake.
Are you ready to go to sleep now?”

The thought of being left alone again, his dimly lit bed like a raft surrounded by a
dark sea peopled with fearful alien monsters, with this one monstrous exception,
brought the fear that had been held in check by their conversation to come rushing
back. Hewlitt did not want to go to sleep, so he answered indirectly in the negative
by asking another question

"I don't see how it could happen," he said, "but do you people have the equivalent
of stomach ache? Or do you ever take sick?”

"Never," said the nurse. "You must try to sleep, Patient Hewlitt.”

"If you don't take sick," he persisted, fighting a conversational rearguard action,
"why do Hudlars need doctors and nurses?”

"As very young children," the other replied, "we are subject to a wide variety of
diseases, but by puberty we develop . a complete immunity to them which lasts
until a few years before termination, when age-related psychological and
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project to train Hudlar medical staff who will alleviate the more distressing
aspects of the condition, which responds only to major surgery, but the work has
many years to go before the aged population as a whole will benefit.”

"Is this the work you are training to do?" Hewlitt asked. "To care for the Hudlar
aged?”

The nurse had no features that he could read, because it d no face and the rest of
its smooth, hard body was as expressionless as an inflated balloon. But when it
replied it spoke quickly, giving him the feeling that it might be embarrassed or
ashamed of its answer

"No," it said. "I am studying general other-species medicine and surgery. Within
the Galactic Federation we Hudlars are a unique species. Because of the nature of
our body tegument we are able to live and work in a great many hostile
environments. We can survive pressure variations ranging from the very dense
down to the vacuum of space, and we do not need an atmosphere in order to
absorb our nutrient paint. Hudlars are greatly in demand for work in conditions
where other species would be severely hampered by their environmental-
protection equipment, and especially on space construction projects. A Hudlar
medic with Sector General qualifications, who would be able to bring medical
assistance to space construction workers of many different species without the
time-consuming necessity for donning protective garments, would be a valuable
asset on site

"Ours has never been a rich planet," it added. "No mineral resources, no fabricated
items to trade, no scenery to attract visitors. It has nothing that anybody wants,
except its immensely strong, tireless people who can work anywhere and are very
well rewarded by the other Federation species for doing so.”

"And after you have achieved fame and fortune in space," said Hewlitt, "I suppose
you will settle down at home and have a large family?”

The nurse still seemed to be bothered about something. He wondered if it could be
feeling ashamed for leaving home and training for a well-paid job in space and
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thereby ducking the responsibility for looking after an aged and sick relative. He
should not have asked that question. "I will have half of a large family," it said.
"Again," he said, "I do not understand you." "Patient Hewlitt," it said, "you are not
very well i about Hudlars. I was born and currently remain in female mode, and I
intend to continue in this form until I choose tq mate for the purpose of
procreation rather than pleasure. That is when the gravid female, myself, because
of the physiological necessity for avoiding further sexual contact with nro life-
mate, changes gradually into male mode and, concurs rently, my mate slowly
becomes female. A Hudlar year after parturition, the changes to both are complete,
the offspring requires diminishing attention, and the mother-that-was is ready to
become a father-to-be and the father-that-was has the opportunity of bearing the
next child. The process continues until the desired number of offspring is reached,
usually an even number so that the childbearing is equally divided, after which the
life-mates decide together on which one will remain in male or female mode for
the rest of their lives

"It is a very simple, balanced, and emotionally satisfying arrangement," it went on.
"I am surprised that the other intelligent species have not evolved this system.”

"Yes, Nurse," said Hewlitt

He could think of nothing else to say

CHAPTER 5
Hewlitt had been lying awake or, more accurately, trying hard to stay awake
because of the completely alien and unknown living nightmares sharing the ward
with him as patients and medical staff. But now he was wondering if it was
extreme fatigue that was dulling his emotional reactions and causing him to relax,
because he could not imagine anything more alien than the spaceproof skin, weird
eating habits, and routine sex changes of this friendly monstrosity, and it was no
longer unknown

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now.”

"No," said the Hudlar firmly. "I would advise against that, Patient Hewlitt. The
day staff will be coming on duty in twenty minutes and they will be waking
everyone so that they can be washed before the first meal is served. We have three
other ambulatory patients here, and you may prefer not to share the washroom
facilities with them on your first morning in the ward, so it might be more
comfortable for you if you get in there and finish first.”

"Yes, indeed," said Hewlitt without hesitation. "But tired, Nurse. Can I wash
later?”

"Bearing in mind your uneasiness in the close proximity, of other species," said
the nurse, "I will not accompany you Instead I will remain close by the washroom
in case your personal monitor, which you must not remove while cleansing
yourself, should signal an emergency condition or you request help because of
unfamiliarity with the equipment

"If a very high level of mental and physical fatigue is present," it went on, "you
have the option of taking a blanket bath. This operation would be carried out by
our three junior trainees, a Melfan and two Kelgians, who would be pleased at the
chance to gain more experience in handling and bathing a nontraumatized Earth-
human like yourself. I-know that they are particularly anxious to master the
technique of scraping away the fur bristles that grow overnight on DBDG faces,
and they would be pleased to perform this service for you.”

Before it had finished speaking, Hewlitt had thrown back the covers and swung
his feet onto the floor, where a pair of soft ward shoes were waiting for them.
Then he stood up quickly and said, "I like your first suggestion better, Nurse." The
Hudlar moved aside to allow him to leave

About twenty minutes later he was climbing back into bed, feeling clean and fresh
and less tired, when the ceiling lights brightened to full strength and the day staff
came bustling along the ward. A Kelgian pushing a small trolley loaded with
basins and towels poked its furry head and shoulders between the screens and said,
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"Good morning, Patient Hewlitt. You look clean. Are you?”

"Yes," he said, and it disappeared

A few minutes later he heard two patients approaching and then passing his bed on
their way to the washroom. One seemed to be seemed to be large and heavy and
walking on more than four feet, while the other one moved with an irregular,
tapping sound, * He knew they were patients because one was com-plaining about
being wakened when it had only just suc-eeded in getting to sleep, and the other
was insisting that Leethveeschi was conducting illegal sleep-deprivation research
and it was being brainwashed as well as waiting to have the croamsteti on its kuld
duct replaced. His translator reproduced the original word sounds, so presumably
there was no equivalent part of an Earth-human body. He sympathized with them,
whatever they were, over their missed sleep

He had just settled back in the bed and closed his eyes, and the sounds of the ward
were beginning to fade, when the Kelgian nurse reappeared, this time carrying his
breakfast on a tray. Or maybe it was another Kelgian. As yet he could not tell the
difference between one outsize, furry caterpillar and another, and doubted if he
ever would

"Sit up and eat at the bedside table, Patient Hewlitt," it said. "Your particular
species is subject to digestive upsets with accompanying regurgitation, I have
learned, if gravity is not allowed to aid the movement of food to the stomach

Enjoy." , "I don't want to eat, Nurse," he said, trying hard to control his irritation,
"I want to sleep. Please go away.”

"Eat it, then sleep," said the nurse. "Or try to eat some of it, or Charge Nurse
Leethveeschi will eat me.”

"It would?" said Hewlitt, the return of his earlier fears bringing him fully awake.
In this place it might not be joking

"Of course not," said the nurse. "But only because it is a chlorine-breather and my
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body meat would poison it.”

"All right, I'll try," he said, knowing that way out here in Sector General, as it had
been on the ship, the food would be synthesized. But when he raised the tray cover
to look inside and the odor wafted up, he realized how long it had been since he
had eaten, and added, "It looks and smells very good, Nurse.”

"It is a visually disgusting and nauseating mess," said the nurse, backing hurriedly
through the screens, "and it smells even worse.”

"You don't have much tact, do you, Nurse?" said Hewlitt but its multiple footfalls
were already receding up the ward; Then another voice called out to him from the
bed opposite belonging, he recalled, to a Kelgian patient called Henredth

"What is tact?" it said

Hewlitt ignored the question and tried to close his ears to the other questions that
followed it until he had finished his breakfast, after which his eyes closed by
themselves

He wakened to the sound of quiet, alien voices and the sight of the screen that was
still around his bed, which made him realize where he was. But somehow the
realization was not as terrifying as it had been yesterday and, after a few minutes
listening through his translator, he pressed the button that raised his bed screens

Hewlitt saw at once that the Ian who had been in the bed beside his, Patient
Makolli, had been moved while he had been asleep, because there was an Orligian
lying there now. He recognized the species at once because it was the same as that
of the medical officer on Treevendar, but this specimen seemed much older. The
parts of it that were not hidden by the blankets—its head, arms, and upper
chest—were covered by reddish brown fur that was streaked with grey. It was
wearing a personal monitor like his own as well as a translator, but it took no
notice of him. He was not sure whether it was asleep, anesthetized, or being
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In the bed opposite, Patient Kletilt had moved its viewscreen to what, for a
Melfan, must have been a more convenient position for viewing in bed. Its eyes
were hidden by the back of the set and it did not appear to be interested in
anyrthing or anyone but the program it was watching. Hewlitt had not known that
his set could be swung over the that and he made a mental note to experiment with
it later. In the bed beside Kletilt the Kelgian patient, Henredth, and a nurse
belonging to a species he had never seen before, were talking together, but so
quietly that his translator missed most of what they were saying. Beyond them
there as a huge, elephantlike creature that he recognized as being a Tralthan.
Instead of lying in a bed it stood on its six blocky legs, surrounded by a
complicated framework to which was attached the harness that held it upright. He
remembered reading somewhere that Tralthans did everything including sleeping
on their feet, and even the healthy ones had great difficulty getting up again if they
fell onto their sides

He was still thinking about that and wondering why the creature was in hospital
when Senior Physician Medalont, followed by Charge Nurse Leethveeschi,
emerged from the nurses' station. They skittered and squelched respectively along
the center of the aisle, speaking to nobody and looking only in Hewlitt's direction.
He knew what the doctor's first words would be

"How are we feeling today, Patient Hewlitt?" "Fine," he replied, as it knew he
would. "Patient Hewlitt's monitor readout since its arrival," said Leethveeschi,
"supports its nonclinical and subjective, self-assessment. The patient appears to be
in optimum health.”

"Good," said the senior physician, clicking one of its pincers together in a gesture
that might have signified approval but that looked threatening. "I would like to
have another long talk with you, Patient Hewlitt, this time covering the episode
that resulted in your first admission to an Earth hospital when you . . .”

"But you already have that information," Hewlitt broke in. "It's in my case history,
in much more detail than I could possibly remember now. There is nothing wrong
with me, least not right now. Instead of wasting time talking to me surely you

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could visit patients who are more in need of attention?”

"They received attention," Leethveeschi joined in, "while you were sleeping. Now
it's your turn. But Patient Hewlitt is • right. I have more important things to do
than listen to two healthy beings talking to each other. Do you need me here,
Doctor?”

"Thank you, no, Charge Nurse," Medalont replied. It returned its attention to
Hewlitt and went on, "I am not wast• ing my time talking to you, because I am
hoping that today, or sometime soon, you will tell me something that is not in your
case history, something that will enable me to solve this , clinical conundrum. .. .”

The interrogation resumed at the point where it had' ended the previous day, and it
seemed to last forever. In Hewlitt could have read the other's bony exoskeletal fea-
tures, he felt sure that they would have been registering dis-appointment. But they
were forced to break off when the voice of the charge nurse spoke from his
bedside viewer. Until then he had not known that the device included a
communicator

"Doctor," said Leethveeschi, "the midday meal is due in ' thirty minutes. Will you
be finished with your patient by then?”

"Yes, at least for today," said Medalont. To Hewlitt it went on, "I try to do
something more for our patients than bore them to death with questions. We will
need to make a series of tests, which means me taking samples of your blood for
path lab investigation. Don't worry about it; the process is completely painless.
Please uncover your upper arm.”

"You—you're not supposed to give me anything that might. . ." began Hewlitt

"I know, I know," said the doctor, its rapid, clicking speech sounding more
impatient than usual. "If you remem-ber, it was I who told you that you are to
receive no medication of any kind until we have identified the condition we are
treating, which is why I require a fairly large sample. I am withdrawing blood,
Patient Hewlitt, not injecting medication. You will feel nothing, but if the sight
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distresses you then close your eyes.”

He had never been distressed by the sight of his own blood, at least not in the
number of small quantities that the doctor seemed to consider a large sample.
When it was over, Medalont thanked him and said that it would have to hurry if it
was to make a lunch meeting on time

As the doctor had promised, Hewlitt had not felt a thing, and a small area of
nonsensation persisted inside the fold of his elbow where the samples had been
withdrawn. He relaxed back into the pillows but decided to stay awake until after
lunch by watching and listening to the other patients who were within range of his
translator. Compared to his blind near-panic of yesterday, he was surprised by the
growing curiosity he was feeling about them

Hewlitt did not know how much time went by, because it was too much trouble to
bother lifting his wrist to look at his watch. He continued to feel fine, comfortable,
without pain, and very curious about the thick, grey fog that had drifted into the
ward and was keeping him from seeing the other beds. The sounds of the ward,
too, were fading, but he was able to see and hear the flashing red light and the
strident beeping noises coming from the monitor on his chest, and Charge Nurse
Leethveeschi looming over him and shouting into its communicator

"Bed eighteen, classification DBDG Earth-human. Two-plus minutes into cardiac
and respiratory arrest. Resuscitation team, move!”

Something like a column of oily seaweed projected from Leethveeschi's body and
pushed a bulge in the creature'^ protective envelope to flop onto Hewlitt's chest.
He felt the steady, regular pressure of a heart massage, and the last thing he saw
was the charge nurse leaning closer

No, not mouth-to-mouth, he thought desperately, you 're a bloody chlorine-
breather. . .

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 The sight of the procession that was emerging from the nurses' station brought all
other activity and conversations in the ward to a halt. It was led by Senior
Physician Medalont, followed by Charge Nurse Leethveeschi, his nameless Hudlar
nurse, and a Kelgian and a Nidian intern who were guiding a float containing the
multispecies resuscitation equipment between them, and an Earth-human wearing
a green Monitor Corps uniform who brought up the rear. Inevitably they traveled
the full length of the ward to gather in a semicircle around his bed

Coming close to death five hours earlier had not made him feel any less fearful of
ETs, nor had it improved his disposition one little bit

"What the hell are you going to do to me this time?" he said

"Nothing that I haven't already done," the senior physician replied in a voice that
might have been reassuring to another Melfan. "Do not be concerned; I am simply
withdrawing another blood sample. Please bare your upper arm.”

The Kelgian intern looked at its Nidian colleague, its silvery fur tufting into
spikes. It edged the resuscitation trolley closer and added, "If you do nothing,
Patient Hewlitt, then neither will we.”

One of the things he had learned from his few brief conversations with the Kelgian
patient in the adjoining bed was that members of that species were incapable of
telling a lie. To another Kelgian, the continuous, subtle, and expressive
movements of their silvery fur displayed what they were feeling and thinking from
moment to moment, like a form of visual telepathy, so they did not know or
understand the meaning of the word. They had the same difficulty with concepts
like tact, politeness, diplomacy, and bedside manners

Once again Hewlitt felt the tiny circle of metal pressed against his skin. Medalont
said, "The instrument currently in contact with your arm contains one very fine,
short, recessed needle whose entry you will not feel, and, another that, is longer
and slightly thicker. The first one injects a local anesthetic which desensitizes the
underlying nerve endings, and the second withdraws the blood. Good, here it

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comes. Thank you, Patient Hewlitt. How do you feel?”

"Fine," Hewlitt replied. "How am I supposed to feel?”

Medalont ignored the question and said, "Are you aware of any changes of
sensation, however small, anywhere within your body?”

"No," he said

"Any feeling of discomfort in the chest or arms," it went on, "or difficulty with
breathing? Tingling or loss of sensation in the extremities? Headache?”

"No," said Hewlitt. "There is a numb patch where you took the blood. It feels the
same as last time.”

"If present," said Medalont, "the symptoms would be minor, an early warning of
possible trouble to come. They could be so minor, in fact, that you may be unsure
whether or not you are imagining them.”

"So far as I know," said Hewlitt, making an effort to control his temper, "I have no
minor, imaginary symptoms.”

The Earth-human in the green uniform smiled briefly and resumed doing and
saying nothing

"Have you any nonphysical symptoms?" Medalont persisted. "An anxiety or fear,
perhaps, that could intensify to the point where it might cause stress on the
physical level? I realize that I am moving into Lieutenant Braithwaite's territory,
but...”

"You are," said the uniformed man, speaking for the first time. "But feel free,
everyone else does.”

Before the senior physician could reply, Hewlitt said, "If you mean am I worried
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attack, but I don't think I feel bad enough to frighten myself into another one.”

"Were you feeling frightened before the first one?" asked Medalont

"No, just sleepy and relaxed," said Hewlitt. "But right now I'm scared.”

"We won't allow anything to happen to you this time," said Medalont, "so try not
to worry.”

For what seemed like a very long time there was silence from everyone.
Leethveeschi's body pulsed slowly inside its chlorine envelope, the Hudlar's
speaking membrane remained still, the Kelgian's fur was rippling along its body as
if blown by an unfelt wind while its Nidian partner checked the equipment on the
resuscitation float, and Medalont opened and closed its pincers once every few
seconds like some kind of silent, organic metronome. It was the senior physician
who spoke first

"Charge Nurse, give me your estimate again of the elapsed time between my first
withdrawal of blood sample, the monitor's signaling the patient's distress, and the
sequence of events which followed.”

"Out of consideration for the feelings of the patient," said Leethveeschi, "who
appears to have some understanding of medical nomenclature, it might be better if
that information were withheld.”

"And I," said Medalont, "am hoping that with full information available the patient
may be able to shed some light on its own condition. Go on, Charge Nurse.”

"Approximately twelve and a half minutes after you withdrew the blood sample
and left " said Leethveeschi, in a tone as corrosive as the chlorine it was breathing,
"the patient's monitor signaled an emergency condition. Ten seconds later the life
signs went flat, completely flat, and sensory response and cerebration began the
shutdown characteristic of approaching termination. The nursing staff were
outside the station and busy preparing to serve a meal so I responded, preferring
not to waste an additional few seconds needed to relay the information to another.

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Considering the stability of the patient's condition until then, I suspected that
equipment rather than cardiac failure had occurred. When I reached the patient and
initiated chest massage forty seconds later it had lost consciousness, and it
remained in that condition until the resuscitation team arrived six and one-quarter
minutes later—”

"Are you sure about that, Nurse?" Medalont broke in. "In the excitement could
subjective factors have caused you to exaggerate? Six minutes is not a good
response time.”

"Patient Hewlitt was not responding either," said Leethveeschi, "and I was
watching the clock while I worked. The ward clock is not subject to
exaggeration.”

"The charge nurse is right," said the Nidian medic with a side glance at its partner,
"and so are you, Doctor. Normally it would be considered an inexcusably slow
response time. But we had an accident on the way, a collision with a food delivery
float whose servers moved clear when they saw our flashing lights but left their
vehicle in the middle of the ward. There were no casualties—just a mess of other-
species meals spread all over the ward floor and nearby beds . ..”

"Patient Hewlitt," the Kelgian doctor broke in, "chose an inconvenient time to
arrest.”

"We had to spend a few minutes checking for equipment damage," the Nidian
doctor went on. "A jolt that would restart a Tralthan's heart would cook an Earth-
human's in its own...”

"Yes, yes," said Medalont. "After six-plus minutes you revived the patient. What
degree of mental or verbal confusion did you observe while it was returning to full
consciousness?”

"No, and none," the other replied. "We did not revive the patient; Charge Nurse
Leemveeschi must have done that before we could attach the lines. The patient did
not appear to be confused at all. Its first words were to tell the charge nurse to stop
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hitting it in the chest or it would damage its rib cage. Its words were coherent, well
organized, and distinct, if not very respectful.”

"I'm sorry," said the senior physician. "I had assumed your equipment brought the
patient back. Well done, Charge Nurse. I hope the patient was not too
disrespectful.”

"I have been called worse names," said Leethveeschi, "and I was relieved rather
than insulted by its response.”

"Indeed, yes," said Medalont. To the Kelgian it went on, "Continue, please.”

"When it was clear that Patient Hewlitt was fully conscious," it replied, "we joined
the charge nurse in asking it questions aimed at discovering whether or not there
had been a loss of cerebration. We were still doing that when you returned to ask it
more of the same questions. The rest you know.”

"Yes," said the senior physician. "And after two hours of questioning there was no
detectable memory or speech dysfunction or loss of physical coordination. Patient
Hewlitt's monitor registered optimum levels on all life signs, just as it, is doing
now.”

"But now," Leethveeschi said, with a wet, floppy gesture toward the ward clock,
"it is four and a half minutes beyond the time that elapsed between the original
blood withdrawal and the onset of the first cardiac episode.”

While the medics were talking, Hewlitt had been trying to think of a way of both
apologizing to the charge nurse and thanking it for saving his life, but the meaning
of what the loathsome creature had just said drove all thoughts of grati tude from
his mind

"What's going on here?" he burst out. "Are you just standing around waiting for
me to have another bloody heart attack? Or are you disappointed it didn't happen?”

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moved a tentacle toward him and low ered it again. Then the Medalont said, "We
are not disappointed, Patient Hewlitt, but otherwise your assessment of the
situation is accurate. The first cardiac incident had to be caused by something, and
there was a possibility, admittedly a very slim one, that my extraction of the blood
specimen was responsible. Although you were not to receive any medication, I
overlooked the fact that a trace quantity of local anesthetic is injected routinely
prior to blood withdrawal so as to render the procedure pain-free. The timing and
circumstances have now been reproduced, so far without results, which means that
we must look elsewhere for the cause. Unless . . . Your facial skin coloration is
darkening, Patient Hewlitt. How do you feel now?”

/ feel like strangling you, he thought. Aloud, he said, "Fine, Doctor.”

"The monitor confirms," said Leethveeschi

"In that case," said Medalont, looking at the others in turn, "you will maintain
monitor surveilance, station a resuscitation team within a two-minute response
distance, and allow the patient to compose itself before lunch. Never fear, Patient
Hewlitt, we will find out and cure whatever it is that is troubling you. But for the
present we will leave you alone.”

"Not entirely alone," said Braithwaite. "I would like to have a few words with
him.”

"As you wish, Lieutenant," said the senior physician as it and the other two
doctors withdrew. Leethveeschi and the Hudlar nurse held back

"You are not to do anything that will disturb my patient," said the Illensan in its
most authoritative charge-nurse voice. "Nor will you ask or say anything that is
likely to precipitate another medical emergency.”

Lieutenant Braithwaite looked from the irate chlorine-breather to the hulking,
massively strong body of the Hudlar and back again. "Nurses," he said, smiling, "I
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When they were alone he sat down on the edge of Hewlitt's bed and said, "I'm
Braithwaite, Other-Species Psychology Department. It makes a nice change to talk
to someone who has the right number of limbs and things,”

Hewlitt still felt like strangling or at least verbally assaulting someone, but this
Braithwaite character had not said or done anything to make himself a candidate.
Not yet, Instead he looked along the ward in the direction of the nurses' station and
the figure of Leethveeschi and ignored the psychologist

"What are you thinking about?" Braithwaite said when the silence began to drag.
He smiled and added, "Is that the kind of question you are expecting me to ask?”

"You didn't call me Patient Hewlitt like the others," he replied, turning to face the
psychologist. "Was that intentional, or because you don't think there is anything
wrong with me so Pm not a real patient? Or did you forget my name?”

"You need not call me Lieutenant or Braithwaite," said the other, and the silence
returned

Finally Hewlitt said, "All right, I'll answer your question. I am thinking about that
ghastly charge nurse, and wondering how I can say that I'm sorry for misjudging it
and thank it for saving my life.”

Braithwaite nodded. "I'd say that you have the words about right, and all you have
to do is say them to Leethveeschi rather than me.”

For some reason Hewlitt was finding it difficult to maintain his anger toward this
man. He said, "You are here to tell me, or to try to convince me, that my problems
are all in my mind. This has happened to me many times, man and boy, so let's not
waste our time being friendly. Yes?”

"No," said Braithwaite firmly. "I intend to waste time being friendly.”

The lieutenant changed his position on the side of the bed, moving so close that he
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could feel the other's breath on his face as he said, "Do you mind me sitting here?
Would you prefer me to move back, or stand?”

"It's the extraterrestrials I worry about when they come too close," he replied. "Just
don't sit on my legs.”

Braithwaite nodded. The polite and seemingly innocent question-and-answer had
established the fact that he was not emotionally distressed by the close proximity
of another human being, which was a useful psychological datum that eliminated
one potential area of trouble. From long experience Hewlitt knew what the other
was doing, and the lieutenant was probably intelligent enough to know that
Hewlitt knew

"We both know that yours is not a simple case," Braithwaite went on, with a
glance toward his monitor. "You appear to be completely healthy, while suffering
from an intermittent and nonspecific condition which, if the recent cardiac arrest
was a symptom, is life-threatening. We also know that a serious problem in the
body can have a proportionate effect on the mind, and vice versa, even when there
appears, as now, to be no 'apparent connection between the two. I would like to
find and identify that connection, but only if there is one.”

He waited until Hewlitt gave a wary nod, then continued, "Normally a patient is
admitted to this hospital because he, she, or it is sick or injured. The problem and
clinical solution are usually obvious from the start, and the medics can use the
facilities of the Federation's leading hospital to treat or remove or repair the
condition and, in most cases, to send the patient home good as new. But when the
problem has or appears to have a psychological component. . .”

"You use your tongue," Hewlitt finished for him

"My ears, mostly," said Braithwaite, ignoring the sarcasm. "Very soon, I hope,
you will be doing all the talking. You should begin by describing any unusual
events or circumstances that you can remember prior to the first onset of
symptoms. Tell me what you as a child were thinking about the situation at the
time, not what your doctors and relatives thought later. Go ahead, you talk and I'll
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listen.”

"You want me to tell you all about the times when I wasn 't sick?" said Hewlitt.
He inclined his head in the direction of the diet kitchen, where the ward serving
floats loaded with meal trays were emerging, and added, "But there isn't enough . .
. It's lunchtime.”

Braithwaite sighed and said, "I would like to finish this talk with you as soon as
possible, in case Medalont, who has the rank, thinks of doing something more
urgent and positive for you. Would you do me a favor by ordering a meal for me?
Nothing special, whatever they are giving you will do nicely.”

"But you're not a patient," said Hewlitt. "Yesterday I heard Leethveeschi telling an
intern not to be a lazy scras-sug, whatever that is, and to go to the staff dining hall
instead of sneaking food from the ward kitchen. I don't think the charge nurse will
allow it.”

"The charge nurse will allow it," said the lieutenant, "if you ask to speak to it
about a personal matter which you feel is important. After the medical melodrama
of five hours ago it will not want to risk a refusal. When it comes, say what you
told me you wanted to say to it, that you are sorry for misjudging its actions and
are grateful for it saving your life. Then you can say that you feel our talk could be
important to your case, and would it be possible for it to order up another DBDG
meal for me so that the conversation can continue without interruption

"Illensans receive a lot of professional compliments from the staff," Braithwaite
went on, "because they are very good at what they do. But not from the patients,
who are rarely here long enough to appreciate their good points. It comes of being
the only chlorine-breathing, as well as the ugliest, species in the Federation. But if
you do as I say, it will be too surprised and pleased to refuse you anything.”

Hewlitt was silent for a moment; then he said, "Lieutenant, you are a selfish,
devious, calculating son of a ... of a scrassug.”


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"Of course," said Braithwaite. "I'm a psychologist.”

He was beginning to sweat at the idea of actually calling the loathsome
Leethveeschi to his bedside. He said, "I was thinking of saying those things to it,
but later," he said. "I need more time to work up the nerve.”

Braithwaite smiled and pointed at the communicator

CHAPTER 7
 The first and best-remembered early unusual incident had 1 happened when he
was a few days past his fourth birthday. His parents had been working at their
separate home terminals, safe in the knowledge that they would be free from
interruptions, because each was sure that the other was watching out for him, and
doubly sure in that he was unable to leave his room without being seen

Normally there would not have been a problem, because he would have been busy
at his own, scaled-down terminal with its garish paint job and the extra flashing
lights, playing with the latest educational adventure game that had been his
birthday present. But that day he was feeling restless and bored because the
educational content of the game getting in the way of the adventures, and the
room's high, open window was offering the promise of more enjoyable things to
do in the garden

His parents had made two further wrong assumptions: that he would not climb out
of the window because he had never done so before; and that their garden, when
eventually he grew bored with it, too, had a childproof fence

Beyond the garden fence the world was a very exciting and, although he did not
know it at the time, a dangerous place. The whole area had been devastated by a
major battle in the civil war that had resulted when the planetary population had
risen to overthrow an interstellar government that had fought and lost an
interstellar war that the deliberately misguided population had never wanted, even
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ruined houses had been repaired and occupied by off-planet advisors and
reconstruction specialists like his parents after the area had been sensor-scanned
and any live ordnance or vehicle power packs removed. The broken and rusting
remains had been left where they were. Like the ruined houses, they were being
overrun by the wild vegetation that was the ultimate winner of every battle and, on
this occasion, by one small boy

He waded through the long grass that seemed to be everywhere, and wandered
happily between the trees and bushes, climbed over broken sections of road
paving, and explored one of the ruined buildings. Inside were small, furry animals
that ran away from him, and one with a long, thick tail that climbed into the roof
beams and scolded him until he went away. He was careful to avoid the occupied
houses, because they might not contain people like himself. On the single occasion
that his parents had taken him for a walk beyond the garden, they had told him that
there were other-species families in the neighborhood, and that while they would
not deliberately harm him, their young could do unpredictable and possibly
dangerous things while playing with other-species children

There had been no need to remind him of the time when he was learning to swim
in the communal pool and a Melfan Kid of his own age, thinking that he was an
amphibian too, had pulled him to the bottom to play. Since then he had been
scared of extraterrestrials, regardless of their shape, size, or age, and tried not to
go anywhere near them

But there were much better places to explore than other people's gardens, which
might have nasty, other-species kids playing in them. Everywhere he looked there
were the scattered shapes of armored vehicles showing dark rust-red amid the
sunlit greenery. Some of them looked as if they were not broken and were ready to
move any minute; others were lying on their sides, and one had been knocked
upside down. Most of them had their doors hanging open, and a few had holes in
them that were bigger than the doors, but the edges were sharp and tore his shirt
when he tried to crawl inside. He found one that had a gun barrel hanging low
enough for him to swing on it. One of its tracks had come off and was lying along
the ground like a narrow, rusting carpet with grass and flowers pushing through it.

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Small animals were hiding in some of the vehicles, but they ran away whenever he
climbed in. One of them was filled with the sound of insects, and he knew that he
might be stung if he tried to explore that one

Then he found one that had no insects or animals inside, and with enough sunlight
shining through the open hatches to show a bucket seat facing the vehicle's control
console and screens. The seat was soft and dirty and so big that he had to sit on the
edge to reach the control keys. Everything was rusty except for the plastic bits,
which were covered with thick, sticky dust. He had to rub the keys with his fingers
to see what color they were. Neither the dust nor the rust, which was all over his
shirt and trousers by then, nor the dead master screen facing him, made any
difference to the battles he was fighting

This had been a real fighting machine with a real soldier in it, and in his
imagination the screen was filled with bright images of enemy tanks and aircraft
that exploded even more brightly as soon as they attacked him, because his was a
very special, secret tank and he was invincible. He had heard his father and mother
talking about the times when such battles had really happened, but they never
thought them exciting or interesting and they acted as if everyone concerned in
them were sick or something

But now he was shooting at anything he wanted to imagine—dive bombers,
attacking spaceships, horrible other-species soldiers coming at him through the
trees—and shouting out loud with excitement when he blew them out of the sky or
wiped them out as he always did at the last moment. His parents were not there to
stop him yelling, or to remind him that the pretend targets he was shooting down
had imaginary people inside them, and that it did not matter what kind of horrible
monsters he was pretending to shoot at because they were still people

Some of their other-species neighbors really were horrible monsters, at least to
him, and if any of them had visited the house and found him shooting down things
that looked like the visitors, his parents had said, they might take offense and
consider the whole Hewlitt family to be less than civilized and not call again. Big
people never seemed to have any fun

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Gradually he was running out of imaginary enemies to destroy. The sun was no
longer shining into the vehicle, and the rusty metal looked almost black instead of
red. It was silly, but he started thinking about the being who had driven the tank,
and what would happen to him if it came back and found him playing inside. He
climbed out so quickly that he tore his trousers again

The sun had gone down below the trees, but the sky was blue and clear and there
was still plenty of light. He could not see anything nearby that he wanted to
explore, and he was beginning to feel hungry. It was time to go home, sneak hack
through the window, and ask his mother for something to eat. But he could see
nothing but trees and long grass in every direction

When he climbed onto the top of the largest vehicle he could find, the view was
better. Not far away there was a tall tree standing on the edge of a deep ravine. It
had lots of thick, twisting, leafy branches growing close to the ground and nearly
all the way to the top, where there was a cluster of bare, thinner branches with
fruit hanging from them. From the top he should be able to see his house

It was another adventure, he told himself as he began to climb, but this time it was
real instead of a pretend one. He was not feeling scared, just hungry and all alone,
and he wanted to see where his house was so that he could return and eat and end
this game. As he climbed higher he could look down through the branches onto
the floor of the ravine, where there were more rusting shapes, including a fat,
round one directly below him. Then he climbed up into sunlight and was dazzled
so that the inside of the ravine became dark and blurred

Still he could not see any houses, because smaller trees instead of long grass were
in the way, so he climbed higher. Then two things happened at once: he reached
the top of the tree where the clusters of fruit were and he saw his house. The house
was closer than he had expected, .and between him and it there was a signpost in
the shape of a small tree with funny branches on it. But his arms and legs were
very tired, he felt hot and thirsty as well as hungry, and the clusters of fruit were
hanging just above him, bobbing gently in the wind that was beginning to blow
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At the end of a great adventure, he thought, there should be a reward. The fruit had
to be it

The branch he was sitting on was thick and strong, and one of its twists took it
within reach of a fruit cluster. No longer feeling tired, he crawled along it,
gripping the growing from it to hold himself steady. The sun was beginning to go
down behind the trees, and below him the lower branches were getting harder to
see and the ravine was just a dark green blur. He stopped looking down, because
the cluster of fruit above him was almost touching his head

When he tried to pull off the first one, it squashed in his hand. With the second
one he was more careful and it came away in one piece

It looked like a big pear, but none of the pears he had seen in the Earth vegetation
tapes had dark green-and-yellow stripes running vertically from the stem to the
heavy end. He already knew from the way the first one had squashed that it was
full of juice, and this one was so heavy and squishy that it felt like a small balloon
filled with water. The juice that had spilled over his hand was drying already and
was making it feel nice and cool. He watched the last damp patch on his wrist
steaming as it dried off

He still felt hungry and wanted to eat something solid, but he was hot as well after
his climb and a drink of cold juice-would be nice, too, so he held on to the branch
with only his legs and took the fruit in both cupped hands

The juice had a funny taste, not nice but not nasty, either. Not wanting to make a
mess, he bit out a tiny hole with his teeth and sucked the fruit empty. When he
used his fingers to widen the hole, the skin split open along one of the green-and-
yellow lines and he discovered that it was not empty. As well as the juice there
was a soft, yellow spongy mass with black seeds in the center. He spat out the
seeds because they burned his tongue, and the rest of it had the same taste as the
juice but it helped fill his stomach better

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up his mind about eating another one, he felt a pain in his stomach that came and
went and grew steadily worse every time

For the first time since leaving the house he felt scared and wanted to go home. He
began bumping himself backward along the branch toward the main trunk, where
he could climb down again, but the stomach pains were so bad that they made him
yell out loud, and tears were making it hard for him to see what he was doing.
Then one very bad nain made him grab his stomach with both hands, and he felt
himself falling sideways. For a moment he hung upside down with his legs still
wrapped tightly around the branch, but when he tried to pull himself upright again
the pains got so bad that he could think about nothing else. He felt himself falling

He saw sunlit leaves whipping past him, then others that were in shadow, and felt
branches hitting his back, arms, and legs; then it was dark for a moment and
nothing was hitting him. He knew where he was when he hit the steep slope of the
ravine and began rolling to the bottom, then all at once his arms, legs, and back
were feeling as sore as his stomach. The side of his head and body hit something
that broke under his weight, and the pain in his stomach and everything else faded
away

He wakened to the sound of many voices, two of them belonging to his parents,
and with a spotlight shining down onto the floor of the ravine around him. In the
beam he could see an adult wearing Monitor Corps uniform and an anti-gravity
belt floating down to him. His parents and some other-species people were
scrambling down the slopes using their hands, feet, or whatever. The monitor
landed beside him and knelt down

"So you're awake, young man," he said. "What have you been doing to yourself.
But first, where does it hurt?”

"It doesn't hurt now," he replied, pushing a hand against his stomach and then
feeling the side of his head. "It doesn't hurt anywhere.”

"Good," said the man. From a satchel hanging from his shoulder he produced a flat
instrument with a tiny lighted ' screen on one side and began moving it slowly
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across the surface of Hewlitt's head, limbs, and body

"I ate some fruit from that tree up there," he went on. "It 1 gave me a bad tummy
ache and I fell off.”

"That is a very tall tree," said the other, in the same tone of voice Hewlitt's father
used when he thought he was being told a very tall story. "Put your hand down
again and don't a move until I've finished scanning you. Did you fall asleep at any
time since the fall?”

"Yes," he replied, "but I don't know how long. The sun I was going down when I
fell. You woke me up.”

"Out for four, maybe five hours," said the man in a quiet, j worried voice. "When I
help you to sit up, tell me if anything hurts, right? I want to do a head scan.”

This time the scanner was moved very slowly over the | front, top, and sides of his
head and down to the back of his neck; then the monitor put the instrument back in
his satchel and stood up. Before he could speak, Hewlitt's parents arrived. His
mother knelt down and grabbed him so tightly in both arms that he could hardly
breathe, and she cried while his dad asked questions

"He is a very fortunate young man," he heard the medic 1 say in a quiet voice. "As
you can see, his clothes are cut to. ribbons, probably from playing among the war
relics and from a long slide down into the ravine, but there isn't a I scratch on him.
He told me that he had eaten some fruit from 1 that Pessinith tree up there. He
says it gave him stomach cramps and that he fell from it and has been unconscious
I since before sunset. Now it isn't my job to argue with an 1 overimaginative child,
but look at the facts. The stomach dis-order hasdisappeared; a fall from the top of
that tree should . have resulted in cuts, abrasions, fractures, and concussion but his
skin isn't even broken. A four-hour period of unconsciousness should be
accompanied by some form ot traumatic wounding that I could not have missed

"From the state of his clothing," the monitor went on, "I would guess that he

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overtired himself playing among the wreckage, and when he climbed down here
he simply fell asleep. The stomach ache and his alleged fall could be an appeal for
sympathy and an attempt to divert parental wrath:”

His mother had stopped crying and was asking him if he was really all right, but
between her words he could hear his father saying that the wrath would be
minimal because they were so glad to find him safe and sound

"Children wander off and get lost sometimes," said the monitor, "and sometimes it
doesn't end so well. We'll give him a ride home in our gravity sled, but only
because he may still be overtired. I'll call in and check on him again tomorrow,
although it really isn't necessary—he is in fine shape. You have a very healthy
young man there, and there isn't a thing wrong with him.. . .”

The warm feeling of his mother's arms around him and the sight of the floodlit
ravine and the overtalkative monitor medic faded, to be replaced by the familiar
surroundings of Ward Seven and another monitor officer who was watching him
and saying nothing

CHAPTER 8
 He thought I was lying," said Hewlitt, trying to hide his anger. "So did my
parents, the few times I tried to tell them about it, and so do you.”

Lieutenant Braithwaite studied him in silence for a moment before he said, "The
way you have just told it, I can understand why. He had good medical and
anatomical rea-sons for thinking you were lying and, because most people trust the
members of the medical profession, your parents believed him rather than their,
well, imaginative four-year-old son. I don't know what or who to believe, because
I wasn't there and the truth can be a very subjective thing. I believe that you
believe you are telling the truth, but that is not the same as me believing you are a
liar.”

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come straight out and.say it?" ' Braithwaite ignored the question and said, "Did
you tell your other doctors about the ravine incident?”

"Yes," he replied, "but I stopped doing so. None of them were interested in
hearing about my lucky escapes. The psychologists thought that it was all my
imagination, just like you.”

"I suppose," said Braithwaite, smiling, "they asked you whether or not you
disliked your parents, and if so, how much? Sorry, but I have to ask, too.”

"You suppose right," said Hewlitt, "and you're wasting your time. Sure there were
times when I disliked my parents, when they didn't do or give me what I wanted or
they were too busy to play with me and made me work on school stuff instead.
This didn't happen very often, only when something urgent came up and they were
both busy. They were attached to the cultural-contact department in the nearby
base, and both of them were in the Monitor Corps but didn't wear the uniform
often because they worked mostly from home. But I wasn't neglected. My mother
was nice and could be coaxed into doing things for me, and my father was harder
to fool but was more fun. One or the other was usually at home, and they spent
plenty of time with me once I'd done the school-work. But I always wanted more
time with them. Maybe that was because I knew, somehow, that I was going to
lose them and there wasn't much time left. I really missed them. I still do

"Anyway," he went on, shaking his head in a vain attempt to lose those memories,
"your psychological colleagues decided that I had been behaving like a selfish,
scheming, and normal four-year-old.”

Braithwaite nodded and said, "The psychological trauma of losing both parents at
the age of four can have long-lasting emotional effects. They were killed in a flyer
crash and you survived it. How much can you remember about the accident, and
your feelings about it then and now?”

"I can remember everything," he replied, wishing that the other would change to a
less painful subject. "At the time I didn't know what was happening, but I found
out later that we were flying over a forested area on the way to"' a weeklong
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conference in a city on the other side of Etla when there was a major malfunction.
We .were using the small aircraft flight level, five thousand feet, and there must
have been a few minutes before we hit the trees. My mother climbed into the
backseat where I was strapped and wrapped herself around me while my father
tried to regain control. We hit hard and tree branches pushed through the floor and
one side of the fuselage and I passed out. When they found us next day my parents
were dead and I was completely unhurt.”

"You were very lucky," said the psychologist quietly. "That is, if a kid who had
just lost both parents could be con--sidered lucky.”

Hewlitt did not reply, and after a moment Braithwaite went on, "Let's go back to
the tree you climbed, or believed that you climbed, and the fruit you are supposed
to have eaten that gave you the severe stomach cramps. Was there ever a
recurrence of those symptoms later, before or after the flyer accident?”

"Why should I tell you," said Hewlitt, "when you are thinking that I imagined
everything?”

"If it is any consolation to you," said Braithwaite, "I haven't decided what to
think.”

"All right, then," Hewlitt said, feeling that this was going to be another waste of
time. "For the first few days after I fell into the ravine I felt nauseated every time I
ate something, but not badly enough to upchuck, and after that with reducing
frequency until it went away altogether. It came back for a short time after I
moved to my grandparents' place on Earth, but I suppose that could have been due
to the change of food and cooking. On Etla and on Earth, no medical cause could
be found for these mild attacks of nausea, and I first began to hear the phrase 'the
condition has a psychological component.' It hadn't happened for years until I
tasted my first synthesized meal on Treevendar, and then it was mild and
happened only once. Obviously it was my imagination.”

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was your imagination, or would you rather not be sure? Think very carefully
before you answer.”

"If I'm imagining things," said Hewlitt sharply, "I don't want to be the only one
who doesn't know it.”

"Fair enough," Braithwaite replied. "How well do you remember that tree you say
you climbed on Etla, and the appearance of the fruit you may have eaten?”

"Well enough to draw a picture of it," said Hewlitt, "if I could draw. Do you want
me to try?”

"No," the psychologist replied. He leaned sideways until he could reach the
communicator keyboard with one hand and tapped briefly. When the screen lit up
with the Sector General emblem, he said, "Library, nonmedical, vocal input, visual
and translated vocal output, subject former Etlan Empire, planet Etla the Sick.”

"Please wait," said the cool, impersonal voice of the library computer

Surprised, Hewlitt said, "I didn't know I could get the library on that thing, just the
nurses' station and the so-called entertainment channels.”

"Without the correct access codes, you can't," said Braithwaite. "But if you ever
feel so bored that you want to browse, I could probably get you authorization. You
won't be given the codes for the medical library, though. When a case is thought to
include a degree of hypochondria, the patient concerned should not be allowed
Access to a virtually unlimited number of symptoms.”

Hewlitt laughed suddenly in spite of himself and said, "I can understand why.”

Before Braithwaite could respond, the library voice said, "Caution. The Etla data
is accurate but not yet complete.' Following the large-scale police action taken
against the then-Etlan Empire by the Monitor Corps, and the subsequent
acceptance of its planets as members of the Galactic' Federation twenty-seven
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Records 1 has been given a low order of priority owing to an intervening period of
social unrest. The current situation is stable, the native intelligent life-form is
physiological classification DBDG and nonhostile, and visits by other Federation
citizens are encouraged. Please state your area of interest.”

A large-scale police action, Hewlitt thought. There had been a savage and
mercifully short interstellar war fought between the Etlan Empire and the
Federation, brought about by the need of the ruling group to maintain itself in
power while diverting the attention of its citizens from its own shortcomings. But
the function of the Monitor Corps was to maintain the Federation's peace and not
fight wars, so the response to the Etlan invasion of a whole galactic sector was a
police action rather than a war. The fact that peace and stability had returned to the
Etlan worlds meant that the Federation had won it

"Etlan native flora," said Braithwaite, interrupting Hewlitt's cynical train of
thought. "Specifically, a listing of all large fruit-bearing trees, ten meters tall or
higher, found in the south temperate zone. Display for twenty seconds' duration
unless requested otherwise.”

For some reason Hewlitt was beginning to feel uneasy. He looked at Braithwaite
and opened his mouth to speak, but the lieutenant shook his head, pointed at the
viewscreen, and said, "You described your tree as being very tall, but it may have
looked tall because at the time you were a very small child. I thought it better to
start with ten meters.”

It was like one of his childhood botany lessons, Hewlitt thought, a steady
succession of tree pictures which in the present situation he found anything but
boring. Most of them were strange to him, both in shape and foliage and in the
fruit they bore, while others resembled the large bushes he had seen growing
outside the garden fence. But one of them. .

"That's it!" he said

"Hold: replay and expand data on the Pessinith tree," said Braithwaite into the
communicator. Then he said to Hewlitt, "It certainly looks like the tree you
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described: thick, twisted branches, with four thinner ones without bark at the top
bearing the fruit clusters. And the color of the foliage is right for late summer
when you climbed it. Library, run and repeat close-ups of the fruit showing
seasonal growth and color changes.”

For several minutes he watched while the screen showed the fruit going through
its cycle of green bud to small, dark brown sphere to the fully ripe, green-and-
yellow-striped pear shape. It was so familiar that he had a twinge of remembered
stomach cramps, and the feeling was so strong that he missed hearing the library
computer's boring recitation of the relevant nonvisual information

"That is it," he said again. "Definitely. Now do you believe me?”

"Well," said Braithwaite, shaking his head in a way that suggested confusion as
much as negation, "I now have another reason why that monitor medic didn't
believe you. And you haven't been listening. That tree doesn't reach the fruit-
bearing stage until it is fifteen to twenty meters tall, and the fruit hangs from the
topmost branches. If the tree was overhanging a ravine, and you fell from the top,
you should have broken your stupid little four-year-old neck. Instead you escaped
without a scratch

"I suppose it is possible that intervening branches slowed your fall," he went on,
"or you fell into a thick bush before hitting the side of the ravine and rolling down.
Stranger accidents have happened before now, and it would explain why you, an
intelligent and seemingly well balanced person, are sticking to this incredible
story. But that isn't all you say you did. Don't talk, Patient Hewlitt, just listen.”

In the silence the calm, impersonal voice of the library computer sounded clear
and almost loud

". . . While the fruit is ripening," it was saying, "the" spongy internal mass absorbs
all of the juice and grows to fill the striped envelope which, before parturition,
becomes tough and flexible. When the semiliquid, sponged-filled fruit strikes the
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indicate an underlying soil type suitable for germination, whereupon the area of
skin in contact with the ground decomposes, enabling the sponge to release its
liquid content and seeds into the soil and begin its own slower process of
decomposition. This has a twofold purpose, in that the rotting spongy material
promotes initial growth in the seeds, while the juice permeates the surrounding
soil and inhibits or kills off competing growths

"Warning," it went on. "The fruit of the Pessinith tree is highly toxic to all known
warm-blooded oxygen-breathing physiological classifications as well as the native
Etlan life-forms of all species. It has been investigated for possible medicinal use
in trace quantities without success. Two cubic centimeters of the juice ingested by
an entity of average body mass, such as an adult Orligian, Kelgian, or Earth-
human, causes a rapid loss of consciousness and termination within one standard
hour, and three cubic centimeters would have the same effect on a Hudlar or
Tralthan. The effect is irreversible and there is no known antidote. . . .”

"Thank you, Library," said Braithwaite. His voice was calm, his face
expressionless, but he hit the communicator's cutoff key so hard that it might have
been a mortal enemy. For a long moment the lieutenant stared at him without
blinking. Hewlitt told himself that it was going to happen again, that another
medical person was about to tell him that he had imagined everything. But when
the psychologist spoke there was curiosity rather than disbelief in his voice

"A few drops of Pessinith fruit juice will kill a fully-grown man," he said calmly,
"and you were a four-year-old child who sucked dry the contents of a whole fruit.
Can you explain that, Patient Hewlitt?”

"You know I can't.”

"Neither can I," said the lieutenant

Hewlitt took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he trusted himself to speak.
He said, "I have been talking to you for over four hours, Lieutenant. Surely that is
long enough for you to establish whether or not I am a hypochondriac. Tell
me—and be truthful, not polite.”
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"I'll try to be both," said the psychologist. He sighed, then went on, "You are not a
simple case. There are episodes in your childhood that could have led to severe
emotional disturbance in later life, but so far Ihave found nothing to indicate that
any lasting psychological damage was done. Your personality is well integrated,
your intelligence is above average, and you appear to be coming to terms with
your initial xenophobia. Apart from being hypersensitive and constantly on the
defensive because up to now nobody has believed that there is anything wrong
with you . ..”

"Up to now?" Hewlitt broke in. "Does that mean you are beginning to believe
me?”

Braithwaite ignored the question and went on, "Your behavior is not characteristic
of a hypochondriac who, as we know, produces imaginary medical symptoms for
psychological reasons, such as a need to attract attention or gain sympathy, or to
escape some deeply concealed, nonphysical problem or event that the
hypochondriac refuses to face and where illness is the only perceived defense. If
the latter, and ' you were able to hide it from yourself for most of your life, and
from me during a four-hour interview, then it must be something pretty terrible
that you have made yourself forget. But I cannot believe that you are hiding
anything like that from me. But neither can I believe that you ate Pessinith fruit or
fell from that tree. That escape was not just incredibly lucky, it was downright
miraculous!”

Braithwaite stared at him without blinking for what seemed a long time. Then he
said, "The medical profession is not comfortable with miraculous occurrences, and
neither . am I. That is Lioren's area of expertise. But even the Padre is unhappy
with them, because it believes that the advances in medicinal science have
rendered them obsolete. Do you believe in miracles?”

"No," said Hewlitt firmly. "I have never been a believer in anything.”

"Right," said Braithwaite. "At least that gets one non-physical factor out of the

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way. But there is another that we should eliminate as well specifically your early
xenophobia. That may have been caused by an incident involving an off-worlder
so frightening that you now refuse to remember it. I would like to conduct a test.”

"Can I refuse to take it?" said Hewlitt

"You must understand," said Braithwaite, again ignoring his question, "that this is
not a psychiatric hospital. My department is responsible for maintaining the
mental health of a staff comprising sixty-odd different life-forms, and keeping that
bunch happy and out of each other's hair, or whatever, is more than enough for us.
The test will help me to decide whether to hand you back to Medalont for further
medical investigation or recommend your transfer to a planetary psychiatric
facility.”

Hewlitt felt the old anger and embarrassment and despair welling up in him again.
From the Galactic Federation's leading hospital he had expected something better.
Bitterly, he said, "What are you going to do to me?”

"I can't tell you," said Braithwaite, smiling again. "It will be uncomfortable for
you, not life-threatening but with a high level of stress, and I'll try not to allow
things to get out of control.”

CHAPTER 9
A nightmare, Hewlitt told himself as he fought a sudden urge to hide his head
under the blanket, was a nonphys-ical event from which he could expect to wake
up. His problem was that he was not asleep

There were fifteen of them walking and tapping and slithering in procession down
the ward and, he knew with a dreadful inevitability, they were heading for his
bedside. Three members of the group were familiar, he saw as they halted in a
semicircle around him: his Hudlar nurse, Lieutenant Braithwaite, and Senior
Physician Medalont. The nurse's speaking membrane remained still, the
psychologist smiled in silent reassurance, and everyone else joined in maintaining

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the silence until Medalont broke it

"As you may already know, Patient Hewlitt," said the senior physician, "Sector
General is a teaching hospital. This means that at any given time a proportion of
its medical staff is composed of trainees who hope one day to qualify as
multispecies doctors and nurses who may choose to practice here, or as medical
officers attached to one of the Federation's space construction projects. Long
before that stage is reached the trainees must gain basic experience of other-
species' physiology, which is where you come in. You are not obliged to submit to
physical examination by trainees, but most of our patients do so willingly because
they know that we have their best interests at heart.”

Hewlitt forced himself to look at the trainees one by one. He identified two
Kelgians, another Melfan, who differed from Medalont only in the markings on its
carapace, three Nidians, and a six-legged elephantine Tralthan similar to one of
the patients in the ward, but the rest of them were strange and therefore
frightening. He wanted to shake his head but it would not move and his mouth was
too dry to say "No.”

"To be accepted for training here," the senior physician went on, "the entities
around you must first have demonstrated a particular aptitude for advanced
surgical and medical work and possess wide experience in their former planetary
hospitals. I mention this so that you will know that they are not complete medical
idiots in spite of what some of their tutors may, say about them.”

A quiet cacophony of alien sounds that did not translate emanated from the
members of the group. Probably, Hewlitt thought, it was a dutiful response to their
superior's little joke

Medalont ignored them and said, "You have already been examined and had
physical contact with your other-species nurse and myself without any
accompanying physical discomfort. I can further assure you that if any of the
trainees do or say anything to cause you distress, I shall have very harsh words to
say to them afterward. May we proceed, Patient Hewlitt?”

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They were all staring at him with far too many eyes

Braithwaite and the nurse moved closer. The lieutenant was frowning and smiling
at the same time in a strange expression that combined worry with reassurance,
Hewlitt thought, and all the other expressions were unreadable. He opened his
mouth, but the sound that came out was not even translatable by himself. "Thank
you," said Medalont; then, to the others, "Well, who wants first crack?”

Inevitably it was the biggest one present, the Tralthan, who lumbered forward to
stand by his bedside. One of the eyes projecting from its domelike, immobile head
curved down to regard his face; another was directed at Medalont and the other
two somewhere behind it. Two of the four tentacles growing from its massive
shoulders were lowered to within a few inches of his chest, one of them holding a
scanner, and he did not know where the surprisingly quiet voice was coming from
when it spoke

"Please do not be alarmed, Patient Hewlitt," it said as he tried vainly to burrow
backward into his bed. "The examination will be verbal or physically noninvasive,
unless my questions should invade your privacy, in which case I shall not expect
an answer. My intended specialty is other-species intercranial surgery, so I shall
be concentrating the scanner examination in that area. I would like to begin at the
rear base of the cranium where the nerve trunks enter the upper vertebrae

"Could you please sit up," it went on, "and rest the front of your head on the joints
midway along your ambulatory appendages? I think the nonmedical words for
them is knees. Is this so?”

"Yes," said Hewlitt and Medalont together

"Thank you," it said. With one eye still fixed on the senior physician it continued,
"The Earth-human DBDG classification is fortunate in that the length of the nerve
connections between the visual aural, olfactory, and tactual sensors and the brain
proper are shorter than in the majority of other intelligent life-forms, including my
own, and the advantage in reaction times during the pre-sapient stage of their

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evolution undoubtedly led to species dominance. But the cranial contents are
densely packed so that the charting of neural pathways is difficult, and precise
work is required if a surgical intervention becomes necessary. When you open and
close your upper and lower mandibles, Patient Hewlitt, is there subjective
evidence of compression effects on the brain stem?”

"No," said Hewlitt and the senior physician together. Medalont gave the
impression that it considered the question a stupid one, and added, "Enough.
Who's next?”

The creature who came forward had a narrow, tubular body covered by brown and
yellow stripes and supported by six long, very thin limbs. Two sets of wings
sprouted from the sides of its body, but they were so tightly folded that he could
not be sure which color predominated, and two long, black, furry antennae
projected from the top of its insectile head. It raised itself almost upright by
placing its middle limbs on the edge of his bed and looked down at him with
enormous, lidless eyes

His first impulse was to swat it the way he swatted all large insects that came too
close, but he stopped himself. To a creature as fragile as this one, any kind of blow
would be sure to inflict serious injury, which meant that he had nothing to fear
from it. Besides, he had never ever swatted a butterfly, even though he had never
been faced with a specimen as big as this one

"I am a Dwerlan, Patient Hewlitt," it said, taking a scanner from the equipment
pouch strapped to its body. "Since I am the only member of my species currently
attached to the hospital and we are not a well-traveled race, I hope this first
meeting with one of us will cause you the minimum of emotional distress. My
interest is in other-species gen• eral surgery and so, with your permission, I shall
examine you from the head to the nonmanipulatory digits on your feet. ...”

A big butterfly, Hewlitt thought, with an impeccable bedside manner

"... You are not the first Earth-human DBDG that I have examined and recorded
for later study," it went on. "But the others, as is usual in a hospital, were in a
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diseased or damaged condition. You are an apparently perfect physical specimen
and as such are of particular interest to me for purposes of clinical comparison. I
will begin by taking your pulse at the temporal and carotid arteries and at the
wrist, since emergencies can arise when a scanner is not available.”

Its head tilted forward and inclined to one side so that one of its antennae touched
the side of his head and throat, so lightly that if his eyes had been closed he might
not have felt it

"As well," it continued, "with the equipment I am using, it will not be necessary
for you to uncover your body completely, particularly in the area containing the
genitalia. From my nonmedical behavioral studies I know that Earth-humans
subscribe to a nudity taboo which makes them sensitive about openly displaying
this area. As I. have no| intention of causing you embarrassment, Patient Hewlitt,
whether you are male or female—”

"Can't you see it's a male, stupid?" one of the Kelgians broke in. "Look at the flat,
vestigial mammaries. Even through the bed garment you can see, or more
accurately you cannot see, the contours on its chest.Tn females they are folly
developed, which gives the female DBDG its characteristically top-heavy
appearance—”

It broke off as Medalont raised one pincer, clicked twice, and said, "Enough. The
time for clinical argument is not now, when the patient can overhear and, perhaps,
draw its own conclusions regarding your medical ability.”

The next one to come forward was the Kelgian responsible for the interruption. It
stood on its three rearmost sets of tiny caterpillar-like legs and curled over the bed
like a furry question mark. Being a Kelgian, it would not have a bedside manner

"My examination will be similar to that of my Dwerlan colleague," it said, "but I
would also like to ask questions. The first one is, What is an apparently healthy
patient like yourself doing in hospital? According to the senior physician's case
notes, there is nothing clinically wrong with you, except that you have displayed

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life-threatening cardiac symptoms for no apparent reason. What is wrong with
you, Patient Hewlitt? Or what do you think may be wrong with you?”

"I don't know," said Hewlitt, "twice.”

Like all Kelgians', this one's manner was impolite, honest, and completely
forthright because that was the only way it knew how to behave. If his reaction
was the same it would not be offended, because politeness and diplomacy were
alien concepts to it. That was one of the things he had learned since coming to this
medical madhouse, and he might be able to put that knowledge to use now by
asking the right questions. Kelgians did not know how to lie

"The condition is intermittent," Hewlitt went on, "with no detectable cause or
advance warning symptoms. But my case notes must have told you that, too. What
else did they tell you?”

"The notes also discussed the possibility that you yourself are the primary cause,"
said the other, "and that the condition is due to an intense hysterical reaction
triggered by a deep-seated psychosis which manifests itself on the physical level,
and that a rigorous psychological investigation has been undertaken to prove or
disprove this theory. Turn onto your left side.”

"So far," said Hewlitt, looking at Braithwaite, who smiled and looked at the
ceiling, "there has been no evidence of a psychosis, deep-rooted or otherwise,
because there isn't any to be found. If there was some past childhood experience or
event or crime buried in my subconscious, so terrible and heinous that I have
forced myself to forget it, surely there would be gaps in my memory or bad
dreams or some indication other than the sudden onset of a cardiac arrest?”

The Kelgian's fur was moving in fast, erratic waves from its nose to the section of
the body hidden by the bedside. It said, "I am not an ET psychologist, not even a
Kelgian psychologist, but I disagree with you. It is generally accepted that a
memory deeply buried is likely to have effects in direct proportion to the depth of
its burial when it is uncovered. There is something hiding inside your mind that
does not want to come out. If the threat of its discovery can cause a cardiac arrest
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as well as the other symptoms listed during, similar episodes in the past, then it
must be located, identified, and uncovered very carefully if you are to survive the
experience.”

This time it was the Kelgian who looked at Braithwaite, who 'nodded in
agreement. So once again everyone was thinking that it was all in his mind. Trying
to control his anger, which was unnecessary when talking to a Kelgian,' Hewlitt
said, "And how would you locate and identify this thing?”

There was a moment's silence, broken by Medalont, who said, "The patient seems
to be examining its doctor now. But I, too, am interested in the answer.”

The Kelgian's fur rose into spikes and subsided before it said, "As yet Senior
Physician Medalont has been unable to : discover a clinical reason for your
condition, Patient Hewlitt, and Lieutenant Braithwaite has found no evidence of
major psychological disturbance. But if there is something there you must be
aware of it, you must feel that something is wrong however tenuous the feeling
might be. I suggest that an even closer investigation be made of your feelings, a
more thorough one than is possible using the lieutenant's verbal examination
techniques

"An examination by a Cinrusskin empath like Prilicla," it ended, "might be able to
detect feelings that you were unaware of having, and probably the reasons for
them.”

"But I feel well, usually," Hewlitt protested. "And wouldn't I be the first to know if
I didn't? Anyway, I have met some pretty horrible-looking people since I came
here, but I don't remember if one of them was a Cinrusskin.”

"If you had seen Prilicla," said the Kelgian, "you would remember it.”

Before he could reply, Medalont clicked a pincer for silence and said, "And you
must also remember that Cin-russkins are empaths, not telepaths, who can detect
and isolate the most subtle feelings, but not the reasons for them. The suggestion

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of exposing Patient Hewlitt to an emotion-sensitive is a good one, so good that it
has already been suggested by Psychology Department and myself. Regrettably, it
cannot be adopted until Senior Physician Prilicla returns from Wemar, two weeks
hence. In the meantime, Patient Hewlitt has kindly agreed to assist your training
by submitting to a multispecies examination by all of you. You have lectures to
attend and your time here is limited. Let us proceed.”

Some of the examinations were less gentle than others, but none so uncomfortable
that he felt it necessary to complain, and he had to answer the questions instead of
trying to ask them. Finally it was over. Medalont and the trainees thanked him
individually and departed, leaving him alone with Braithwaite

"You survived that very well, Patient Hewlitt," said the lieutenant. "I'm
impressed.”

"And what about your special, uncomfortable, and stressful test that you won't
allow to get out of hand?" said Hewlitt, "Will I survive that as well?”

Braithwaite laughed. "You just did.”

"I see," said Hewlitt. "You were seeing how my nonexistent psychosis would react
to a mass attack by aliens, right? Well, I still don't feel comfortable with them
around me, but for some reason I seem to be feeling more curious, I mean really
curious about them, rather than frightened. Why should that be?”

"Curious, that's good," said the psychologist. Without answering the question, he
went on, "You have another problem. The amount of time that a hospital doctor
can spend with any patient, especially a non-urgent patient undergoing negative
treatment like yourself, is very small. Have you any ideas for keeping yourself
amused during the next few weeks?”

"Are you trying to tell me," said Hewlitt angrily, "that nothing will be done about
me, apart from using my body as a kind of healthy benchmark for trainees, until
this Prilicla character arrives to read my emotions? Then, I suppose it, too, will tell
me that there is nothing wrong with me, that it is all in my mind, and that I should
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get a grip on myself, go home and stop wasting everybody's time. And until then
you are going to do nothing at all?”

Braithwaite laughed again and shook his head

"It isn't funny, dammit," said Hewlitt. "At least, not to me.”

"It will be," said the lieutenant, "after you meet your first Cinrusskin. Prilicla
doesn't talk that way to people. And we are trying to do something other than
keeping you under close medical surveillance. It isn't much, I admit, but a
suggestion has been made that there could be some truth in your story about eating
the poisonous fruit if— and this is a pretty tenuous theory—the juice that is lethal
in small quantities has curative properties when taken in bulk. I can't give you the
medical reasons why that should happen, but there is one known precedent. In that
particular case there were long-term aftereffects which might explain, although
again I don't know how, the intermittent nature of your symptoms. That is why we
are sending to Etla the Sick for samples of the fruit so that Pathology can make an
independent investigation of its degree of toxicity

The two-way hyperjump between here and Etla," he went on, "and a couple of
days to find, gather, and pack the it, plus the time needed for the analysis, means a
wait of two weeks minimum. During that time nothing much will be happening to
you, unless Prilicla returns early or Medalont comes up with another form of
treatment. That's why I wanted to know how you plan to pass the time.”

"I don't know," said Hewlitt. "Reading and viewing, I suppose, when you give me
the library codes. Was it your idea about the Pessinith fruit?”

Braithwaite shook his head again. "I wouldn't want to be associated with a weird
idea like that. It was Padre Lioren's. It is a Tarlan BRLH attached to Psychology
Department, who will probably visit you within the next few days. Visually it is a
pretty fierce-looking character, but it might be able to help you, and after the way
you behaved during the trainees' examination its appearance shouldn't cause you
any problems.”

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"I suppose not," said Hewlitt, refusing to feel pleased at the compliment. "But . . .
does what you have been saying mean that you are beginning to believe me?”

"Sorry, no," Braithwaite replied. "As I told you earlier, we believe that you believe
yourself, which is different from us believing that what you tell us is completely
true. The Pessinith fruit incident is evidence, the only piece of hard evidence you
have given us, that can be checked. We must try to prove or disprove it and move
on from there.”

"And how exactly do you plan to do that?" said Hewlitt. "By feeding me with
Pessinith fruit and seeing if I die?”

"As a nonmedic I cannot answer that," Braithwaite replied with another smile.
"There would be safeguards, of course, but you are probably right.”

CHAPTER 10
Hewlitt knew that it was not a symptom which would register on his medical
monitor, but he was beginning to wonder whether there was such a condition as
terminal boredom allied to atrophication of the tongue

Apart from asking how he was feeling and saying "That's good," Medalont said
nothing to him. His Hudlar nurse, although friendly enough and helpful when it
did speak, was absent for most of the day on lectures and busy at other times.
Braithwaite called for a few minutes every day on his way to the dining hall and
insisted that, because they were on his own rather than the department's time, they
were social rather than professional visits. He gave Hewlitt a few useful library
access codes and talked a lot without saying anything. Charge Nurse Leethveeschi
had time for him only if his monitor signaled a medical emergency; the
lieutenant's Tarlan colleague, Padre Lioren, had yet to appear

The ambulatory patients who passed his bed on the way to the bathroom—a
couple of Melfans, a newly arrived Dwerlan, a Kelgian, and one slow-moving
Tralthan—sometimes talked among themselves but never to him, and the few

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conversations he could overhear from farther up the ward were never widened to
include Patient Hewlitt. He could not talk to the patients in the beds beside and
opposite him because they had been transferred somewhere else

He was growing heartily sick and tired of listening to the condescending voice of
the library computer for hours on end. It was beginning to make him feel as he had
done as a boy when confronted with an unending succession of thhily disguised
school lessons. Then as now he had felt bored and restless, but then there had been
an open window beckoning and beyond it a landscape filled with interesting things
to play with. Here there were no windows that opened and nothing but space
outside them if they had. In a desperate attempt to relieve his restlessness he
decided to walk up and down the ward

He had walked the length of the ward twice and was on his third lap when
Leethveeschi waddled out of the nurses' station to bar his path

"Patient Hewlitt," it said, "please do not walk so fast. You could collide with one
of my nurses and injure them, or they you. As well, and I realize that the thought
may not have occurred to you, it shows great insensitivity on your part to parade
your obvious physical fitness in this fashion before the other patients, some of
whom are seriously ill, injured, or bedridden. You may continue with your
exercise, slowly.”

"Sorry, Charge Nurse," said Hewlitt

Moving at the slower pace, Hewlitt felt awkward just staring straight in front of
him or down at the floor ahead, so he began to sneak quick looks at the patients he
was passing. The majority of them did not look at him, probably because they
were sleeping, they were too ill, or they thought him as ugly as he did them> The
other patients followed him with their eyes, too many eyes in some cases, and it
came as no surprise that the only one who spoke to him was a Kelgian. "You look
all right to me, for an Earth-human," it said, rippling the fur that was not concealed
by a large rectangle of silvery grey fabric taped to its side. "What's wrong with
you?”

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"I don't know what's wrong with me," said Hewlitt, stopping and turning to face it.
"The hospital is trying to find out.”

"Leethveeschi called out the resuscitation team for you the day you arrived," it
said. "It must be serious. Are you going to die?”

"I don't know," Hewlitt replied, "and I hope not.”

The Kelgian was lying on its side in a large, square bed on top of the blanket and
with its furry body curved into the shape of a flattened S. It drew itself up,
flattening the S even more, and said, "Seeing you Earth-humans balancing like
that on just two legs makes me uneasy. If you want to talk, sit on the bed. I won't
break. I won't bite, either; I'm herbivorous.”

Hewlitt sat sideways on the edge of the bed, taking care that his hip did not touch
the other's furry body or stubby, caterpillar legs. He had always liked talking to
people, and provided he closed his eyes or looked away from time to time, he
might be able to fool himself into thinking that the creatures in this place fell into
that category

Now that the Kelgian had mentioned it, he realized that a creature who moved on
twenty feet would feel a little strange about someone who used only two. The
feeling was mutual

He cleared his throat and prepared to make polite conversation, if it was possible
to do that with a Kelgian

"My name is Hewlitt," he said. "I noticed you passing my bed a few times, usually
with a Tralthan or a Dwerlan and once, I think, with a Duthan. I've been keying
into the library to learn and identity the different physiological classifications so
that I'll know what as well as who is doing things to me, but some of them I'm still
not sure about.”

"I am Morredeth," said the Kelgian. "You are right about the Duthan and the other
two. When we passed your bed you did not speak. We decided that you were
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either very ill or very antisocial.”

"I did not speak because you were always talking to your companions," he said,
"and interrupting you would not have been polite.”

" 'Polite,' that word again!" said the other, its fur rising into spikes. "There is no
equivalent meaning in our language. If you wanted to speak to me you should
have done so, and if I had not wanted to listen to you I would have told you to be
quiet. Why must non-Kelgians make everything so complicated?”

He decided to treat it as a rhetorical question and asked, "What is wrong with you,
Morredeth? Is it serious?”

The silence began to lengthen and still the other did not reply. Kelgians were
psychologically incapable of telling a lie, Hewlitt reminded himself, but there was
nothing to keep them from remaining silent if they did not want to answer.. He
was about to apologize for asking the question when the other spoke

"The original injury was not disabling," said Morredeth, "but the resulting
condition is very serious, and incurable. Unfortunately, it will not kill me. I do not
wish to talk about it.”

Hewlitt hesitated, then said, "Do you wish to talk about something else, or would
you prefer me to leave?”

Morredeth ignored him and went on, "I should try to talk about it, Lioren says, and
think about it instead of trying to push it out of my mind. Right now Iwant to talk
about the other patients, the medical staff, and anybody or anything else so that I
will not have to think about it. But I can't talk and think about other things all the
time, not when the patients are sleeping, or when the night nurse stops talking to
me because it has other things to do, or when I fall asleep myself. I don't know
about your kind,-but Kelgians have no voluntary control over the subject of their
dreams.”

"Nor have we," said Hewlitt, looking at the rectangle of silvery fabric attached to
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the other's body and wondering what terrible injury it concealed

Morredeth saw where he was looking. It ruffled its fur nd said, "I will not talk
about it.”

But you have been not-talking about it, or talking all around it, since I sat down on
your bed. A psychologist would be able to make something of that, Hewlitt
thought. Aloud, he said, "You mentioned a person called Lioren. I have been told
that a Tarlan with that name might be calling on me soon.”

"Not too soon, I hope," said Morredeth

"Why do you say that?" Hewlitt asked, beginning to feel uneasy. "Is it a
particularly unpleasant creature?”

"No," the other replied. "I have found it to be a pleasant entity, at least for a non-
Kelgian. I have not been here long enough to know what exactly it does, but
Horrantor tells me that it is usually sent to patients that the medics are no longer
able to help. You know, the hopeless cases.”

Hewlitt did not like the sound of that, and wondered if Braithwaite's earlier
reference to Lioren had been entirely factual. Not everyone, in fact not anyone,
was as forthright as a Kelgian

"Who is Horrantor?" he asked. "One of the medics?”

"One of the patients," said Morredeth, pointing. "That one. It is coming to find out
what we are talking about. You can feel the floor shaking.”

"What is wrong with it?" said Hewlitt. He kept his voice low in case the Tralthan
patient, too, was reticent about its medical problems

"Surely that is obvious," the Kelgian snapped at him, "when it is walking on only
five legs. The strapped-up leg was crushed in an industrial accident, rebuilt with
microsurgery, and will be good as new. There was damage to the reproductive

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system and birth canal which still require treatment, but don't ask it for the gory
details. At least, not while I'm with you. I have heard more than enough about its
reproductive plumbing, and anyway, it reminds me of my own problems. Oh,
Bowab is heading this way, too. We usually play cards, bellas or scremman, to
pass the time. Do you play any card games?”

"Yes, no," said Hewlitt. "What I mean is, I know the rules of a few Earth games,
but I don't play them well. Is Bowab the Duthan who is walking behind Horrantor?
What is wrong with it?”

"You are very indecisive, Hewlitt," said Morredeth. "Either you can play or you
cannot. Bellas is a Tralthan game of skill similar to Earth whist. Scremman is from
Nidia originally and, according to Bowab, who considers itself an expert, is a
game of chance played by skillful, passive liars and cheats. I don't know what is
wrong with the Duthan except that the problem is uncommon, and medical rather
than surgical. This is the hospital's main observation, transition, and sometimes
recuperation ward for patients lucky enough to survive—which, Leethveeschi tells
us, is most of them. They send some pretty weird patients here sometimes.”

"Yes," said Hewlitt, watching the two who were approaching and wondering
whether, in the present company, the remark was aimed at him

Horrantor came to a stop at the bottom of the bed, its injured leg barely touching
the floor. One each of the four, extensible eyes projecting from around the
immobile dome of its head were directed at Morredeth, Bowab, Hewlitt, and, for
some reason, the distant nurses' station. The Duthan moved to the side of the bed
opposite Hewlitt. He wondered whether the irregular brown patches of fur on its
otherwise dark green, centaurlike body were a symptom of its medical condition,
or a natural feature like the thick, white line that began in the center of its forehead
then widened along the upper and lower spine to disappear into the long bushy
tail, but decided not to ask. It folded its rear legs, stood on the forward set, and
leaned its elbows and forearms on the bed. Both of its eyes, which were capable of
looking in only one direction at a time, were staring at him


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Hewlitt hesitated; then introduced himself and followed with a brief description of
his problem. He could think of nothing else to talk about, because all they had in
common was a collection of symptoms

Horrantor made a low, moaning sound that might have indicated sympathy and
said, "At least we know what is wrong with us. If they don't know what is wrong
with you and you feel physically fit, it might take a long time before they find a
cure.”

"Yes, indeed," said Bowab, "more than enough time to become terminally bored.
Unless, of course, you can find an amusing way of passing the time. Are you a
gambling person, Patient Hewlitt?”

Before he could reply, Morredeth said, "Even a Kelgian could change the subject
more gradually than that. Hewlitt knows how to play cards, but not bellas or
scremman. We might be able to teach it, or it might prefer to teach us one of its
games.”

"That would give you initial advantages, Patient Hewlitt," said Horrantor, turning
another eye in his direction. "With us as opponents, you would need them.”

It was obvious that these people had a high opinion of themselves as cardplayers,
and he was tempted to try confusing them with the rules of a complicated and
partnered game like whist—or better still, bridge. But if their selfassessment was
accurate, they might not be confused for long

"I would prefer to learn than teach," he said. "Besides, I didn't think that I would
need to bring Earth playing cards with me.”

"You don't," said Bowab, as it reached into the pocket of its abbreviated apron, the
only item of clothing that it was wearing, and drew out a very thick pack of cards.
"If anyone needs them, Leethveeschi can request a pack from the staff recreation
level. That's how we got ours. We'll play a few practice games with the cards
faceup to let you know what' is going on. But let's not waste time, Morredeth.
Squeeze up the bed and give us some playing space.”
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The Kelgian coiled itself into a flatter S so that the bottom of its bed was left clear,
then twisted its conical head and upper body sideways until its short arms hung
over the playing area. Bowab, Horrantor, and Hewlitt were already in| position
when the Tralthan said, "Leethveeschi is heading this way. What can it want with
us at this time of the day? Is| anybody due medication?”

"Patient Hewlitt," said the charge nurse, stopping so that; it could look at him
through the clear space between Hor-rantor and Bowab. "I am glad to see that you
have begun 1 socializing and indulging in a group activity with other patients, and
Lieutenant Braithwaite will also be pleased when he hears about it

"But there is a hospital regulation governing the group activity in which you are
about to engage," it went on. "The game must be played for mental exercise only.
No personal property, negotiable Federation currency, or promissory notes of any
kind may be exchanged as a result of playing it., You find yourself among a group
of civilized predators, Patient Hewlitt, and the thought that comes most readily to
my mind is best described by the Earth-human phrase 'a sheep among wolves.'
Please try not to become too excited in case your medical monitor reports it as a
clinical emergency. Also . . -”

' One green, shapeless hand dug into a pocket attached to the outer surface of
Leethveeschi's protective envelope and withdrew a small, plastic box, which it
tossed onto the bed beside him

"...These are used by your species, among others," it continued, "to remove food
scraps adhering to the spaces between their teeth. Doubtless you will find another
use for them. Good luck.”

After the charge nurse left them it was Bowab who was the first to find its voice

"Toothpicks, a full box!" it said. "We had to divide half a box among us. Hewlitt,
you are a millionaire!”



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CHAPTER 11
The game was not as complicated as Hewlitt had first thought, even though it was
played with a pack containing seventy-five cards in five fifteen-card suits, each
with its own individual symbol and color: blue crescents, red spears, yellow
shields, black serpents, and green trees. The highest-value cards were the Ruler,
his-her-or-its Mate, and the Heir, followed in descending order by the values
twelve to one. Unlike the Earth games he knew, where the ace had the highest
value, the Poor One, as it was called, was the lowest card—except when a hand
contained a twelve of the same suit, in which case the combination could depose
one of the three ruling cards

There were historic and sociopolitical implications to the game, the others
explained, in that the merging of the lowest and the highest non-Ruler cards
signified a popular uprising, a palace revolution, or, in present times, a successful
corporate takeover. Three, four, or five cards of the same number in different suits
had particular values, and if the hand also contained a ten it could depose two of
an opponent's Rulers. There were other combinations of numbers Id symbols of
lesser power which were capable of reducthe value of an opponents' single cards
or combinations, but Hewlitt thought that it would take a .little time to learn them
all

The players could request an extra card free during the first three rounds of the
game, but were required to discard it or another from their hands each time, and
after that they had to buy the cards from the dealer, called the Ruler of the Game,
by raising the stake. Players who did not buy extra cards either had bad hands and
were unwilling to waste money, or very good ones and were sitting tight

A further complication was that each player had two discard piles of up to three
cards placed faceup, but only he, she, or it knew which pile was for permanent
discard and which was for returning to the hand, if required, before the end of the
game. It was possible to discover which was the true discard pile by studying the
body language of an opponent, always bearing in mind the possibility that it was
probably generating false signals

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"During the first few games we will go easy on you," said Horrantor, with an
untranslatable sound that might have been the Tralthan equivalent of laughter,
"and point out your mistakes as we go. I think you now understand the rules well
enough for us to begin.”

"But not well enough," said Bowab, hunching closer to the bed, "to begin
cheating.”

"Cheating, yes," the Tralthan went on. "You must always remember, Patient
Hewlitt, that your opponents will try to cheat; that is, to take unfair advantage of
you in any way possible to them. This includes using their physiological
differences against you. For example, it may not have occurred to you that, with
me standing as I am next to you, one of my eyes can be extended laterally so as to
see across your hand There is also the fact that Duthans have the ability sharpen
the focus of their eyes when the object, in this case your own eyes, are remaining
at a fixed distance. The reflec-. tion of your cards in your eyes is clear, especially
the card you are lifting into your hand, so you should obscure your opponent's
view by slitting your eyes and looking through the unsightly fringes of hair on the
edges of your upper and lower eyelids. More subtle methods of cheating will be
used against you which, in the beginning, we will allow you to detect and counter
for yourself." "Th-thank you," said Hewlitt. "Stop talking and deal," said
Morredeth. The next two hours passed very quickly until the arrival of the Hudlar
nurse with the announcement that the evening meal was about to be served

"If you wish to continue with your conversation and group activity," it said, "you
may eat together at the table outside the nurses' station; otherwise the meal must
be delivered to your individual beds. Well?”

Horrantor, Bowab, and Morredeth said "the table" in uni-son, and Hewlitt said the
same a moment later

"Are you sure, Patient Hewlitt?" asked the nurse. "You have limited other-species'
social experience, and seeing some of them at table for the first time may be
psychologically disquieting. Or have you dined with off-worlders before now?”

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"Well, no," he replied, "but I don't want to interrupt our conversation. I'm sure it
will be all right, Nurse.”

"The trick," said Horrantor, "is to look at nobody's plat-ter but your own.”

But when the trays arrived he could not help sneaking a glance at the others'
platters, and decided that their food looked unappetizing but not revolting. It was
the sight of Horrantor pushing enormous quantities of cooked vegetation—it had
at least six times the body mass of an Earth-human and 3 doubt needed generous
helpings—into an opening that he no doubt suspected was a mouth that he found
most discon-~ rting Morredeth was an herbivore also, and made a lot of noise
while demolishing a selection of crisp, uncooked, and unidentifiable vegetables.
He could not tell what Bowab was eating, although it had a strange, spicy smell,
and he noticed that none of them was looking at his platter

Was it simple good manners, he wondered, or was the sight of his synthetic steak
and mushrooms having an even worse effect on them? As soon as they were
finished the other three returned their trays to the delivery float, so Hewlitt did the
same. He did not know whether this was to save time and effort for the nursing
staff or to clear the table quickly for another game. Either way he thought it was a
good idea

While Bowab, the overall winner of the previous game, was dealing he said, "You
people are really devious and nasty and vicious as players. I wouldn't call those
last three games going easy on me. It isn't fair. I've lost half of my toothpicks
already.”

"Think of it as the involuntary payment of tuition fees," said Bowab. "Besides,
scremman isn't a fair game, it is you who are fair game.”

A furry centaur who makes jokes, Hewlitt thought. He laughed politely and said,
"It is a most unfair game, so far as I am concerned, because winning depends not
only on a player's capacity for misdirection, concealment, and bluff, but on the
accurate reading of an opponent's expression. Under all that Kelgian and Duthan

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fur I don't even know if there are expressions to read, and Horrantor's head skin is
about as expressive as Hudlar hide. Until I came to this place I spoke to off-
worlders only by communicator. You people are so completely strange to me that
I wouldn't know a revealing expression if I saw one.”

"Since coming here," said Bowab, "we have seen you studying the library's
physiological classification system used to describe and identify Federation
citizens, which includes basic information on their sociopsychological behavior.
During the last game you were quick to discover my true discard pile. Either you
are being too modest Patient Hewlitt, or you are not as ignorant as you are leading
us to believe.”

"In which case," said Horrantor, joining in, "you have learned that there is a
psychological extension to scremman which operates during the breaks between
play. You are indeed progressing well.”

"And should I also learn," said Hewlitt, "not to be disarmed by compliments?”

"Of course," said Bowab

He laughed again and said, "Then if I admit to ignorance on any subject, it would
not weaken my position because the admission would be treated as a possible
misdirection aimed at concealing a strength: But what do you do with a person
like Morredeth? Surely it must be at a disadvantage because it cannot tell a lie?”

"Kelgian misdirection," said Horrantor, "involves concealing the intentions by not
saying anything. We must try to discover what it is thinking by observing its fur
movements. They are subtle and very difficult for a non-Kelgian to identify.”

Bowab looked at Horrantor and back to Hewlitt, making a growling sound that did
not translate. He could not be sure, but he thought that the Duthan was trying to
warn him about something

"When I was a child," Hewlitt went on, "I knew one furry creature well enough to
guess at what it was thinking, or at least feeling. Sometimes I could make it

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change its mind and play when it wanted to sleep, and at other times it was able to
make me do what it wanted. It was called a kitten, that is an immature cat which is
a nonsapient Earth-evolved pet that was technically the property of my parents
although its behavior suggested that the opposite held true. It was a handsome
female which, because of the peculiar mottled, brolwn color, was given the name
of a sugary home-made candy Earth-people call Fudge. When it was angry or
fright-d its fur rose, which was an instinctive response from predomesticated times
which made it look larger and more fearsome, but it soon learned more subtle
methods of communication

"If it wanted food," he continued, "it would rub its head against my ankles or, if its
needs were persistently ignored, it would unsheath its claws and try to climb up
my legs. When it rolled from side to side on its back and punched at the air with
its paws, that meant it wanted to play, and if it curled up on my lap with its eyes
closed, limbs folded under its body and chin on its tail, it wanted to sleep.
Sometimes it did not seem to know whether it wanted to sleep or play on my lap

"But it was a very active and friendly entity," said Hewlitt, and for a moment he
could almost see it walking stiff-legged and tail erect around the center of their
table and pushing at the cards with a forepaw, "so it did not object when I made its
mind up for it and began patting and stroking and tickling it, very gently, on its
stomach and under its chin and around its ears. It liked that but pretended it didn't
by striking my, hand with its paws, softly and with its claws sheathed. Most of all
it liked me to stroke its back, especially when I began by gently pressing my
fingertips on its head between the eyes and moving them slowly between its ears
and along the spine to its tail, which by then was standing up straight. When I did
that it would purr, which is the noise cats make when they are feeling pleasure. . .
.”

"This conversation," said Morredeth, its fur rippling in vw n i i c uneven waves,
"is becoming very erotic and for me unpleasant. Stop it at once.”

"It is bothering me, too," Bowab agreed, "but pleasantly Why are you talking so
much about this furry pet of yours? In character or behavior did it resemble

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Morredeth or myself? Was it a special, nonsapient friend? What happened to it
and where is the story leading?”

"I'm sorry, I didn!t intend to offend anyone," said Hewlitt, "and I don't know why I
am talking about that cat now when I haven't even thought about it for years.
Maybe it is because it was my first nonhuman friend. It was very friendly and did
not resemble anyone here, especially while you are playing scremman, but it was
too adventurous for its own good. There was an accident when it ran too close to a
large antigravity vehicle and was crushed by the outer edge of the repulsor field. It
did not appear to be badly injured because it was still breathing and there was only
a small amount of blood around its mouth and ears, but my parents said that there
was no hope for it and they would send for thel pet healer to have the poor thing
put out of its misery. BeforeJ they could stop me I lifted it and took it to my room,
and locked the door so nobody could take it away from me, then' I nursed it in bed
with me all night until.. .”

"Until it died," said Horrantor in a voice that seemed too soft and low for it to be
coming from such a massive creature. "A sad story.”

"No it isn't," said Hewlitt. "I nursed it until it was better. Next morning it was
walking about good as new, and butting my ankles to be fed. My parents could not
believe it, but my father said that cats had nine lives, that is an old Earth say„ ing
based on the fact that they have great agility and sense of balance and rarely fall,
and that this one must have used all of them at once. I suppose it died eventually
of old age.”

"A sad story with a happy ending," said Bowab. "That is the kind I like best.”

I-INAL DIAGNOSIS 101 "Are we going to talk about furry pets," said Morredeth,
its fur tufting into strange, uneven spikes and waves that might have denoted anger
or impatience or something else entirely, "or play scremman?”

The question answered itself as Horrantor began to deal. Hewlitt tried to placate
the Kelgian, who for some reason did not like him talking about cats. He said,
"The reason I brought up the subject of my pet, and especially its fur, was that I
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was thinking about the unfairness of my not being able ' to read other-species
expressions. Horrantor and Bowab do not show any changes of expression that I
can detect, and Morredeth shows far too many for me to read. Perhaps I will learn
to do it in time, but right now it is Morredeth who should be complaining about
unfairness because you two have had longer to observe its fur movements than I
have.”

"Patient Hewlitt," Morredeth broke in, its fur rippling and tufting as if there were a
strong wind blowing along the ward, "you will not learn to read my feelings no
matter how long we are here. Even another Kelgian would have trouble doing
that.”

The game continued in a disapproving silence and Hewlitt knew that he had said
the wrong thing again.



CHAPTER 12
The thought of what that wrong thing might have been, and how he could avoid
repeating the mistake, was still in Hewlitt's mind when the game was halted by the
HudlarJ: nurse telling them to return to their beds for the evening?; medication
round and, hopefully, to sleep. The other three i players passed his bed, Morredeth
without speaking, on their ; way to and from the bathroom, but he did not talk to
any of •! them about it in case he made matters worse. He was not being given any
medication, which meant that he would be visited last

The Hudlar nurse had only to check the sensor connections to his medical monitor
and would have nothing more to do, barring emergencies, until its next round of
observing sleeping patients in another two hours. Ahead of it stretched a long spell
of night duty during which, he hoped, its boredom and his curiosity could be
relieved by a few questions

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that you've had enough excite-U t for one day. Playing scremman makes the time
pass ickly and I'm glad that you are making other-species' friends. But now you
must sleep.”

"I'll try, Nurse," he said. "But there is something worrying me.”

"Is there pain?" it said, moving quickly to the bedside. "Your monitor is
registering optimum life-sign levels for a healthy DBDG. Please describe the
symptoms. Be as specific as you can.”

"Sorry, Nurse, I misled you," he said. "It has nothing to do with my physical
condition. During the day I offended another patient, the Kelgian, Morredeth, but I
don't know what it was that I said or did that was offensive. We were playing
scremman and the other two seemed to be trying to tell me nonverbally to stop
whatever it was I was doing or saying. I would like to know what it was I was
doing wrong so that I will know not to do it again and, if it was serious, to
apologize.”

Even though it had no features that he could identify, the nurse appeared to relax.
It said, "I don't think this is anything to worry about, Patient Hewlitt. During a
game of scremman that lasted for many hours, as I have been told yours did, the
exchange of insulting and critical words is a common occurrence . . .”

"I noticed," he said

". . . and such words are forgotten by the next deal," it went on. "Just forget the
incident, as the others will have done by now, and go to sleep.”

"But it didn't happen like that," he said. "At the time we were between games and
the words were spoken while we were eating lunch.”

The Hudlar was silent for a moment while it looked along the beds on both sides
of the ward. Everyone but Hewlitt and . itself seemed to be asleep, so that there
was nothing more urgent to claim its professional attention. He felt pleased and a
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will

"Very well, Patient Hewlitt," it said, "what was the subject of conversation, and
can you recall the remark that caused Patient Morredeth to take offense?”

"I already told you I couldn't," said Hewlitt. "I was simply describing and talking
about a small, furry animal, a household-pet... Do Hudlars keep pets? ... I had
played with as a child. Morredeth did not object to anything I was saying until it
suddenly accused me of talking dirty, and Bowab agreed with it. At the time I
thought they were joking, but now I'm not so sure.”

"In its present condition," said the nurse, the speaking membrane vibrating in the
Hudlar equivalent of a near whisper, "Patient Morredeth is unusually sensitive
about its fur. .i But you were not Jo know that. Tell me what was saidj exactly?”

Was it possible, Hewlitt wondered suddenly, that the nurse was using him instead
of the other way around? Was \ it pleased and eager to use any excuse to ease the
boredom of night duty by giving nonmedical support to a worriedl patient, and
would that be its clinically acceptable excuse to | Leethveeschi for what might turn
out to be a prolonged mid-) night chat? He took his time and repeated
everything'that had been said leading up to and during the description and:
behavior of his cat while it was being petted. He did not; think that a being whose
skin was like flexible steel could; have erotic fantasies about fur, but in this place
one could never be sure of anything

When he finished speaking, the nurse said, "Now I understand. Before I try to
explain what happened, tell me how much you already know about the Kelgian
life-form.”

"Only the information given in the introductory paragraphs from the nonmedical
library listing of member races

f the Federation," he said, "most of which was historical ° terial. The Kelgians are
physiological classification pgLF, warm-blooded, multipedal, and possessing a
cylindrical body covered overall with mobile, silvery fur which is ntinually in
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motion while the being is conscious and, to a lesser extent, when it is dreaming

"Because of inadequacies in the Kelgian speech organ," he went on, "their spoken
language lacks modulation, inflection or any other form of emotional expression.
But they are compensated for this by their fur, which acts, so far as another
Kelgian is concerned, as a perfect and uncontrollable mirror of the speaker's
emotional state. As a result, the concepts of lying or being diplomatic, tactful or
even polite are completely alien to them. A Kelgian says exactly what it means or
feels because the fur is revealing its feelings from moment to moment, and to do
otherwise is considered a stupid waste of time. Am I right so far?”

"Yes," said the Hudlar. "But in this situation the medical .library data would have
been of more use to you. Did Morre-deth discuss its condition with you?”

"No," he replied. "When I asked, it said that it didn't want to talk about it. I was
curious but decided that its ailment might be embarrassing and was none of my
business anyway, and dropped the subject.”

"Sometimes Patient Morredeth will not talk about its troubles," said the nurse,
"and at other times it will. If you ask tomorrow or the next day it will probably tell
you about its accident and the long-term results, which are very serious but not life-
threatening, in great detail. I am telling you this because nearly everyone in the
ward knows of Morredeth's problem, so I am not breaking patient confidentiality
by discussing the physiological and emotional aspects of the case with you.”

"I understand," he said

"You do not understand," said the Hudlar, moving closer to his bed and lowering
its voice in inverse proportion to the -distance, "but soon you will. If any of the
anatomical terras I use are unclear, which is unlikely considering your medical
history and prior experience of hospital treatments, please stop me and ask for a
layperson's explanation. Shall I begin?”

Hewlitt stared at the nurse's massive body balanced on its six, curling tentacles
and wondered if there was any intelligent species, regardless of its size, shape, or
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number of limbs, whose members did not enjoy a good gossip

Remembering the trouble that a few unthinking words had caused with Morredeth,
Hewlitt decided not to ask the-] question aloud

"Anatomically," the Hudlar went on in exactly the same tone as that used by
Senior Physician Medalont to its : trainees, "the most important fact that you
should know about Kelgians is that, apart from the thin-walled, cranial, casing that
protects the brain, the DBLF classification has j no bony structure. Their bodies
are composed of an outer| cylinder of musculature which, in addition to assisting!
with locomotion, serves as protection for the vital organs! within it. To the minds
of beings like ourselves, whose! bodies are more generously reinforced with bone
struc-l rure, this protection seems far from adequate. Another! severe disadvantage
in the event of injury is the complex j and extremely vulnerable circulatory
system. The blood j supply, which has to feed the large bands of muscle encirj
cling the body, lies just beneath the skin, as does the nerve ' network that controls
the mobile fur. Some protection is-; given by the thickness of the fur, but not
against deep, lacerated wounding of more than one-tenth of the body area
sustained as the result of Patient Morredeth being thrown against an uneven metal
obstruction during a space collision

An injury which in many other species would be considd superficial, the nurse
explained, could result in a Kel-eian bleeding to death within a few minutes. ' The
emergency coagulant administered at the time of the accident had checked the
bleeding and saved Morredeth's rfe but at a price. On the ambulance ship and later
in hos-nita'l the damaged major blood vessels had been repaired, but even Sector
General's DBLF microsurgery team had been unable to save the capilliary and
nerve networks that had served the lost or damaged fur. As a result the beautiful
Kelgian fur, which played such an important tactile as well as an aesthetic visual
role between them during the preliminaries to courtship and mating, would never
grow properly in those areas. Or if it did grow, the fur would be stiff, yellow,
lifeless, and visually repulsive to another Kelgian of either gender

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synthetic material lacked the mobility and the deep, rich luster of living fur and
would be immediately recognized for what it was. Kelgians in Morredeth's
situation were usually too proud to be seen wearing such a patch and elected
instead to live and work in solitude or with minimum social contact

"The other Kelgians on the medical staff," the Hudlar went on, "tell me that
Morredeth is, or was, a particularly handsome young female who has no longer
any hope of mating or living a normal life. At present its problem is emotional
rather than medical.”

"And I," said Hewlitt, feeling hot with embarrassment, "had to talk to it about my
cat's beautiful far. I'm surprised it didn't hit me with something. Is there nothing
more that can be done for it? And should I apologize, or would that just make
matters worse?”

"In the space of a few days," said the Hudlar, ignoring the question, "you appear to
be at ease, or even on terms of friendship, with Horrantor, Bowab, and Morredeth.
On arrival you displayed symptoms of severe xenophobia which have since
disappeared. If this is a true reaction to your first multiple, other-species contacts
and not just a polite pretense of accepting an emotionally disturbing situation that
you could do nothing about, then I am impressed with your ability to adapt. But I
find your recent behavior, well, surprising.”

"It wasn't a pretense," he said without hesitation, "and I'm not as polite as all that.
Maybe it was because, as the only healthy patient in the ward, I was bored and
curious, and it was you who suggested that I should try talking to the other
patients in the first place. They all looked like waking nightmares to me and still
do. But something, I don't know what exactly, made me want to meet them. It was
a surprise to me, too.”

The nurse's speaking membrane vibrated, too slowly for any words to form, and
Hewlitt wondered if he was seeing the Hudlar equivalent of a stammer of
hesitation. Finally it said, "To answer your earlier question, there is nothing more
that can be done for Morredeth other than to change its dressings, which will heal

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the surface wounding without' regenerating the damage to the underlying nerve
network, and to apply the nonmedical treatment prescribed by Senior,! Physician
Medalont at the suggestion of Padre Lioren, who until now has been visiting
Morredeth every day. Today it called but remained in the nurses' station, where it
listened to the conversation picked up by your medical monitor before—”

"It listened to our private conversation?" Hewlitt broke in. "That, that was wrong!
I didn't know my monitor could be used that way. I, we might have said something
that others were not supposed to hear.”

"You did," said the nurse, "but Leethveeschi is used to hearing derogatory remarks
about itself. Your monitor is capable of picking up words spoken very faintly in
case you feel something is going wrong before the instrument does and call for
help. Lioren said that the scremman game With a new and untutored player was
helping to take the patient's mind off its troubles, and was probably doing more
good than anything it could have said or done just then, and that it would visit
Morredeth tomorrow.”

Before Hewlitt could reply, it went on, "Morredeth's non-medical treatment
includes a reduction in night sedation, which has been massive up until now, so
that it will have more time to be alone with its thoughts. Medalont and Lioren are
hoping that this will enable it to come to terms with its emotional problems.
During the day, you may have noticed, it does not give itself time to think. As of
tonight I have been instructed not to speak more than a few words to it unless
there are strong medical reasons for doing so. You Earth-people have a saying that
describes the situation very well, but my own feeling is that a healer should never
be cruel to be kind, especially when a patient's suffering can be reduced by
engaging in a friendly conversation with it. I am not, therefore, in agreement with
this proposed course of treatment.”

Once again the nurse's speaking membrane twitched silently. Hewlitt clapped a
hand over his monitor, hoping that he was covering the sound sensor so that no
word of its mutinous feelings would reach a more senior medic who might want to
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"Earlier you asked me what you should do about your insensitive behavior toward
Morredeth," the nurse said as it turned to leave. "If you see that the patient is
continuously wakeful, as it will be, it would do no harm then to apologize and talk
to it.”

He watched as the nurse moved along the darkened ward, in complete silence
despite its tremendous body weight, and thought that for a great, hulking creature
with hide like flexible metal it had a very soft heart. He did not have to be an
empath, Hewlitt thought, to know what the other expected of him

For psychological reasons that it found objectionable, the nurse had been
forbidden by its superior to engage Morre-deth in extended conversation and,
without actually disobeying its instructions, it was making sure that someone else
did

CHAPTER 13
Hewlitt lay propped on one elbow so that he could see across the intervening
patients to Morredeth's bed, listening to a ward full of extraterrestrials making
their various sleeping noises and wondering how long he should wait before
approaching the Kelgian. Its bed was screened and there was a faint glow visible
on -the ceiling, but the light was steady as if it was coming from the bedside lamp
rather than an entertainment channel on the viewscreen. It was possible that
Morredeth was reading or had already fallen asleep with its light on, and one of
the strange noises he could hear might be the Kelgian snoring. If so it would have
harsh things to say to the stupid Earth-person who wakened it

To be on the safe side he decided to wait until Morredeth paid its nightly visit to
the bathroom and talk to it after it had returned to its bed. But tonight it seemed
that nobody needed to use the bathroom and he was becoming intensely bored
with nothing to look at but rows of shadowy, alien beds and the single, glowing
patch of ceiling above the Kel-gian's position. Even the entertainment channel
would be more exciting than this, he thought, and decided to make his apology
without further delay and then try to get some sleep himself

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He sat upright, swung his legs over the edge of the bed. and felt around with his
feet in the darkness until they found the sandals. They were hospital-issue and
much too large so that the soft, flapping sounds they made against the floor
seemed much louder now than they had during the daytime bustle of the ward. If
Morredeth was awake it would hear him coming, and if it was asleep he would
owe it a second apology for waking it up

Morredeth was lying like a fat, furry question mark on its uninjured side, its only
covering the large rectangle of fabric that held the wound dressings in place. With
all that natural insulation, Hewlitt supposed, a Kelgian would not need blankets
very often. Its eyes were closed and its legs were tucked up and almost hidden by
the thick, restless fur, but the small, erratic movements did not necessarily mean
that Morredeth was unconscious

"Morredeth," said Hewlitt, in a voice so quiet that he barely heard it himself, "are
you awake?”

"Yes," it said without opening its eyes

"If you can't sleep," said Hewlitt, "would you like me to talk to you for a while?”

"No," said Morredeth, then a moment later, "Yes.”

"What would you like to talk about?”

"Talk about anything you like," said the Kelgian, opening its eyes, "except me.”

It wafs going to be difficult, Hewlitt thought, talking to a being who could not lie
and always said exactly what it thought, especially when there were no other
normally polite liars present to keep him reminded of the social niceties. He ould
have to be very careful or he might end up talking onestly, like a Kelgian. The
feeling that he was about to do 1 st that was very strong and he had no explanation
for it. a Why am I thinking this way? he asked himself, not for the first time. This
isn 't like me at all Aloud he said, "My primary reason for coming to see you is to

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apologize. I should not have talked about my furry pet to you in such detail. I had
no intention of causing you emotional distress, and since learning of the long-term
effects of your injury, I realize now that I was being thoughtless, insensitive, and
stupid. Patient Morredeth, I am very sorry.”

For a few seconds there was no response except for the agitated rippling of the
other's fur, so marked that the edges of the fabric covering the wound dressings
were twitching in sympathy. Then it said, "You had no intention of causing
distress, so you were ignorant, not stupid. Sit on the bed. What is your secondary
reason for coming?”

When Hewlitt did not reply at once, Morredeth said, "Why do non-Kelgians waste
so much time thinking up many words for their answers when a few would do? I
asked you a simple question.”

And you will get a simple, Kelgian answer, Hewlitt decided. He said, "I was
curious about you and your injury. But you have forbidden me to talk about you.
Shall I return to my bed?”

"No," said Morredeth

"Is there anything or anyone else yau would like to talk about?”

"You," said the Kelgian

Hewlitt hesitated and Morredeth went on, "My ears are sensitive and I have heard
nearly every word that has passed between the medics and yourself. You are
healthy, you receive no medication or treatment, except once when it made you
pass out and the resuscitation team arrived, and nobody will say what is wrong
with you. I heard you tell the bored with nothing to look at but rows of shadowy,
alien beds and the single, glowing patch of ceiling above the Kel gian's position.
Even the entertainment channel would be more exciting than this, he thought, and
decided to make his apology without further delay and then try to get some sleep
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He sat upright, swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and felt around with his
feet in the darkness until they found the sandals. They were hospital-issue and
much too large so that the soft, flapping sounds they made against the floor
seemed much louder now than they had during the daytime bustle of the ward. If
Morredeth was awake it would hear him coming, and if it was asleep he would
owe it a second apology for waking it up

Morredeth was lying like a fat, furry question mark on its uninjured side, its only
covering the large rectangle of fabric 3 that held the wound dressings in place.
With all that natural insulation, Hewlitt supposed, a Kelgian would not need
blankets very often. .Its eyes were closed and its legs were tucked up and almost
hidden by the thick, restless fur, but the small, erratic movements did not
necessarily mean that Morredeth was unconscious

"Morredeth," said Hewlitt, in a voice so quiet that he barely heard it himself, "are
you awake?”

"Yes," it said without opening its eyes

"If you can't sleep," said Hewlitt, "would you like me to talk to you for a while?”

"No," said Morredeth, then a moment later, "Yes.”

"What would you like to talk about?”

"Talk about anything you like," said the Kelgian, opening its eyes, "except me.”

It was going to be difficult, Hewlitt thought, talking to a • being who could not lie
and always said exactly what it thought, especially when there were no other
normally polite liars present to keep him reminded of the social niceties. He |
would have to be very careful or he might end up talking honestly, like a Kelgian.
.The feeling that he was about to do just that was very strong and he had no
explanation for it

Why am I thinking this way? he asked himself, not for the first time. This isn 't

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like me at all

Aloud he said, "My primary reason for coming to see you is to apologize. I should
not have talked about my furry pet to you in such detail. I had no intention of
causing you emotional distress, and since learning of the long-term effects of your
injury, I realize now that I was being thoughtless, insensitive, and stupid. Patient
Morredeth, I am very sorry.”

For a few seconds there was no response except for the agitated rippling of the
other's fur, so marked that the edges of the fabric covering the wound dressings
were twitching in sympathy. Then it said, "You had no intention of causing
distress, so you were ignorant, not stupid. Sit on the bed. What is your secondary
reason for coming?”

When Hewlitt did not reply at once, Morredeth said, "Why do non-Kelgians waste
so much time thinking up many words for their answers when a few would do? I
asked you a simple question.”

And you will get a simple, Kelgian answer, Hewlitt decided. He said, "I was
curious about you and your injury. But you have forbidden me to talk about you.
Shall I return to my bed?”

"No," said Morredeth

"Is there anything or anyone else you would like to talk about?”

I "You," said the Kelgian. Hewlitt hesitated and Morredeth went on, "My ears are
sensitive and I have heard nearly every word that has passed between the medics
and yourself. You are healthy, you receive no medication or treatment, except
once when it made you pass out and the resuscitation team arrived, and nobody
will say what is wrong with you. I heard you tell the bored with nothing to look at
but rows of shadowy, alien I beds and the single, glowing patch of ceiling above
the Kel-gian's position. Even the entertainment channel would be more exciting
than this, he thought, and decided to make his apology without further delay and
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He sat upright, swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and felt around with his
feet in the darkness until they found the sandals. They were hospital-issue and
much too large so that the soft, flapping sounds they made against the floor
seemed much louder now than they had during the daytime bustle of the ward. If
Morredeth was awake it would hear him coming, and if it was asleep he would
owe it a second apology for waking it up

Morredeth was lying like a fat, furry question mark on its uninjured side, its only
covering the large rectangle of fabric that held the wound dressings in place. With
all that natural insulation, Hewlitt supposed, a Kelgian would not need blankets
very often. Its eyes were closed and its legs were tucked up and almost hidden by
the thick, restless fur, but the small, erratic movements did not necessarily mean
that Morredeth was unconscious

"Morredeth," said Hewlitt, in a voice so quiet that he barely heard it himself, "are
you awake?”

"Yes," it said without opening its eyes

"If you can't sleep," said Hewlitt, "would you like me to :] talk to you for a
while?”

"No," said Morredeth, then a moment later, "Yes.”

"What would you like to talk about?”

"Talk about anything you like," said the Kelgian, opening its eyes, "except me.”

It wa's going to be difficult, Hewlitt thought, talking to a being who could not lie
and always said exactly what it thought, especially when there were no other
normally polite liars present to keep him reminded of the social niceties. He would
have to be very careful or he might end up talking honestly, like a Kelgian. The
feeling that he was about to do just that was very strong and he had no explanation
for it

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Why am I thinking this way? he asked himself, not for the first time. This isn 't
like me at all

Aloud he said, "My primary reason for coming to see you is to apologize. I should
not have talked about my furry pet to you in such detail. I had no intention of
causing you emotional distress, and since learning of the long-term effects of your
injury, I realize now that I was being thoughtless, insensitive, and stupid. Patient
Morredeth, I am very sorry.”

For a few seconds there was no response except for the agitated rippling of the
other's fur, so marked that the edges of the fabric covering the wound dressings
were twitching in sympathy. Then it said, "You had no intention of causing
distress, so you were ignorant, not stupid. Sit on the bed. What is your secondary
reason for coming?”

When Hewlitt did not reply at once, Morredeth said, "Why do non-Kelgians waste
so much time thinking up many words for their answers when a few would do? I
asked you a simple question.”

And you will get a simple, Kelgian answer, Hewlitt decided. He said, "I was
curious about you and your injury. But you have forbidden me to talk about you.
Shall I return to my bed?”

"No," said Morredeth

"Is there anything or anyone else yeu would like to talk about?”

"You," said the Kelgian

Hewlitt hesitated and Morredeth went on, "My ears are sensitive and I have heard
nearly every word that has passed between the medics and yourself. You are
healthy, you receive no medication or treatment, except once when it made you
pass out and the resuscitation team arrived, and nobody will say what is wrong
with you. I heard you tell the Earth-human psychologist how you survived

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poisoning and a fall that should have killed you. But a hospital is for the sick and
injured, not for people who have already recovered. So what is wrong with you? Is
it a personal or shameful thing that you do not wish to talk about, even to a
member of a different species who might not understand your shame?”

"No, nothing like that," Hewlitt replied. "It is just that telling you all about it
would take a long time, especially if I had to stop to explain some of the Earth-
human social behavior and customs. Besides, talking about my troubles would
make me remember how little the Earth medics were able to do because they
refused to believe that there was anything at all wrong with me, so I would feel
frustrated and angry and probably end up complaining to you all the time.”

Morredeth's fur rippled into a new and visually more attractive pattern, making
him wonder if it might be feeling amusement. It said, "You, too? That is the
reason why I do not want to talk about myself. You would have complained about
me complaining.”

"You have much more to complain about than I have," said Hewlitt, and stopped
because the other's fur was standing out in spikes again, and the bands of muscle
encircling its body were tightening as if they were about to go into spasm. He
added quickly, "Sorry, Morredeth, I'm talking about you instead of me. What
would you like me to talk: about first?”

The Kelgian's body relaxed, although the fur was still restive as it said, "Talk to
me about incidents from your illness that you have yet to tell or, if they are
unusual or shameful or depraved, you did not want to tell Medalont or the trainees.
I might find your words entertaining enough to be' able to forget my own
problems for a while. Are you willing to do that for me?”

"Yes," said Hewlitt. "But don't expect too much entertainment or eroticism. At the
time I was on Earth and living with grandparents who didn't have a furry pet that I
could play with. Some of the episodes are very embarrassing. Do Kelgians
experience puberty?”

"Yes," said Morredeth. "Did you think we were sexually active from birth?”
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"Puberty can be an embarrassing time," said Hewlitt, treating the question as
rhetorical, "even for normally healthy people.”

"Then describe your embarrassment and lack of health in detail," said Morredeth,
"if you have nothing more interesting to talk about.”

/ could have picked a less personal subject, he thought, feeling surprised at his
complete lack of hesitation as he began to speak. Maybe the fact that the other
belonged to a different species had spmething to dp with it, and talking to a
Kelgian patient was no different from telling his symptoms to a Melfan senior
physician or a Hudlar nurse, except that Morredeth's curiosity was more intense
and less clinical

As he was describing his transition from solitary studies on his home computer
into the higher education system with its increasing emphasis on group studies and
team and solo athletic events, at which he did very well, and the opportunities to
form friendships with the female students that his growing reputation as an athlete
provided, Morredeth interrupted him

"Are you complaining about this situation?" it said. "Or being boastful about your
good fortune?”

"I am complaining," Hewlitt replied, his voice raised with remembered anger,
"because the opportunities and advantages were lost. Nothing ever happened.
Even when I was ' strongly attracted to a particular young female and, I believed,
she to me ... well, it was very unsatisfactory and frustrating and, and painful.”

"Were you more strongly attracted to someone or something else?" asked
Morredeth. "To a female who was not \ attracted to you? Or had you developed
even stronger feela ings for one of your small furry creatures?”

"No!" said Hewlitt. He looked at the sleepers in the] nearby beds and lowered his
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"A very sick Earth-person," Morredeth replied. "Isn't that \ the reason you are
here?”

"I wasn't that sick," said Hewlitt, laughing in spite ofj himself. "I wasn't sick at all,
according to the university medics. They said that I was a perfect physical
specimen ini every respect. After many embarrassing tests and experi<» ments
were carried out, they said that there was no anatom-1 ical or hormonal reason
why, after I had achieved full mental and physical arousal, my seminal fluid
should not have been expelled. They also said that by some involuntary or uncaais
scious method which they did not understand I was checking the mechanism of
ejaculation at the penultimate moment, and that the sudden interference with the
flow caused immediate pain followed by diminishing discomfort in the genital
area until the material was reabsorbed. They suggested that my problem was
probably due to a deeply buried, childhood emotional trauma that was showing
itself in episodes of shyness so intense that it manifested itself on the physical
level.”

"What is shyness?" said Morredeth. "My translator assigns no Kelgian meaning to
the word.”

If a being always said exactly what it thought, it could not be expected to
understand shyness. Explaining shyness to such a being might be like trying to
describe color to a blind person, but he would try

"Shyness is a psychological barrier to social interaction," he said. "It is a
nonphysical wall that keeps a person from saying or doing what he or she is
wanting very badly to say or do; for emotional reasons, usually involving
inexperience or oversensitivity or even cowardice, the words or actions are
suppressed. Among Earth-humans it is very common during puberty, when the
initial social contacts between the sexes are being made.”

"That is ridiculous," said Morredeth. "On Kelgia the feeling of a male or female
for one of the opposite sex is impossible to hide. If the attraction felt by one for
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in its attempt to influence the second until the feeling is returned or of transferring
the affections elsewhere. The successfully persistent ones usually make the best
life-mates. Did the psychological treatment enable you to break through your
shyness barrier eventually and allow normal coupling?”

"No," said Hewlitt

For the first time in his experience the Kelgian's fur almost stopped moving, but
only for a moment before it became even more agitated. Morredeth said, "I'm
sorry. That situation must be very frustrating for you.”

"Yes," he said

"The senior physician might be able to help you," said Morredeth, trying to mix
reassurance with honesty. "If it cannot solve your problem, Medalont will take it
as a personal insult. No matter how serious the disease or injury, Sector General
has the reputation of curing everything and everybody. Well, nearly everybody.”

For a moment Hewlitt stared at the other's fur, which was being stirred into waves
and eddies as if it were an agitated pool of mercury; then he said, "The senior
physician has my medical history, but as yet it hasn't asked me about my
involuntary celibacy. Maybe, like the university's psychologist, it thinks the
trouble is all in my mind. But the problem wasn't, isn't, painful so long as I avoid
close, one-to-one female contact

"When it became clear that the psychologist was getting nowhere," he went on,
keeping his eyes on the increasing agitation of Morredeth's fur, "he decided that I
was stubbornly refusing to respond to all his attempts at psychotherapy. I was told
that living out my life without female companionship, which was probably what I
secretly wanted to do, was rare but not in itself unhealthy. Many highly respected
people in the past had done so, and made signifi-1 cant contributions to
philosophy and the sciences while devoting themselves to the religious celibate
life as writers -j and teachers, or by sublimating their sexual urges in scientific
research. . .”

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He broke off because Morredeth's body as well as its fur was showing increasing
agitation. The underlying bands of . muscle were going in and out of spasm,
causing it to twist and turn and bounce against the bed

"Are you all right?" he asked anxiously. "Shall I call the nurse?”

"No," said the Kelgian, the upper part of its body threatening to roll onto the floor.
"I don't want any more of yoill stupid interference.”

Hewlitt wondered if he should raise the screens so that the bed would be visible
from the nurses' station, then remembered that the other was probably on a
monitor. He looked at the writhing body again and said, "I was only trying to help
you.”

"Why are you doing this cruel thing?" said Morredeth. ] "Who told you to do this
to me?”

"I, I don't understand you," he said, feeling baffled. | "What did I say?”

"You are not a Kelgian," said Morredeth, "so you do not Mly understand the
mental hurt I feel. First you talked about stroking your furry pet, and then
apologized for your insen-1 sitivity. Now you are talking about yourself and the
impos-1 sibility of you ever finding a mate, but it is plain that you arel really
talking about me and my problems. You must have | been told to do this. When
Lioren tried to do these things to me earlier, I closed my ears. Who told you to talk
to me like this? Lioren? Braithwaite? The senior physician? And why?”

His first impulse was to deny everything, but that would have been unfair because
Kelgians did not know how to tell, nor would they expect to be told, a lie. Either
he should say nothing or tell the truth

"It was the Hudlar nurse," he said, "who asked me to talk to you.”

"But the Hudlar isn't a psychologist," Morredeth broke in. "Why did it do such a
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its behavior to the senior physician.”

Hewlitt tried to reduce the other's growing anger by saying, "Every person I ever
met thought they were good, if untrained, psychologists . . ," Including me, he
added silently. ". . . just as they believed themselves to be expert ground-car
drivers and in possession of a brilliant sense of humor. The trouble is,
psychologists rarely agree on their methods of treatment. Are you feeling pain?”

"No," said Morredeth, "anger.”

Considering the species of the patient, he thought, the words had to be accepted as
the literal truth. As he watched the increasing agitation and violence of the fur and
body movements, he wondered if he was seeing the Kelgian equivalent of bad
language that the other had no need to vocalize

"Don't be angry with the Hudlar nurse," he said. "It told me that Lioren had asked
and received permission from Senior Physician Medalont to reduce your night
sedation so that you would have more time alone to consider your position and,
they hoped, come to terms with it. To assist the process, the medical staff on night
duty was forbidden to speak to you apart from the few words required while
checking your life signs. The Hudlar did not agree with this form _ Out of concern
for your expected mental distress, and learning that I wanted to apologize for the
furry-pet business, it asked me to talk to you

"It did not tell me what to say," Hewlitt went on, "only that I should try to take
your mind off your troubles. Unfortunately I was not able to do that, but the fault
is mine and the Hudlar is not responsible for my insensitivity and your anger.”

"Then I shall not report its misconduct," said Morredeth. "But I am still angry.”

"I understand," said Hewlitt, "because in the beginning I felt the same anger,
frustration, and bitter disappointment. The embarrassment of knowing that my
friends were laughing and whispering behind my back and thinking of me as some
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"Your crippling was not plain for all to see," Morredeth broke in, a sudden,
muscular spasm bringing its body close to the edge of the bed. "My friends will
not whisper or laugh, they will be kind and avoid me so that I will not be able to
see their feelings of revulsion. You do not understand.”

"Try to lie still, dammit!" said Hewlitt. "You could fall out of bed and hurt
yourself. Stop rolling about like that.”

"If the sight displeases you, leave me," said Morredeth. "A Kelgian can sometimes
control but never conceal feel-) ings. Strong emotion is associated with
involuntary fur and body movement. Didn't you know that?”

No, but I know now, said Hewlitt under his breath. Aloud, he went on, "Even the
Earth psychologists say that relieving one's feelings is often better than keeping
them bottled up. But I don't want to leave, I'm supposed to be talking and helping
to take your mind off your troubles. I'm not doing a very good job so far, am I?”

"You are doing a terrible job," said Morredeth, "but stay if you want to.”

The violence of its body movements seemed to be diminishing, and Hewlitt
decided to take a risk by not changing the subject

"Thank you," he said. "And of course you are right. Your situation is much worse
than mine because it is permanent and visible to everyone. But that doesn't mean
that I cannot understand your feelings, because for many years I have shared the
same kind of problem in reduced intensity. I don't think that the emotional scars,
and my need to live and work alone and avoid personal social contact with
females, will ever heal completely. I do know how you must feel, but I also know
that you will not always feel so badly

"Have you ever thought that Lioren may be right and the Hudlar nurse wrong?" he
went on. "Or that it is better to face up to your problem here and now, in hospital
where help is available, instead of at home where you say you will be all alone?
Or that you will not always feel so badly as you do now? Pegple, Kelgians as well
as Earth-humans, can adapt to almost anything. ...”
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"You even talk like Lioren ..." began Morredeth, when it happened

The other's fur looked no more agitated than it had been a few minutes earlier and
the uncontrolled body movements had begun to subside, so that the spasm which
straightened Morredeth into a long, furry cylinder and rolled it over the edge of the
bed farthest from him was completely unexpected. Without taking time to think,
he grabbed its body with both hands to pull it back onto the bed. His fingers
tightened over the cover for the wound dressings and he checked the other's fall
just as the retaining tapes snapped and the fabric came away in his hands

The Kelgian gave a long, high-pitched moan like the sound of a falsetto foghorn;
then its body spasmed again and rolled back to the opposite side of the bed on top
of him

Hewlitt half fell, half slid onto the floor with Morredeth on top of him

"Nurse!" he yelled

"I'm here," said the Hudlar, who was already inside the screens and looming over
them. "Are you injured, Patient Hewlitt?”

"N-no," he stammered. "At least, not so far.”

"Good," said the nurse. "The DBLF classification have never used their feet as
natural weapons so you will probably remain in an undamaged condition. I require
assistance for a few moments but I am unwilling to waste time, orl appear
incapable of dealing with a simple emergency, by j calling for a nurse from
another ward. Are you willing to I assist me?”

Me assist you? Hewlitt thought. The sound he made did • not translate even to
himself, but the Hudlar took it as an j affirmative

"Your present position on the floor is ideal for our pur-, pose," it went on, "which
is to help me hold Patient Morre-| deth still. Please put your arms around it and

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grip its bacltj fur in both hands. Tighter than that, please, you will not! cause pain.
Regrettably, four of my limbs are needed to sup-1 port my body mass, which
leaves one to help you immobi-1 lize the patient and one to administer the
sedative. GoodJ that's it exactly.”

With both hands trying to grip the fur and the inside ofl his forearms pressing
against its back, and helped by the one| Hudlar tentacle gently but firmly
encircling its neck, he] strove to keep Morredeth still while the nurse located the!
correct injection site. The Kelgian was still making its highf pitched, moaning
sound while trying its hardest to escape | from between his arms by walking up his
stomach, chest, i and face with its twenty-odd feet. Fortunately the legs were i
short, thin, and not heavily muscled and the feet, which had . no toenails or other
bony terminations, were like small, hard nonges, so he felt as if he were being
continually prodded with padded drumsticks. The experience was disconcerting
rather than painful. Morredeth's exertions must have been making it perspire,
because he was aware of an increasing body odor that smelled faintly of
peppermint

He was aware of a sudden feeling of weakness in every muscle of his body, as if
his strength had been drained away from him, and there was a hot, tingling
sensation in his hands and bare arms where the skin was in contact with fur that
was curling and twisting against his palms and between his fingers. The
experience was so alien, and ticklish, that he had to make an effort not to laugh.
Suddenly Morredeth arched its back and tried to twist free and he almost lost his
grip"Sorry, my hands are sweating," he said. "It nearly got away just then.”

"You are doing well, Patient Hewlitt," said the nurse, replacing the hypodermic
sprayer in its satchel. "In a few seconds more I will be finished. Your temporary
loss of grip may have been due to your digits encountering fur that is covered by
the oily medication used on the dressings in addition to. the patient's perspiration.
Also, I have learned that Earth-human DBDGs sweat from the palms of the hands
even when the process is not accompanied by a marked rise in body activity and
temperature. It can be an indication of a severe emotional reaction to a situation
that is or is likely to become stressful....”

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"But my palms are sweating," Hewlitt broke in, in an attempt to head off another
of the nurse's medical lectures, "all the way up to the elbows.”

"Either way," the Hudlar went on, "you are at no risk. Kelgian pathogens cannot
cross the planetary species' barrier and ... ah, I believe Patient Morredeth is
beginning to relax.”

The Kelgian's leg movements had ceased and its body was becoming a dead
weight across Hewlitt's stomach and chest. With two tentacles free now, the nurse
inserted them on each side of the body's center of gravity and lifted Morre, deth
onto the bed. By the time Hewlitt had scrambled to his feet, it had arranged the
other's limp body in the flattened § shape that resting Kelgians seemed to find
comfortable and was replacing the loosened dressings, but not before he caught a
glimpse of the large area of uncovered skin and lank, discolored fur

"Patient Hewlitt," the Hudlar went on, "please wash the Kelgian medication from
your hands. It will not harm you but you may find the smell unpleasant. Then
return to youf bed and try to sleep. I will check later to see if you have sus-;-tained
any minor abrasions that the excitement of the j moment may have driven from
your mind

"Before you go," it went on, "I must apologize for my late arrival. Your medical
monitor includes an audio pickup and| recording device so that the data is
available for later study. It was obvious from the way the conversation was going
thatf something like this might happen and that a fast-acting sedar,J tive shot
would be needed. The medication is new and I anjjj required to double-check with
Pathology, if a senior ward medic is not present, before administering it. That was
why ; I did not arrive until you were calling for help.”

Hewlitt laughed. "And all the time I was thinking that your response time was
impressively fast. But if the conver^ sation with Morredeth was being recorded,
does this meanj you will be in trouble over what you said, or rather what fl said
you said, about your disagreement over your instruc-| tions for withdrawing
Morredeth's sedation and forbidding;! you to speak to it at night? "How is it now?"

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he added. "Are you sure it will be all right?”

There was no way of telling what the other was thinking, but Hewlitt had the
feeling that it was worried as it said, "Several people, including Medalont,
Leethveeschi, and Lioren will study your monitor's voice recording, and many
words of criticism will be spoken to me. But you must have ticed that Hudlars
have thicker skins than most other life-forms. Thank you for your concern, Patient
Hewlitt, and ow will you please return to your bed. Morredeth is well and sleeping
peacefully—”

It broke off then, because the involuntary ripplings of the Kelgian's fur had slowed
almost to a stop. The tip of one of the nurse's free tentacles moved quickly to a
point close to the base of Morredeth's skull, the digits apparently feeling for a
pulse; then it reached into the equipment pouch and came out grasping a scanner,
which it moved to two separate positions on the patient's chest. The other tentacle
tip stabbed at a key on the communicator, and on the ceiling above the bed a red
light began a steady, urgent blinking

"Resuscitation team," it said. "Ward Seven, bed twelve, classification Kelgian
DBLF. Estimated five seconds into cardiac arrest, both hearts. . . . Patient Hewlitt,
go back to bed. Now.”

Hewlitt backed away from the bedside, unable to take his eyes off the still body
and fur until he was outside the screens, but he did not go to bed. Instead he
waited close by until the resuscitation team with its equipment float arrived, less
than a minute later. The red light in the ceiling ceased its flashing and there was a
sudden absence of sound as a hush field went up around Morredeth's position

That must have been done to avoid disturbing the sleeping patients, he thought,
and not just to stop him from listening to what was going on. He was not sure how
long he waited in the darkness, watching the moving shadows that were being
projected onto the bed screens, and straining to hear what they were saying, until
the team members emerged. But his curiosity went unsatisfied and his concern
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nurse, its large shadow unmovine remained inside the screens

He waited for what seemed a very long time, but the Hudlar did not leave
Morredeth's bedside. Feeling sad and guilty and disappointed, he turned away and
walked to the bathroom to wash the traces of Kelgian medication from his hands
and arms; then he went back to his bed to lie with higs eyes closed.

Twice during the rest of the night he heard the Hudl^ moving quietly along the
ward as it checked on the sleeping patients and the one who was only pretending
to sleep, but it did not have to speak to him, because his monitor was giv^: ing it
all the clinical information it required. Probably the nurse was feeling responsible
for what had happened, because it had been its suggestion that Hewlitt talk to?
Morredeth. But he felt responsible as well, and he was, almost afraid to speak to it.
Instead he lay still and quiet, wondering how it was possible for him to cause a
person's death simply by talking to it, and feeling worse both physically and
mentally than he had ever felt in his entire life. J He was still awake and
wondering when the ward lights were switched on and the day staff came on duty

CHAPTER 14
The morning medical round was both abbreviated and I incomplete. Senior
Physician Medalont was accompanied by Charge Nurse Leethveeschi rather than
the usual group of trainees; they visited only the most seriously ill patients, and
spent most of their time at Morredeth's bed, which was still surrounded by screens
and a hush field

They were still there when Horrantor and Bowab stopped by his bed on their way
from the bathroom. It was the Duthan who spoke first

"We don't feel like playing scremman today," Bowab said. "Nobody seems to
know what happened to Morredeth. I tried to ask a Kelgian nurse, but you know
Kelgians, they either tell you the truth about everything or say nothing at all. Do
you know anything?”


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Hewlitt was still feeling guilty over his part in the incident, and he would have
preferred not to talk about it. But these two had been Morredeth's friends, or a
least shortterm, hospital acquaintances, and they had a right to know He did not
want to lie to them, but not being a Kelgian, he could edit the truth

"There was an emergency," he said. "The nurse called the resuscitation team and
said that Morredeth's hearts had stopped. When they arrived they put up a hush
field around the bed. I don't know what happened after that.”

"We must have slept through it," said Horrantor. "But the Hudlar is nice and likes
talking. Maybe it will tell us everything when it comes on duty tonight—" It broke
off to point toward the nurses' station. "Look who's coming down the ward with
Padre Lioren. Thornnastor! What is it doing here?”

The creature belonged to the same species as Horrantor, but its body was larger,
its hide had a great many more wrinkles, and it was, of course, walking on six
rather than five feet. The question answered itself when they stopped at
Morredeth's position and it disappeared with Lioren behind the screens. A Kelgian
nurse guiding an antigravity stretcher with its canopy opened arrived a few
minutes later and followed them inside

"It must be pretty crowded in there by now," said Horrantor

There was no reply and the silence lengthened. In an attempt to erase the mind-
picture of Morredeth lying on the bed with its fur completely motionless, he said,
"Who is Thornnastor?”

"We've never met, you understand," said Horrantor, "but it must be Thornnastor
because it is the only Tralthan in Sector General who is qualified to wear
diagnostician's insignia. It is the diagnostician-in-charge of Pathology. .They say it
rarely leaves its lab, and usually it sees people only when they are dead or in small
bits.”

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"Sorry," said the Tralthan, "it was an insensitive choice of words___Look, they're
coming out.”

The Kelgian nurse emerged first and undulated toward the ward entrance, guiding
the litter, which now had its canopy closed, followed by Thornnastor, Medalont,
and Leethveeschi. The screens rose into their ceiling slots to show Lioren looking
at the empty bed with all four of its eyes. When the Tarlan moved a few seconds
later it did not follow the others

"It's heading this way," said Bowab, in the growling, overloud equivalent of a
Duthan whisper. "Hewlitt, I think it is looking at you.”

Lioren continued looking at him with two of its eyes while it approached and
stopped at his bed. The other two it directed at Bowab and Horrantor as it said,
"My apologies for the interruption, friends, but would this be a convenient time
for me to have a private conversation with Patient Hewlitt?”

"Of course, Padre," said Horrantor. Bowab added, "We were just leaving.”

It waited until the others had moved away; then it said, "I trust this is a convenient
time for you. Are you willing to talk to me now?”

Hewlitt did not reply at first. This was the first time that he had seen the Padre at
close range, and the information given in the library tape he had studied had not
prepared him for the actuality. The Tarlan physiological classification was BRLH,
an erect quadrupedal life-form with its four short legs supporting a tapering, cone-
shaped body. Four long, multi-jointed, medial arms for heavy lifting and handling
sprouted from waist level, and another four that were suited to more delicate work
encircled the base of the neck. Spaced equally around the head were four eyes
whose stalks were capable of independent motion. An adult Tarlan was supposed
to stand eight feet tall, but Lioren was above average in height and body mass.
Close up it was an intimidating sight and, after the events of the previous night, he
was not sure that it would have kind words to say to him. Instead of answering he
asked another question, the one that had been troubling his mind for the past six
hours
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"What happened to Morredeth?”

The Tarlan's strange, convoluted countenance was no eas' ier to read than a
Hudlar's as it said. "We don't know what happened to Morredeth, but it is well
now, and has no probj lems.”

Considering Lioren's profession and remembering \ Morredeth's newly vacant bed,
those were the words of con,j solation that a padre would be expected to use to a
bereaved relative or friend. They were the words that he had been hoping not to
hear

The busy sounds of the ward faded as Lioren reached forward with a medial hand
to turn on the hush-field projector. He had no idea which facial orifice it was using
to speak, but the voice was quiet and gentle as it said, "There appears ton be three
people who carry varying degrees of responsibility for what happened to Patient
Morredeth. The Hudlar nurseâ„¢ myself, and you. I would like to begin by talking
about your -;; contribution.”

Before Hewlitt could reply, it went on, "The Hudlar has already told you that all of
your conversations since a your monitor was fitted have been recorded and added
toM your case history for later study. This was done without your ' knowledge or
consent because of the unusual nature of the case. Medalont felt that your words
would be less inhibited and clinically more valuable, even though most of the
recorded material would be extraneous and useless, if you were kept in ignorance
of what was being done. Now you know that everything you say is being recorded,
but I am less interested in words about yourself, than in your emotional reaction to
Patient Morredeth's injury. Did you have strong feelings about its disfigurement,
and are you willing to talk about them?”

Hewlitt began to relax. He had been expecting criticism from Lioren and had only
now reali/ed that a hospital padre would not use harsh or critical words

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about Morredeth other than the sympathy one feels for the misfortune of someone
who is not a close friend. When I discovered how badly the damaged fur was
affecting it, I tried to help by talking about the problem I'd had during my teens
and early twenties. I must have said the wrong things.”

"In a very difficult emotional situation," said Lioren, "you tried to say the right
things. Some of the things you did say were ... Is the problem you discussed with
Morredeth solved, or not? Your case history says that you have not taken a life-
mate or formed any short-term partnerships.”

Wondering why the conversation had veered from Morredeth's troubles to his
own, he said, "The problem isn't solved, I am not comfortable in female company
even though my attraction and initial physical response to them was and is normal.
I am afraid of a recurrence of the embarrassment, the embarrassment of both
partners, and the pain that comes instead of the intense pleasure that should follow
consummation. It is a situation which I have no wish to repeat.. . . Why are you
asking me about this? Are you criticizing my behavior in some fashion? Do you
think it is a moral rather than a medical question?”

"It is a medical question," Lioren replied without hesitation. "But if the matter
troubles you to the extent that you might be helped by spiritual guidance or
reassurance, please tell me. I have a wide knowledge of the tenets and beliefs of
the principal religions practiced throughout the Federation and may be able to help
you. I am very interested in your own religious beliefs if you hold any. If you do
not, then please rest your mind. I am not going to preach or prosely.' tize

"One of the reasons for asking the question," it went on "is that I no longer
practice medicine, but I have some experience in the field and sometimes enjoy
trying to second-guess my former colleagues. At worst it is a venial offense a
small sin of pride. And who am I to criticize another being who prefers the
celibate life?”

"Sorry, Padre," said Hewlitt, "I'm feeling antisocial this morning. What did you
want to know?”

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Lioren made a low, gurgling sound that did not translate and said, "Everything you
are willing to tell me. But first, you still appear to be sensitive about your, ah,
extended-puberty, but this matter was fully covered during your con] versation
with Morredeth so we will ignore it for now.j Instead I would like to know if there
were any other episodes, physical, psychological, or religious, which alsoq
troubled you even though they were considered unimportant"-] or of too minor a
nature for your medics to record them in j your case notes. Do you remember any
past incidents of that| nature?”

"If they didn't go into my case notes," said Hewlitt, "I may have forgotten them.
Whenever I thought there was| anything seriously wrong with me I had the bad
habit ofl complaining about it, loudly and often.”

Lioren was silent for a moment". When it spoke again it seemed to be
uncomfortable and it was regarding him with \ all four of its eyes

"You are a very strange case, Patient Hewlitt," it said. I "From our study of your
recorded conversations with! Medalont, Braithwaite, the Hudlar nurse, and your
three'j cardplaying friends, and especially from the sensitivity dis-1 played during
last night's dialogue with Morredeth, we have 1 decided that there is little wrong
with your mind. Making \ due allowance for mental effects left by your lifelong
war j with the medical profession, you have displayed a personality that is stable
and well integrated. If there is a psychology 'cal component to your problem,
which we are beginning to , ubt it is so deeply buried that we can find no trace of
it.”

"I kept telling everybody that it wasn't my imagination . . " began Hewlitt

Lioren continued as if he hadn't spoken. "As well, you are a remarkably healthy
specimen of an Earth-human DBDG. Apart from the inexplicable cardiac arrest on
the evening of your arrival, your monitor has shown optimum clinical readings
since you were admitted. The present slight lowering of life-sign indications we
attribute to your night spent without sleep while, I have no doubt, you were
thinking about Morredeth.”

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"So I have a healthy mind in a superman's body," he said, making no attempt to
hide his anger. He was about to be discharged from the hospital, as had happened
so often in the past, as some nonspecific type of malingerer. "Thank you for yet
another confirmation of that fact, Padre. What do you want me to tell you?”

The Tarlan leaned over his bed and opened its mouth. For the first time he saw its
very large teeth and felt its breath on his face as it spoke. He felt pleased with
himself that he was able to stay in bed and not run terror-stricken up the ward. One
could become used to anything in this place

"I don't know," the Padre said. "Anything. Everything. Something that will enable
me, as you Earth-humans say, to get my teeth into this problem.”

"Teeth?" said Hewlitt, his eyes still on the other's open mouth. He forced a laugh
and went on, "As a matter of fact I did have some trouble with my teeth. It was
when I was a child, on Etla, but it was a minor problem. I was seven years old and
the first two of my second set of teeth were beginning to grow and the old ones
were refusing to come out. My mouth was painful, but I was more worried about
not getting money from the tooth fairy in exchange for the loosened teeth when I
left them on my pillow during the night. Do youl know about the Earth tooth
fairy? I'll tell you about it later When the third new tooth pushed up and the old
one stayed in place, our dentist lost patience and pulled out all three of the old
ones. After that my teeth behaved normally and the money was waiting on the
pillow as expected. But I don't think the tooth business is important.”

"Who knows what is important in your case," said the Padre, "but in this instance I
agree with you. Are there any other unrecorded and possibly unimportant
incidents you can remember?”

The longer Hewlitt talked the more he remembered. A few of the minor incidents,
he was surprised to discover, had been included in his case history. The rest was a
boring cat-alogue of the usual childhood and teenage skin eruptions and rashes,
none of them serious or long-lasting, and the accidentally cut fingers, bumps on
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had always healed quickly, even when they had looked at first to be serious
enough to require sutures

"I didn't like doctors when I was young," he went on, "because they insisted on
prescribing medication that made me feel worse instead of better. At first I thought
Medalont was going to do the same, but instead it took me off all medication and,
apart from the arrest on the first night, there has been no trouble. Shall I go on,
Padre? Is this the kind of information you're looking for?”

"I don't know what I'm looking for, Patient Hewlitt," said the Tarlan, "or if I'd
recognize it if I found it. But if all you and your many doctors say is true, and
taking into account the two inexplicable clinical episodes that have involved you
since you came here, there is only one obvious explanation that remains. Naturally
it is more obvious to me than to you even though I myself am most reluctant to
accept it.”

The Tarlan was leaning so far .over the bed that Hewlitt wondered if its bottom-
heavy, inherently stable body would overbalance and fall on him. The features
were unreadable but its tension could almost be felt

"Patient Hewlitt," it said, "are you a member of a. religious sect?”

"No," he said

"Before they died in the flyer accident," it went on, leaning even closer, "were
your parents or subsequently your grandparents members of such a sect? It may
have been very small, probably restricted in numbers because of its inability to
proselytize among a largely materialistic population, but it would have been
highly moral, intensely devout, and utterly certain in its beliefs. Even though you
were very young at the time, did your parents or grandparents, or perhaps a
teacher at school, instruct you in the beliefs and disciplines of such a faith?”

"No," he said again

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so now.”

Its body swayed backward until it was upright again, and Hewlitt was not sure
whether the movement signified a relaxation of tension or disappointment

"I'm sorry, Padre," he said. "When you mentioned religion to me earlier, and I
refused your offer of spiritual consolation, I assumed that you would know that I
was not a religious person. Why are you asking so many religious questions? I
have never been a believer.”

When it replied, Hewlitt was glad that a hush field was around his bed, because
the Padre's voice would have carried to the other end of the ward. It said, "I am
asking them because they must be asked, and because religious beliefs can often
have a strong effect on a psychological or medical condition. Mostly I am asking
them because of what you did last night

"As a result of you speaking to Patient Morredeth," it continued without lowering
its voice, "and even though its clinical condition was giving no cause for concern
at the time, the patient became emotionally distressed, culminating in severe
convulsions. You assisted the duty nurse by restraining the patient while a sedative
shot was administered, but by then both of its hearts had arrested. While the
activity could never be described as dignified, much less solemn, the process that
is called 'the laying on of hands' took place

"When the resuscitation team arrived they were very irritated," it went on, its
voice quieter but not quiet, "because they had been called to the same ward twice
in two days on emergencies that had turned out to be false alarms. Thom-nastor is
completely baffled, a condition rare indeed in the diagnostician-in-charge of
Pathology, and has transferred Morredeth to its lab for closer investigation into an
incident that is completely without precedent. And Patient Morredeth is happy
because its missing and damaged areas of fur have regrown good as new.”

Lioren paused, and an almost plaintive note entered its voice as it said, "To a
hospital with the reputation of performing medical miracles routinely, a real one is
a major embarrassment. A miraculous cure is, well, disquieting even to me
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"Do you have any other explanation, Patient Hewlitt?”

CHAPTER 15
During the week following Morredeth's transfer to Pathology, Hewlitt noticed a
change in everyone's behavior toward him, but there was nothing so definite or
unpleasant that it warranted a complaint. Senior Physician Medalont's words to
him were few and had nothing to do with his case, Charge Nurse Leethveeschi
was almost polite, his Hudlar nurse was friendly but less talkative, and, when he
tried to play three-handed scremman with Patients Hor-rantor and Bowab, it
seemed that they had both developed-a speech impediment. Everyone around him,
to use a phrase much favored by his grandmother, was walking on eggs

The only being who was willing to talk to him at length was Lioren, whose visits
seemed always to end in long, unresolved, and often heated religious arguments
that the other, because of his often stated lack of beliefs, preferred to call
philosophical debates. Whatever they were, they shortened his days and kept his
mind busy far into the intervening nights, and for that he was grateful. Even so,
the Padre would not have been his first choice as the most amusing of
companions, especially, as now, when it was trying to steer the conversation once
again onto the increasingly tiresome subject of what could have happened to
Morredeth's fur

"When I spoke to Morredeth earlier today," said the TarIan, "it told me that
Pathology could find nothing wrong with it. There were no signs of a deterioration
in its newly regenerated fur and, in its opinion, Thornnastor is running out of
reasons for keeping it under observation and must soon allow it to go home. In
case it doesn't see you again, it sends good wishes and thanks for whatever it was
you did to cure it. . ..”

"But I didn't do anything," Hewlitt broke in, "except 1 wrestle with it. I told you to
tell it that.”

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grateful. It has trouble believing in miracles, too.”

"There are no miracles," said Hewlitt, not for the first time. "There are just natural
laws that we don't understand or haven't discovered yet. Because we understand
how this one works, it is one miracle we perform several times a day without even
thinking about it. Right?”

As he spoke, Hewlitt switched on the bedside communi-cator and keyed in the
library menu, wondering if Lioren I might take the hint and go away. It had not
done so on pre-vious occasions and the Padre was nothing if not consistent. "A
few centuries ago, vision transmission would have been a miracle," Lioren agreed,
and went on, "Morredeth is| very pleased and proud about the overall condition of
its fur-It. insisted on me placing my hands along its flanks and feeling the
thickness and mobility which, it claimed, has never before felt so good. On Tarla
such an activity is conducted only in circumstances of intimacy and deep
emotional involvement, but Morredeth wanted me to feel its fur and at such times
I can be a complete moral coward. The sensation ' was peculiar, unexpected, and
very difficult to describe. I felt .-”

"Utterly ridiculous?" asked Hewlitt. "That was how I felt when the same thing
happened with Horrantor. Medalont asked me, as a clinical experiment, to lay my
hands on the Tralthan's damaged limb. According to the senior physician,
Horrantor's leg injury has complications that are slow to respond to treatment.
Medalont, Leethveeschi, two Orligian nurses, and the resuscitation team were
standing by in case something dramatic happened. I think they were all relieved,
even Horrantor, when nothing did

"There was no second miracle. Sorry.”

"No need to apologize," said Lioren. "I feel like they did. Miracles make me very
uncomfortable and insecure in my beliefs and disbeliefs, and I would as soon have
proof that they did not happen.”

"They don't, Padre," said Hewlitt. "Can we talk about something else?”

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"It must be nice to feel such certainty," said Lioren, flexing its medial arms in a
gesture that would probably have meant something to another Tarlan. "But I
wonder if, in all the vastness of space and time and the immutable laws of cause
and effect and perfect balance of forces that is Creation, there isn't room for the
occasional miracle. But why did it happen here?”

Hewlitt shook his head, seeing no chance of getting away from the interminable
subject of Morredeth's fur and the inevitable religious argument, and said, "It
didn't happen here. Miracles are impossible, Padre. If they were to exist in your
big, complicated, well-ordered universe, or Creation as you call it, they would be
out of place, a defect in the perfect Scheme of Things. There is simply no room for
miracles in your universe.”

"An interesting philosophical idea," said Lioren. "It suggests that our Creation is
flawed because an apparently, supernatural event or events took place within it.
Bearing in mind the hypothetical attributes of the Supreme Being, why' should He,
She, or It create an imperfection of any kind?" "I don't know," he replied. "This
isn't my area of expe tise. But can we suppose that this universe was created as
prototype, an early model that requires modification and; little fine-tuning from
time to time. The intrusion of random supernatural events into a universe
supposedly based on natural laws might be evidence of this tinkering. Thank
God.... Oops, just a figure of speech, Padre ... it doesn't happen very often.”

"If you believe that.. ." the other began. "I am not believing anything, Padre, just
talking." The Tarlan was silent for a moment, then it said, "If this universe is
imperfect, that presupposes, eternity being what I it is, without beginning or end,
that there was, is, will be one 1 that is perfect. Would you like to, ah, just talk
about that for awhile?”

"I haven't had a chance to think it out properly," he replied, smiling, "so I am
making it up as I go along. Unlike this universe, everything would be perfect.
There would be 1 no natural laws, because if they were present it would mean that
it, too, had faults and was in need of tinkering. There would be no time, no space,
no physical or mental restrictions so that every event that took place would be

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miraculous. I expect you, and the other believers living in this imperfect creation,
would call it Heaven." "Go on," said Lioren

Hewlitt said, "The difficulty I and an awful lot of other people have with religions
is that they do not adequately explain why there is so much evil, or more
accurately, tragic accidents, natural disasters, and illness, gross misbehavior in
individuals and groups toward each other and, in short, so much suffering in this
universe. Living in an imperfect Creation would go a long way to explaining why
these things happen* especially when there is the expectation of moving to the
perfected universe after death

"This is a pretty heretical theory," Hewlitt ended. "I hope my irreverence hasn't
offended you, Padre?”

"I agree," said Lioren. "Heretical and irreverent, but not entirely new to me. To do
my work here I need a wide knowledge of the religious beliefs and practices of
many worlds, and often the many religions practiced on a single world. I am
reminded of the writings of an Earth-human theologian called Augustine who was
in the habit of wondering aloud, but in reality asking polite but awkward questions
of its God. One of the questions was 'What were You doing before You made the
universe?' There is no record of this Augustine person ever receiving an answer, at
least not during its lifetime on Earth, but you have taken the idea a stage further by
suggesting that the Creator of All Things has produced a prototype which we are
still inhabiting

"I am not offended or even surprised, Patient Hewlitt," it went on. "Where other-
species' religious beliefs are concerned, nothing surprises me. But the VTXM Telfi
single entity I have been visiting these past few days came very close to doing so.
It, they, share the belief that they were created in God's image, but that their
omniscient and all-powerful Creator is composed of an infinite number of small,
weak, and individually stupid entities like themselves who together make up a
Supreme Being which one day they hope to join

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linking together into a gestalt of individually specialized beings, it is
understandable why they would believe such a thing. But I found it very difficult
at first to understand or talk to it about the infinite number of persons that will
make up its one God, or to give the spiritual consolation it needs. Of course, there
are many religions which believe that there is a small part of God in every
thinking creature. ... Do you know anything about the Telfi?”

"A little," said Hewlitt, still trying to steer the other away from the subject of
theology and, by association, miracles. "There was a brief entry in the nonmedical
library's listing of Federation citizens. They operate in groups as contact telepaths
to pool their mental and physical abilities. They live by absorbing the combination
and varying intensities of hard radiation that bathes their home world, which
circles very close to the parent sun. For travel off-planet their ship life-support
radiation has to be reproduced artificially. Sometimes the environmental systems
malfunction and, if they are lucky, they are rescued and end up here. But they are
radiation-eaters, and no ordinary person could get close enough to them to talk and
hope to go on living. Did you use a communicator or wear protective armor?”

"Thank you for the implication that I might be an extraordinary person," said the
Padre. It made an untranslatable, Tarlan sound and went on, "But the answer to
both questions is no. There is a fallacy among nonmedics that the Telfi cannot be
closely approached or touched without the use of remotely controlled
manipulators. To live they must absorb the radiation normally provided by their
natural environment but when, for clinical reasons, the radiation is withdrawn for
several days and they are weak from their equivalent of hunger, their radioactive
emissions drop to a harmless level. When one of them was withdrawn from its
treatment chamber during my visit, I was close enough to be able to touch it,
which I did

"That is one patient," Lioren ended, "who really needs a miracle.”

It was obvious that the Padre felt sorry for the Telfi, and Hewlitt sympathized with
its feelings, but the subject had returned to miracles. He decided to go on the
offensive, as inoffensively as possible, and said, "If you are suggesting that I lay

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my hands on a Telfi, forget it. Surely the proper method of achieving a miracle is
for you or the patient to pray for one. A miracle is supposed to be a supernatural
occurrence, not something that is dependent on the cooperation of an unbelieving
middleman. If you don't believe that. Padre, what do you believe?”

"I cannot tell you what I believe," said Lioren. "In the interests of the patients who
might be unfairly influenced i1 I was to speak of my own beliefs, I am obliged not
to divulge that information.”

"But why?" said Hewlitt. "What possible difference could your personal beliefs
make to an unbeliever?”

"I don't know," Lioren replied, "that's the problem. I have detailed knowledge of
more than two hundred religions tha are practiced, or more often not practiced,
throughout the Federation. My function here is to listen sympathetically, tx give
reassurance, encouragement, or consolation to the ter minally ill or seriously
troubled patients in whatever way seems appropriate. Because of my background,
which you must be aware of by now but are too polite to mention, then are always
a few patients who want more than reassurance In their distress they come to
respect and trust me and, erro neously, to think that I know best. They want
religious cer tainties which they think that I, with my wide knowledge and
experience in dealing with their kind of problems, ca: provide. This I cannot do,
because I must not take advantag of their confused and frightened state to compare
one reli gion with another, or to suggest one which I think is the true one. No
matter how wild and incredible some of their beliei are, influencing an entity to
change or even doubt its ow religion, however small or temporary that change or
dout might be, is a responsibility I will not accept. I played Go only once and I
shall not do so ever again.”

The Padre made another untranslatable sound and said,' am particularly careful
with unbelievers. It would be a terrible thing if some time in the future my words
were to turn you toward religion.”

"Now that," said Hewlitt, laughing, "would take a real miracle.”

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Lioren's reply was silenced by the sudden arrival of Leethveeschi, who gestured
toward the ward entrance and said, "Patient Hewlitt, prepare yourself for visitors.
Diagr nosticians Thornnastor and Conway, Senior Physicians Medalont and
Prilicla, and Pathologist Murchison are here to see you. With that collection of
high-powered medical talent interesting themselves in your case, I do not foresee
you remaining here as a patient for long. Padre Lioren, Prilicla apologizes for
interrupting your conversation and asks if you would please distance yourself from
the patient and wait with the others so that your presence will not interfere with its
investigation.”

"Of course," said Lioren

He watched it move up the ward to join the group that was standing and, in one
case, hovering about thirty meters away. He barely noticed Medalont and the
Tralthan and Earth-human diagnosticians, Thornnastor and Conway, or even the
mature but strikingly beautiful female Earth-human who had to be Pathologist
Murchison, because all of his attention was focused on the enormous but
incredibly fragile insect that was flying on three sets of slowly beating, iridescent
wings toward him

As it drifted to a halt above his bed and he felt the faint downdraft from its wings,
Hewlitt remembered that he had always disliked insects, and the larger they were
the more he wanted to swat them. But this one was the most delicate and beautiful
creature he had ever seen. Even his tongue was paralyzed with wonder

"Thank you, friend Hewlitt," it said, the quiet trilling and clicking sound of its
speech forming an almost musical background to the translated words. "Your
emotional radiation is pleasant and most complimentary. I am Prilicla.”

"What," he said, finding both his voice and his anxiety again, "what exactly are
you going to do to me?”

"I have already done all that is necessary, friend Hewlitt," it replied, "so there is no
reason for your anxiety.”

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The others who had been waiting must have overheard it, because they were
moving closer. When they had gathered around his bed, Prilicla raised its voice
and went on, "At the present time there are no detectable abnormalities present in
Patient Hewlitt's mind, nor were there during my earlier examination of Patient
Morredeth, who should now be discharged and sent home without further delay. I
feel the disappointment in all of you, naturally, and I am sorry. So far as I am
concerned I can feel absolutely nothing wrong with the patient

"Friend Hewlitt," it went on as it made a feather-light landing on the bottom of his
bed, "how would you like a ride in an ambulance?”

He saw Prilicla^s body begin to tremble and realized that the empath must be
sharing his own feelings of anger and bitter disappointment, feelings that he had
suffered so often in the past. He said, "Don't try to humor me, dammit! You think
there's nothing wrong with me and you're going to send me home.”

"Well, not exactly," said Prilicla. "This time the ambulance will be taking the
patient from hospital to the scene of the original accident.”

CHAPTER 16
 Even though his stay in Ward Seven had just about obliterated all traces of his
xenophobia, Hewlitt was relieved to discover that on this particular ambulance the
Earth-human DBDGs were in a majority of five to three

During nonmedical operations, he learned, the special ambulance ship Rhabwar
was commanded by a very serious young officer called Major Fletcher, while
three other Monitor Corps lieutenants, Haslam, Chen, and Dodds, were
responsible for communications, engineering, and astroga-tion, respectively. Since
Hewlitt was not allowed to leave the casualty deck, he would have little contact
with any of them or they with the medical team unless the ship was called to a
medical emergency requiring their presence on the casulty deck. If that happened,
command transferred to the team's senior medical officer, who turned out to be the
empathic Cinrusskin GLNO Prilicla, until the emergency was resolved

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He had been surprised, and later, when he came to know her better, very pleased,
to find that the empath's principal assistant was Pathologist Murchison. The
remaining two medics were a Kelgian DBLF specialist in heavy rescue operations,
Charge Nurse Naydrad, and Dr. Danalta, who was physiological classification
TOBS and the most alien and, at times, familiar creature that Hewlitt had ever
seen or expected to see

Danalta was a polymorph who could make itself look like anything or anyone, and
it loved to show off. But when it was the shape-changer's turn to watch over him,
especially when he was expected to sleep and not talk, it sat on the deck by his
bedside like a lumpy, green pear that was featureless except for the single, large
eye and ear that it extruded for the purpose

Except for the natural sleeping periods prescribed for Earth-human DBDG
patients, he was not confined to bed

During his first day on board, there was one very thorough physical examination,
which included the withdrawal of tissue and blood specimens. While it was being
done, the entire medical team stood and hovered around his bed, displaying a
degree of readiness that was hair-raising in its implications while radiating a level
of anxiety that even he could feel, in case he reacted in some clinically
melodramatic fashion. Apart from that one examination nothing whatever was
done for or to him and, because he had not reacted in any fashion whatever, they
spent the next two days asking him endless questions while trying to avoid
answering his

Pathologist Murchison was a fellow Earth-human as well as being closer in
personality and appearance to Hewlitt's idea of what a medical guardian angel
should look like. The next time she was on Casualty watch, he tried to start a
polite argument with her in the hope that she, at least, would let something slip
that would tell him what they were planning to do with him

Hewlitt knew that he did not have to control his irritation because Prilicla was
resting in its cabin and out of empathic range. He began, "Everyone seems to be

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asking me the same questions that Medalont and all my other doctors have already
asked many times, and I am giving the same answers. I'd like to help if I can, but
how? You won't answer questions or tell me anything at all about my condition.
What do you think is wrong with me, and why won't you tell me what you are
trying to do about it?”

The pathologist swung around in her seat at the diagnostic console and looked
away from its big viewscreen, which had been displaying a succession of still
images that resembled the top surfaces of slabs of pink and purple-veined marble,
but were more likely to be sections of other-species tissue with spmething nasty
wrong with them. Maybe, Hewlitt thought, she had been expecting the pictures to
bore him to sleep

She gave a long sigh, and said, "This information would have been given to you
during the post-landing briefing tomorrow but, seeing that there has been no
change in your clinical condition over the past three days, there is no good reason
for keeping it from you until then. You will not like the answers I give you
because ,..”

"Is, is it bad news?" he broke in. "I'd rather know the worst. I think.”

"If you want answers," she said, "don't interrupt This is embarrassing for me as it
is.”

Embarrassing for yon, Hewlitt thought. He said, "I'm sorry, please go on.”

She nodded, then said, "It is not good news, or bad news, it is no news. First, we
kept asking the same questions in the hope that you would tell us something new,
something you omitted to tell Medalont or the others, something that we can
believe and act upon. According to Prilicla, your emotional radiation indicates that
you are not consciously lying, but the truth you are telling us is not helpful at all.
Your second question, what is wrong with you. Well, so far as we have been able
to discover, you are not only well, you are an unusually fit and healthy specimen
of an Earth-human male DBDG. The answer is that nothing is wrong with you.”

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She took a deep breath that expanded the spectacular chest inside her tight, white
coveralls, further reminding him that he was a healthy male, and went on, "That
being the case, Patient Hewlitt, we should declare you a healthy hypochondriac
with psychological problems and tell you to go home and stop wasting our time as
many of your other medics have done in the past. ...”

She held up one small, well-formed hand and said, "No, don't elevate your blood
pressure, we aren't going to do that. At least, not until we have found an
explanation for your strange early case history and the more recent regeneration of
Morredeth's damaged fur, which may or may not be related. We are hoping to find
the relationship, if there is one, on Etla. That is where the initial strange
occurrences took place, and where your help, advice, and memories of those early
episodes will be much appreciated during the investigation

"So the answer to your third question," she ended, smiling, "is that we don't know
what to do with you.”

"I'd be pleased-to help," Hewlitt said, "but my childhood memories might not be
accurate enough for your purpose. Have you thought of that?”

"According to the Psychology Department," she replied, "your memory is like
everything else about you, well-nigh perfect. Now, Patient Hewlitt, will you please
go to sleep and let me work.”

"I'll try," he said. "What are you doing?”

She sighed again and said, "Among other things I am comparing a series of
enlarged scanner visuals of DBDG and other-species brains, including your own,
in the hope of finding a structural variation or abnormality that might explain how
you were able to do some of the things you have done, if it was you and not
another as yet unidentified agency that was responsible. I don't really expect to
find evidence of a faculty that enables its possessor to perform mir' acles, but I
have to try. Now go to sleep.”

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Were there any incidents, so minor or trivial that you didn't think they were worth
mentioning, like the episode with your teeth, for example, while you were a child
or adult? How about contacts with people who were ill, either at home or in your
working environment? For some reason the case notes make no mention of your
profession or occupation. Did you have any contacts with animals, other than your
kitten, that might have been ill or recently recov-, ered from an illness, or were
there any other . . .”

"Do you mean my sheep?" said Hewlitt

"I might mean your sheep," said Murchison. "Tell me about it.”

"Them," he corrected, "You're a shepherd?" she said. "I didn't think they had
shepherds these days. Go on.”

"I'm not and they do," he said. "Sheepherding is a rare, specialized, and very well
paid job, especially when they work for me. I inherited the family business from
my grandparents, because my father was the only son and he preferred a career in
the space service. When he died in the flyer crash, well, I was the last Hewlitt. The
case notes didn't mention my job because nearly everyone on Earth knew who I
was and what I did

"I run Hewlitt the Tailor.”

"And I have the feeling that I should be impressed," said Murchison. "Sorry, but I
wasn't born on Earth.”

"Neither were ninety-odd percent of the Federation citizens," he said, "so I'm not
offended. It is a small but very exclusive company that can charge the Earth and
moon for its services, which is to provide handcrafted, custom-built garments
made from the original, handwoven or spun tweeds and fine worsted materials. In
these days of cheap, synthesized clothing there are people who are willing and
wealthy enough to pay our prices, or even to try bribing their way onto our waiting
list. But in spite of the fearsome prices we charge, the profit margin isn't
excessive. We have to maintain herds of sheep and other wool-bearing animals,
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who are classified as protected species. They still need to be shorn periodically,
which is how we get the raw material for our weaving mill, but the high level and
cost of health care our animals are given you wouldn't believe

"My job requires periodic inspection visits to our herds,' he went on, "which
includes feeling the quality of wool on a few of the animals before shearing. But
they are never, evei allowed to take sick or catch any infectious diseases. So Fir
sorry. This information isn't very useful to you, is it?”

"Probably not useful," she agreed, "but interesting. We'L need to give it some
serious thought.”

"And I'm not a tailor," he ended, "just an impeccably dressed company figurehead,
when I'm not wearing a hospital nightshirt.”

Murchison smiled and nodded. "We were all wondering why an apparently non-
urgent case like yours was referrec to Sector General. Maybe one of your rich and
influentia clients might have had something to do with it, especially i: he
happened to be a highly placed medic anxious to get ont< your waiting list.”

"But surely not influential enough," said Hewlitt, "t« have an ambulance ship like
Rhabwar assisting with irrj case. Why am I considered that important?”

He knew at once from her sudden lack of expression tha she was not going to
answer. Instead she smiled again am said firmly, "No more questions, Patient
Hewlitt. You can count sheep if you like, but go to sleep.”

She continued to watch him until he closed his eyes; then he heard her resume the
quiet, intermittent tapping on her console. In the darkness behind his closed lids,
the background silence of a ship in hyperflight became diluted by the soft, metallic
creaking and humming noises interspersed with the distant, muffled, and barely
audible voices of the crew that drifted aft along the communications well, sounds
that at other times he would not have been aware of hearing. He lay for a
subjective eternity, trying not to think about anything at all while wriggling to
relieve the increasing discomfort of his sinfully comfortable bed until he could
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take it no longer

"I'm not sleeping," he said, opening his eyes. , "That is what your monitor has
been telling me for the past two hours," said Murchison, trying to hide her
irritation behind a smile. "But it is always nice to have verbal corrob-oration. What
am I going to do with you?”

Hewlitt recognized a rhetorical question when he heard one and remained silent

She went on, "You are forbidden all medication, which, naturally, includes
sedation. Rhabwar doesn't have an entertainment channel to bore you to sleep
because the occupants of the casualty deck are usually in no condition to be
entertained. Danalta will be relieving me in an hour. Unless you want to spend the
rest of the night watching it change shape, which is not a pretty sight, our closest
equivalent to in-flight entertainment is the ship's log of past operations. I can run
that on the main screen if you like, with the nonmedical summary. Some of the
material will provide useful background information for tomorrow's briefing on
Etla.”

"And will it bore me to sleep?" asked Hewlitt

"I very much doubt it," she replied. "Raise the backrest until you can see the whole
screen without dislocating your neck. Okay? Here we go. .. .”

There had been time to call up the library information on Rhabwar before they had
moved him on board, so he already knew that he was on a special ambulance ship
whose primary purpose was the deep-space rescue, retrieval, and preliminary
treatment of life-forms in distress whose physiological classifications were
hitherto unknown to the Federation. In the case of a distress call from a Federation
vessel, whose flight plan, planet of origin, and crew species were known, it was
simpler to dispatch a rescue vessel from the home planet with a team of same-
species medics and life support on board

With the retrieval ofRhabwar's type of casualty, the situation was different and
potentially more dangerous. In addition to being traumatized and their ability to
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observe and reason logically reduced by pain, shock, fear, and confusion, its
casualties were more often as not thrown into a panic reaction caused by the sight
of the grotesque creatures who were trying to rescue them. That was why
Rhabwar's crew had to include other-species technology experts and first-contact
specialists as well as medics

When it was not engaged on specialist rescue missions, the ship was expected to
respond to the more general type oJ emergency ranging from large-scale space
structural accidents to the coordination of medical disaster relief operations on-
planet. But the majority of the missions, as well as being the most entertaining and
hair-raising, were those which the log noted as requiring unique solutions

The present mission, he had overheard Murchison tel! Naydrad, would probably
hold the all-time record for being both the weirdest and least dangerous they had
ever beer assigned

Because his hearing was very good he had also overhearc the medical team
making obscure references to problems they had encountered on previous
missions, to beings called the Dewatti, a pregnant Gogleskan called Khone, and
the Blind Ones and their incredibly savage servants, the Protectors of the Unborn,
among others. But now, as the images of devastated ships, drifting masses of
space wreckage with the dead or dying debris it contained, and the pictures of
barely living organic" wreckage occupying his own and the other beds around him
filled the screen, those references were no longer obscure

Murchison had been right. The pictures that were unfolding were not conducive to
sleep, and so keen was he not to miss anything that he closed his eyes only to
blink. He noticed neither the arrival of Danalta or the pathologist's departure, and
he grew aware of events beyond the borders of the big viewscreen only when the
deck lighting came on, the screen darkened, and he felt the gentle downdraft from
Priliela's wings as the Ginrusskin hovered above his bed

"Good morning, friend Hewlitt," it said. "We have emerged from hyperspace and
will be landing in five hours' time. I feel from you the emotional radiation

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characteristic of a high level of fatigue, although you consciously admitted its
presence. It would look bad for all of us if you yawned your way through the
briefing, so relax, empty your mind, and close your eyes for ten seconds and you
will find yourself asleep. Trust me.”

CHAPTER 17
Rhabwar possessed the delta-wing configuration and flight characteristics but not
the armament of a Monitor Corps light cruiser. It was the largest class of vessel in
service capable of aerodynamic maneuvering within an atmosphere as well as
being able to land with minimal effect on the local environment. That was not an
important consideration here because, so far as Hewlitt could see, the area where
he had played and strayed in his youth remained as he remembered it, a wreckage-
strewn, overgrown wilderness. While the ship was descending onto a clear area
midway between his former home and the clump of tall trees with the ravine
running through them, he was able to trace with his finger on the main viewscreen
the path he had taken all those years ago

Present at the briefing, which was held on the casualty deck because it was the
largest compartment in the ship, were the medical team, Captain Fletcher, Hewlitt,
and, onscreen, the grey, fur-covered features of Colonel Shech-Rar, commander of
the local Monitor Corps base. The officer projected the image of a very busy and
impatient Orligian

"Your names and Rhabwar's reputation precede you, Doctor," it broke in before
Prilicla had completed its friendly, informal introductions. "Let us not waste time.
Sector General has requested my full cooperation during your stay here. What is
the nature of your mission, how long will it take, and what facilities will you
require?”

Hewlitt, who had been introduced as a nonmedical advisor, wondered whether its
service career had been spent among too many Kelgians or two few Cinrusskins or
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"Regretably, Colonel," Prilicla replied, with no detectablej 'change in its friendly
manner, "I am not at liberty to divulge the precise details of our mission, other
than to say that it involves the investigation of incidents which took place over
twenty years ago and which may have an important bearing on a present medical
research project. It is not a matter of Federation security, a Galactic Secret, or
anything of a sensitive or important nature for which, I am sure, you would have
full clearance. At present the information is restricted because of simple patient
confidentiality. As soon as the investigation has been completed and evaluated, I
have no doubt that you will be informed of the results.”

"Is there a possibility that your investigation will pose a health risk," said Shech-
Rar, "either to my base personnel or the native population? This was Etla the Sick,
remember. We succeeded in clearing it of all its ghastly diseases many years ago,
and our ongoing cultural contact mission would not be helped if the people were
given an unnecessary reminder of their past. Do not try to obscure your purpose
with a screen of medical polysyllables, Doctor. Can you give me this assurance?”

"Yes," said Prilicla

Shech-Rar showed its teeth, whether in a smile or a scowl Hewlitt could not be
sure, then said, "A clear, single-syllable answer. Good. But when a vessel like
Rhabwar arrives on a confidential mission that is neither important nor sensitive,
that is curious and so am I. No matter, Doctor. What do you need from me?”

It took only a few minutes for Prilicla to detail its requirements, but it was obvious
from Shech-Rar's voice when it spoke that suspicion had replaced its former
impatience

"I was not assigned here until five years after these incidents took place," said the
colonel, "so I have no direct responsibility in the matter. The flyer accident to the
subject's parents,, which to my mind is the only incident worthy of attention, was
fully investigated. The findings were that the cause was a combination of adverse
weather conditions, a power system malfunction that affected the control linkages,
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welcome to a copy of the report. But why is it that young people with long lives
ahead of them take needless risks while the old ones, with much less time
remaining, are so careful?”

The colonel made an untranslatable sound, as if irritated with itself for digressing
into philosophy, and went on, "In spite of what you have told me, the arrival of
Rhabwar and your team here is the true measure of the mission's importance.
However, if your investigation is likely to uncover any long-past act of negligence
or other misbehavior on the part of any of my officers, I will not allow you to
question them until I have satisfied myself that they have Corps legal
representation before answering any charges. Is that understood, Doctor?”

The empath's fragile body and limbs trembled for a moment, as if it was sensing
Shech-Rar's emotional radiation at extreme range; then it said, "I assure you,
Colonel, it is not that kind of investigation. We require permission to ] explore the
locality where the incidents took place and, if they are still on Etla, interview the
beings concerned. We are interested in their recollections, nothing more, and will
make allowances for any lapses of memory. The approximate timing of the event
is known to us, but we will need your help in identifying the people concerned. At
present we do not even know their names.”

"That information will be on my predecessor's file," said the colonel. "Wait.”

Rather than the transmission ending, when Shech-Rar's image disappeared it was
replaced by the Monitor Corps symbol on a field of deep blue, indicating that the
wait was not expected to be a long one. On Rhabwar everyone remained silent, not
wishing to start a discussion that was sure to be interrupted. Hewlitt watched the
screen until the hairy features of the colonel reappeared

"The names you require," said Shech-Rar without preamble, "are Stillman,
Hamilton, and Telford. Major Still-man, who was then a surgeon-lieutenant, is
now retired but still attached to the base as an Etlan cultural advisor, as is Dr.
Hamilton, the civilian specialist in other-species dentistry. Should you need to
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was posted to Dutha three years ago. The present encumbent, Surgeon-Lieutenant
Krack-Yar, will make the hospital records available and discuss them with you on
request.”

"The matter is not important enough to warrant going to Dutha," said Prilicla. "In
the absence of the original medical officer, a copy of its records and the flyer
accident investigation report will be fine, as soon as you find it convenient,
Colonel.”

Shech-Rar looked at someone offscreen, nodded, then said, "Is fifteen minutes
soon enough?”

"You don't believe in wasting time, Colonel," said Prilicla. "Thank you, yes.”

"Rather than send you the names, locations, and a map," said Shech-Rar, "it will
waste even less of your time if Major Stillman acts as your guide and escort. He
can take you over the ground and introduce you to the people concerned as well
as, hopefully, telling me what you are really doing here. . . .”

Definitely, thought Hewlitt, the colonel had spent a long time among Kelgians

"The residence you mentioned," it went on, "is no longer occupied by Earth-
humans. Do you still need to visit it?”

For an instant the Cinrusskin's hover became less stable. Then it recovered and
said, "Yes, Colonel. If only to apologize for landing Rhabwar uninvited in their
backyard.”

Being an emotion sensitive, Prilicla always tried to avoid doing or saying anything
that would cause an unpleasant emotional reaction in others, because the other
person'sf anger or distress would be shared by the empath. Even though the
colonel was well beyond the range of its empathic faculty, the habit of always
saying the right thing was strong. But there were times, Hewlitt had found, when
the little entity could be very economical with the truth. He had the feeling that
this was one of them

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"Major Stillman will meet you at your airlock in three hours," said the colonel. "Is
there anything else you need from me, Doctor?”

Before Prilicla could finish saying no and thanking it again, the transmission
ended

"I could have taken you to the site, and the house, without Stillman's help," said
Hewlitt. "Why do you want to go to the house anyway? The real reason, I mean,
not the polite, socially acceptable one that you gave the colonel.”

"If we refused the assistance of the local Monitor Corps, friend Hewlitt," said
Prilicla, "the colonel would be sure that we were trying to hide something. We are
not hiding anyj! thing, because we still don't know if there is anything to hide *
except, perhaps, our own future embarrassment

"I have no good reason to visit the house," it went on, "other than to cover old
ground in the hope that a useful idea will occur to us, or to you, while we are
doing so. I feel you radiating disbelief combined with disappointment. Perhaps
you were expecting a more substantial reason. But the truth is that we have no
clear idea of what, if anything, we will find there

"We will proceed with the briefing now.. . .”

They might not know what they were looking for, Hewlitt thought, but Captain
Fletcher and the entire medical team were going out well equipped to find it. His
translator was working, but the language was too specialized and technical for him
to understand and make a contribution, so he listened without speaking until there
was an interruption from the wall speaker

"Communications. The material promised by Colonel Shech-Rar has come in.
Instructions?”

"Put it on our repeater screen, friend Haslam, and run the accident report first,"
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and went on, "You are welcome to remain, friend Hewlitt, but if at any time you
find this material or our conversation distressing, please feel free to return to your
bed and raise the hush field.”

"It happened a long time ago," he said. "I was too young to be told all the details,
but now I want to know. Thank you, f but I feel sure that I'll be all right.”

"I will know how you feel, friend Hewlitt," said Prilicla. "Proceed, friend
Haslam.”

The report began with the service ID pictures of his parents, which surprised him
because they looked no older than he was now, and in his mind they had always
been so much bigger and older than himself. They had been looking very serious
for the camera, he thought as the other personal and physiological details unrolled,
but that must have been one of the few times when they had not smiled at him.
The memories came flooding back, sharp and clear and corroborating in every
detail the reconstruction of the accident investigators

At the time his father had been too busy to even to look at him, but his mother had
smiled and told him not to be afraid as she climbed over the backrest of the
copilot's position to squeeze down beside him. She had held him very tightly in
her lap with one arm while her free hand redeployed the safety harness around
both of them. Outside the canopy, the sky and the tree-covered mountains were
spinning around them, with the trees coming so close that'he could see individual
branches. Then she had pushed his head forward, folding him in two on her lap
with the back of his head pressed between her breasts. There had been a sudden
shock that flung them sideways and apart, a loud, tearing crash, and the feeling of
rain on his face and cold air rushing past as he fell

He remembered an explosion of pain as he hit the ground, but nothing else until
one of the rescue party that had responded to the flyer's automatic distress beacon
asked him where he was hurt

According to the report, the flyer's canopy had been speared by one of the treetops
and was found still lodged in the upper branches, while the rest of the ship crashed
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to the ground and rolled down the mountain for a distance of forty-five meters
before breaking up and catching fire. Because the local vegetation was sodden
after a day of heavy rain, the flames did not travel up the slope to the point where
the sole survivor, the seven-year-old Hewlitt boy, was lying. The report went on to
discuss at length the technical evidence gathered by the investigators, which
Prilicla passed over for later study by Captain Fletcher, and ended with brief
details of the autopsy, disposal, and treatment of the victims

His parents had sustained massive trauma, and the indications were that they had
probably died, and were certainly unconscious, before the fire engulfed them.
Hewlitt had been found in a state of shock and confusion but otherwise unharmed,
and it was assumed that the small patches of blood on his clothing belonged to his
mother. Although unhurt, he had been kept under observation in hospital for the
nine days it took the next-of-kin, his grandmother, to arrive and collect him and
arrange for the disposal of his parents' remains

His grandmother had not allowed Hewlitt to see the bodies because, he now
realized, the cremation had simply completed the process already started by the
fire

For a moment the old but never quite forgotten pain of loss and grief returned like
a great, dark vacuum filling his . chest, and he tried hard to control his feelings
because Pril-icla was watching him and becoming unsteady in its flight. He
pushed the remembered pain out of his mind and tried to concentrate on the next
report that was coming up on the screen

"Thank you, friend Hewlitt," said the empath, and went on, "As we can see, this
report relates to the medical condition, treatment, and behavior of the survivor
during its nine-day stay in hospital. Even then the younger Hewlitt was presenting
its doctor with problems

"They began," Prilicla went on, "when the base medical officer, Surgeon-Captain
Telford, prescribed oral sedation. Although uninjured, the patient was close to
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unable to sleep. The result was a violent but ' nonspecific reaction that included
abdominal discomfort, respiratory difficulty, and a rash covering the skin of the
lower chest and back. While the surgeon-captain was still trying to discover what
was happening, the symptoms subsided. A different type of sedation was
prescribed and, as a precaution, only a minute initial dose was administered, by
subcutaneous injection. This time the result was a cardiac arrest which lasted for
two-point-six minutes, accompanied by a brief recurrence of respiratory
impairment, both of which passed without any detectable aftereffects

"As you can see," Prilicla continued, indicating the treatment summary at the
bottom of the screen, "Dr. Telford diagnosed a hyperallergenic reaction, cause
unknown, and forbade further medication. Instead, the emotional problems were
treated with verbal tranquilization and reassurance provided by a same-species
nurse who was nearing retirement age, and by allowing the child, who was
apparently neither ill nor injured, to tire himself out and forget some of his grief
by allowing him to visit and talk to other patients, whto included serving space
officers with many interesting stories to tell.. . .”

"That nurse was very nice to me," Hewlitt broke in, his voice quiet with
remembered sadness that he had not felt for many years, "and I realize now that
some of those stories might not have been true. But the treatment worked and . ..
I'm sorry for interrupting, Doctor, I didn't mean to remember out loud.”

"Don't apologize, friend Hewlitt, your memories of the time are valuable to us,"
said Prilicla. A moment later it went on, "There is an entry here to the effect that
the ther Surgeon-Lieutenant Telford was completely mystified b> your atypical
reaction to two simple and well-tried types ol sedative medication. But it had no
opportunity to discover, identify, and list what he assumed to be the allergenic
substances that were causing the reaction before your relative arrived to take you
to Earth. Dr. Telford had no reason, othei than its unsatisfied curiosity, for keeping
an otherwise healthy child in hospital

"And now," it ended, "has anyone anything they woulc like to say about this
report?”

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There were a few things Hewlitt would have liked to say, but he knew the question
was not directed at him. It was Pathologist Murchison who spoke first

She said, "Even though the condition was atypical in that the symptoms appeared
and receded with unusual rapidity, Telford's diagnosis of what appeared to be a
wide-ranging and nonspecific allergy was sensible in the circumstances, as was his
decision not to attempt further medical treatment until he knew exactly what was
going on. Essentially, that is what the patient's medics did on Earth and later in
Sector General. In a word, nothing. .. .”

"Pathologist," Naydrad broke in, its fur spiking with impatience. "You are
restating the problem, not offering a solution.”

"Perhaps," said Murchison, who knew her Kelgians well ' enough not to be
irritated by the interruption. "But the point I'm trying to make is that the allergy
symptoms appeared at a very early age and were repeated, with minor variations,
here, on Earth, and in Sector General. This makes me wonder if the patient was
born with the condition and we should be looking for a genetic rift of some kind.
There are no recorded instances of anyone being allergic to the food produced by
the synthesizers, which is the kind most off-planet visitors favor, and certainly not
baby-formula varieties. And there would be no allergic response if... Hewlitt, were
you breast-fed as an infant?”

"If I was," he replied after a quick search of his earliest memories, "I was too
young to remember.”

Murchison smiled. "Too bad, but it may not be important. If you were breast-fed
and weaned onto synthesized food, that might explain why the first recorded
allergic reaction was to medication. There is another possibility. The symptoms
first appeared in the base hospital a few hours after the flyer crash. You were not
hurt, but it is reasonable to assume that the fall through the branches onto the soft,
wet ground rendered you temporarily unconscious. Certainly, yoi shocked and
confused condition when found is symptomati of a recent concussion. But it is
possible that you sustaine minor lacerations or abrasions, too minor in the circun

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stances for the rescuers to bother recording them, and th; something was
introduced into your system which cause the later allergic reaction. It might have
been something lr ing in the tree or on the ground, a spore or an insect or eve a
small animal that bit you, or a toxic substance wil unknown properties that gained
entry though a scratch froi the foliage itself. I suggest a search of the"crash site. If
tf suspect organism or material is native to Etla, it will still t there

"And stop tying your fur in knots, Naydrad," she went o "I know that pathogens
native to one world cannot affect ai being who evolved on another. I also know
that physiolog cally the natives of Etla and Earth are almost identical, i much so
that there are theories about a prehistoric coloniz tion program by common, star-
traveling ancestors. B attempts at procreation between the few base personnel wh
for emotional reasons, felt impelled to widen cultural co: tact by marrying Etlan
men or women were unsuccessfi But if there is an overlap, no matter how small, in
the gei structure of the two species, then that, too, should be inve tigated: And if
Patient Hewlitt would submit to tests, ve: closely monitored and using trace
quantities of Etlan natr medication to minimize the risks, we might find the exce
tion that proves the rule.”

"No tests, friend Murchison," said Prilicla, before Hewl could say the same thing
in stronger language. "No medic tion of any kind, Etlan or otherwise, until we
have a clear idea of what we are looking for. Perhaps you have forgotfo that friend
Hewlitt has already been affected by Etlan nati vegetation, when it ingested toxic
fruit prior to falling fro a tree?”

"I have not forgotten," said Murchison, "that the younger Hewlitt survived two
falls without injury. That was very fortuitous and it may also be significant if we
assume that something in the fruit he consumed before the first fall caused the
hyperallergic reaction following the flyer accident. The" record of events during
and after the second fall are supported by objective clinical evidence, but the
circumstances surrounding the first is subjective, uncertain, and supported only by
childhood memories that may prove to be untrustworthy. For example

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distance fallen may have been exaggerated. The fruit consumed, which was later
identified by others as being highly toxic, may have been a visually similar but
nontoxic variety, and the period of unconsciousness afterward could have been
due simply to natural fatigue after a long afternoon at play. Children can tell tall
stories, and sometimes in retrospect they can even believe them themselves, but
until we have objective evidence . . . Patient Hewlitt, please control your
emotional radiation!”

He was trying very hard to suppress the anger and bitter disappointment he was
feeling, because Prilicla's fragile body was being shaken by the emotional gale of
Hewlitt's making. Murchison was the only same-species medic on board. When
she was not being the cool and clinical team pathologist, she had been a friendly,
relaxed, competent person who instilled trust. Certainly he had liked and trusted
her and had thought that she, at least, was beginning to believe him, but she had
turned out to be just like all the others

"I did not call you a liar," she said, apparently reading his mind, "only that at
present I need more proof that you were telling the truth.”

He was about to reply when the voice of the communications officer cut him short

"We have a signal that the ground vehicle with Majoi Stillmanxm board is leaving
the base," said Lieutenan Haslam. "He is estimating arrival in eighteen minutes.”

CHAPTER 18
 Hewlitt watched with a mixture of surprise and professional interest as the stout,
grey-haired man who was to be their guide unfolded from his tiny ground vehicle
and came forward to meet them. Stillman was not in uniform and was wearing
instead the native dress of short cloak, kilt, and soft, calf-length boots. The outfit
looked comfortable and not without a certain style, even though, in this instance,
the flowing line of the cloak was spoiled by the wearer carrying too much junk in
the concealed pockets. Unlike the coveralls worn by Murchison, Fletcher, and
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was considering the possibility of introducing the Etlan kilt to a few of his more
sartorially adventurous clients when Prilicla drifted forward to meet the other
halfway

"Friend Stillman," said the empath, "I must begin by apologizing for meeting you
at the bottom of the boarding ramp, rather than inviting you inside where you
could satisf the intense curiosity you are feeling about the ship, but formed the
impression that Colonel Shech-Rar did not wan us to take up too much of your
time.”

It had already taken several minutes for Stillman t recover from what must have
been his first meeting with Cinrusskin empath—apart from a brief, appreciative
glanc at the eminently noticeable Murchison, he had bare! noticed the others-
—and to find his voice

"I-^-I've retired, Dr. Prilicla," he said, smiling. "My tim is my own, not the
colonel's, so take up as much of it as yo like. And yes, I've heard a lot about
Rhabwar and woul dearly love a look over the ship. But if it is all right with yoi I
think we should do as the colonel says first so that I wi have more time left to
satisfy my curiosity about othe things.”

"As you wish," said Prilicla. "What were the colonel instructions to you?”

"To visit the house first," Stillman replied. "The preset occupants work on the
base, but they have been excuse duty for the rest of the day and should have
returned horn by the time we arrive. There may be a problem if you wai to meet
the dentist in person. At present Dr. Hamilton is vis iting our other base, on
Yunnet continent, and is not due t return for another three days, but if you only
need to talk t him he has instructions to contact you as soon as possible; the house
or the ship. After that you will be able to spend i much time as you require in the
ravine.”

They were being given full cooperation, Hewlitt thougl cynically, but with such
enthusiasm that they were beiri allowed the minimum time to think or guard their
tongues The exterior of the house looked familiar except for tr front entrance,
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which had been enlarged and its stej replaced with a ramp to allow easy passage to
the Traltha residents, who had seen their approach and were waiting ju inside the
door to welcome them. Stillman, who was obviously well known to the couple,
introduced them as Crajar-ron and Surriltor. They exchanged names without, of
course, performing the uniquely Earth-human custom of shaking hands. The
interior of his once familiar home was completely unrecognizable

Most of the room dividers he remembered had disappeared, as had all but a few
chairs and relaxers needed for other-species visitors because Tralthans, who could
not sit down, preferred large, unobstructed expanses of flooring. Remembering
Patient Hossantir's sleeping arrangements in Ward Seven, he recognized the
double-sized, padded sleeping pit in one corner as the bedroom area. In contrast to
the emptiness of the floor space, the walls were almost hidden by book and tape
racks, pictures and woven hangings whose subjects were unclear, and narrow,
cone-shaped containers of aromatic vegetation

While he was trying to think of something complimentary to say about the place,
Prilicla apologized for the inconvenience of having an ambulance ship land with
no advance warning beside their charming home

"Apologies are unnecessary, Dr. Prilicla," said Crajarron, with a dismissive wave
of one tentacle. "You are the first Cinrusskin we have met and we are grateful for
this very pleasant break in our routine. Can we offer hospitality, solid or liquid
sustenance, perhaps? Our food synthesizer has many other-species' programs.”

"Regrettably, no," said Prilicla, "we have already eaten.”

Murchison, Stillman, and Hewlitt looked at the empath, knowing that it could feel
their hunger. It had not told a lie, but neither had it said how long ago they had
eaten

"We came to apologize for the intrusion of our ship," it went on, "which is
engaged on an investigation into an incident that occurred when friend Hewlitt
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old home and, bearing in mind its sudden departure following the flyer accident, to
ask if you knew what had happened to an entity to which it was emotionally
attached at that time.”

Hewlitt stared at the others in turn. Stillman looked as puzzled as he himself felt,
but Murchison did not look surprised at all. His cat must have died of illness,
accident, or old age years ago. Why was Prilicla asking questions about it now?
Crajarron turned two of its eyes in Hewlitt's direction and said, "Do you mean the
small, furry Earth-being of limited intelligence called Snarfe? It was adopted by
another Earth-human household, but it refused to stay there and kept returning to
its old home. When we came to live here we found it wandering about the house
and garden. Later we learned that some members of its species form attachments
for persons and others for places. It had a friendly disposition and, once we
learned its dietary requirements and how not to step on it when it tried to attract
our attention by climbing our legs, it remained with us as a house pet." ' Hewlitt
blinked, remembering that well-loved cat when it had been little more than a
kitten, and feeling surprised by his sudden feelings of sorrow and loss. But
Crajarron was making a strange, irregular hissing sound that did not translate. He
realized that it was a Tralthan's attempt at making the push-wushing sound Earth-
people made when trying to attract the attention of a cat only when Fudge
appeared in the entrance and stalked slowly toward him

Nobody spoke as the cat stopped, looked up at him, then began to circle his feet,
butting his ankles and gently lashing his lower legs with the thick, furry tail. It was
a form of nonverbal communication that had no need of translation. He stooped,
picked it up with both hands, and held it against his chest and shoulder. When he
ran his fingers gently from its forehead along its back, the tail stiffened and it
began to purr

"Fudge," he said, "I certainly didn't expect to see you again. How are you?”

Prilicla flew closer and said, "Its .emotional radiation is characteristic of a very old
and contented entity who is without physical or mental distress and is presently
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and to please continue what you are doing. Friend Murchison, you know what to
do.”

"Yes indeed," the pathologist replied, producing her scanner. ''Crajarron, Surriltor,
may I?" To Hewlitt she added, "This won't hurt at all, just hold it steady for a
moment while I scan. I'm recording for later study, if necessary.”

Fudge must have thought that she was playing a new game, because it took a
double swipe at the scanner with claws sheathed, then returned to the enjoyment
of the petting while she completed the examination

"Do you wish to reclaim your property, Earth-person Hewlitt?" said Crajarron.
Both Tralthans were directing all of their eyes at him, and he did not need an
empathic faculty or the sight of Prilicla trembling to know that the inter-species
social relations were cooling fast

"Thank you, no," he said, returning Fudge to the floor. "Plainly the cat likes it here
and would be unhappy elsewhere, but I am grateful for this opportunity to renew
an old friendship.”

The atmosphere thawed at once, Prilicla regained flight stability, and Fudge
transferred its affections to Surriltor by jumping onto one of the Tralthan's massive
feet. A few minutes later their polite exchange of farewells was interrupted by the
house communicator's double chime, signaling an incoming call

It was Dr. Hamilton

"Sorry I won't be able to answer your questions in person, Dr. Prilicla," he said.
"Stillman will have told you that I'm visiting the Vespara establishment on Yunnet
right now. One of the joys of being an other-species peripetetic dentist on this
world. How can I help you?”

While Prilicla was explaining what it wanted, the two Tralthans, not wanting to
eavesdrop on what might be a private conversation, moved to a corner of the room
and raised their hush field. Hewlitt stared hard at the screen, trying to remember

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the other's face and voice, but the only memory that came was of shining
instruments and hands projecting from white cuffs. Perhaps he had not looked at
the other's face long enough for it to register

"I remember the incident," said the dentist, "not because it was important but
because it was the first and only time I was asked to extract teeth that would have
detached themselves naturally. At the time I decided that the child was
overimaginative, timid, and unwilling to inflict what he believed would be serious
pain on himself by pulling out the teeth with his fingers, as most children do, and
his mother had taken him to me to sort out the problem. It was too minor a
procedure to require an anesthetic and, I remember now, there was a note in his
med file warning against the use of painkilling medication because of a then
unidentified allergy.”

"We are still having trouble identifying it," said Murchison. "What happened to
the teeth? Did youlceep or examine them following the extraction?”

"There was no reason to do that," said Hamilton, and laughed. "They were just
ordinary children's first teeth. Besides, if you are unfamiliar with the tooth-fairy
myth current among young Earth-children, he insisted on having them back for
financial reasons.”

"Is there anything else you can remember about the incident, friend Hamilton?"
said Prilicla. "No matter how odd or unimportant it may have seemed at the time.”

"Sorry, no," the dentist replied. "I never saw the child | again, so presumably the
rest of his baby teeth detached nor-1 mally.”

Hewlitt barely heard the end of the conversation, because he was remembering -
something else about those teeth, something he had almost forgotten until the
dentist's words brought it back. He had not told anyone about it, then or later,
because they would have said that it was all his imagination. Even as a child he
had hated people telling him that he was imagining things

"Friend Hewlitt," said Prilicla, drifting closer, "your emotional radiation,
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comprising minor levels of irritation, caution, and expected embarrassment,
suggests that you are hiding something from us. Please tell us about it. We will not
laugh or embarrass you. Any new datum on this case could turn out to be
important.”

"I doubt that," he said, "but here it is. . .'.”

Apart from one loud, untranslatable sound from Naydrad, they watched him until
he had finished speaking. It was Prilicla who broke the incredulous silence

"Dr. Hamilton made no mention of this," said the empath. "Did you show the teeth
to or discuss them with anyone?”

"He didn't examine the teeth before he gave them back to me," Hewlitt replied.
"They were fine and very hard to see, anyway. There were five or six of them, pale
grey in color and about an inch long, on each tooth. They were in my hand all the
way home, but I didn't show it to my grandmother because she was a bit irritated
with me over what she thought was an unnecessary visit to the dentist. By the time
we got back to the house they were gone. They must have dropped off or been
blown away by the groundcar's air-conditioning, I know, none of you believe me.”

Murchison laughed, then shook her head and said, "I'm sorry. But it is difficult to
believe you when you keep telling us about so many strange, unsupported,
unrelated, and completely incredible symptoms. Do you blame us?”

Prilicla's spidery limbs were trembling again. It said, "I promised that we would
not cause embarrassment to friend Hewlitt, who feels that it is telling the truth.”

"I know he thinks he is telling the truth, dammit," said Murchison. "But I ask you,
hairy teeth!”

This time it was Stillman who exercised the diplomacy characteristic of a cultural
contact specialist by changing the subject

"Dr. Prilicla," he said. "Would you like to visit the ravine now?”

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Hewlitt waited until they were outside before he said, "I knew that was Fudge the
instant I saw it, and I know it recognized me at the same time. I can't describe ... It
was a really strange feeling.”

"Your feeling of recognition toward your nonsapient little friend was complex,"
said the empath. "I have never before encountered an emotional response quite
like it, and I would not have been surprised if you had asked the Tralthans for the
animal to be returned to you. I am pleased at your response to the situation....
Friend Murchison, you are feeling confused and dissatisfied about something.
What is it?”

"That cat," she replied, glancing behind her at the house. "My parents liked cats
and never had less than two of them at home, so I'm familiar with the species. For
example, the life span of a healthy cat is twelve to fourteen Earth years, not double
that period, so Snarfe has no business being alive. Dr. Stillman, how sure are you
that it is an Earth cat and not a more long-lived Etlan or other-species look-alike?”

"Very sure," the surgeon-captain replied. "When the cultural-contact people came
to Etla, and it was clear that they would be staying here for a long time, the Corps
leaned over backward in the matter of bringing out their personal effects,
including, in one case, a pet cat. A few weeks after arrival it produced a litter of
six kittens who were all foi foster homes. Snarfe was one of them.”

"Then why," said Murchison, "should an ordinary cat double its life span here?”

Stillman walked several paces before he said, "I've wondered about that myself,
ma'am. My theory is that on Etla the cat was not exposed to any of the feline
diseases it would normally have encountered on Earth and, as we know, Etlan
pathogens have no effect on off-world species. Here it was isolated from all life-
threatening or physically debilitat-ing diseases arid should die only from accident
or old agej after using up all nine of its long and very healthy lives.”

Murchison smiled. "We know that Fudge had one bad; accident and survived it,"
she said. "That is a nice theory Doctor, but is there supporting evidence? What

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about the! other kittens from the same litter?”

"I was afraid you would ask that," said Stillman. "One; lost an argument with a log
transporter. All five of the oth-j ers died naturally, so far as I know from old age,
about ten years ago.”

"Oh," said Murchison

CHAPTER 19
 Prilicla broke the long silence that followed by saying, "Friend Hewlitt, we would
like to begin retracing your path from the position of the old hole in the garden
enclosure where you escaped to the tree from which you fell. If you are ready,
please lead the way.”

On the other side of the garden fence he began half walking, half wading through
the long, thick growth that looked like Earth grass unless one looked at it more
closely, ignoring the insects that were too small for the differences to show, and
staring up at the hot, blue sky with its scattered cloud shapes that were too
irregular and normal to look alien. Stillman kept pace with him but did not speak,
and the others were lagging too far behind for him to hear what they were saying.
They were probably talking about him, he thought angrily, and discussing the
clinical and psychological implications of his latest flight of fancy

"I wasn't sure at first, Dr. Stillman," he said, trying to start a conversation that
might change his mental subjeoH "but I recognized you, too. You seemed to be
much tallsl then, but I suppose all adults are giants to a four-year-oM Apart from
that you haven't changed much.”

"I didn't recognize you at all," said Stillman. He smilecffl and patted his ample
waistline. "You have grown up whileH grew out.”

"It was lucky finding you still here," Hewlitt went on. "fl thought the Monitor
Corps moved its people all over thej] galaxy.”

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"I am very lucky to be here," said Stillman

They walked in silence for at least thirty paces, and he was beginning to wonder if
his words had somehow givenl offense when the other went on, "On this Etla we
have aoj ongoing cultural-contact situation that is, well, delicatej •because in so
many ways the natives are not alien. Whera dealing with an intelligent species that
is completely alien,! if a misunderstanding occurs, allowances are made on both|
sides. Here we are trying both to understand and graduallwl reeducate a culture
that took a wrong turning. Or rather, thew were misinformed and misguided by
their emperor intol mass xenophobia and defending themselves offensively!
against a nonexistent threat. We had to gain their trust andl show them—we are
still showing them—that other-species | intelligent life-forms are like themselves,
not necessarily?! bad or good, just different

"Even in your time we had-a few other-species personnel! attached to the base,"
Stillman went on. "The idea was toil dilute the Etlan xenophobia by showing
aliens working! beside us in harmony, and occasionally we would send themj out
with a covert guard on very carefully arranged visits to| public places. They would
be spectators at important sport-l ing events, or go on sightseeing trips where the
sightseeing*! was two-way or, most important, to meet and talk to cnudren in
schools. Now the base personnel and specialist civilian >j support comprises three
Etlans for every one Earth-human or other-species being, so the cultural-contact
program is progressing well

"But the problem is complicated by the fact that, even though they are nice,
friendly people, they are very proud. Even I forget sometimes how different they
are; mistakes can still be made. That, as well as its natural lack of charm, is the
reason Shech-Rar is not pleased to have a wildly assorted bunch of
extraterrestrials conducting an unspecified investigation and blundering around in
ignorance of the situation

"Nothing personal," he added, "but you have just received a condensed and edited
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Hewlitt did not think it was his place to reply. He could hear the others moving
closer, but apparently they were more interested in listening to the* two in front
than talking. The silence continued until Stillman gave a small, awkward laugh
and spoke again

"If an officer is able and dedicated and successful in gaining the natives' trust," he
said, "his superiors like him to remain for as long as possible so as to give
continuity to the process. Apparently I displayed unusual aptitude by insisting on
marrying an Etlan and staying here after my service retirement date. She is the
reason why I told you I was lucky to be here.”

"I understand," said Hewlitt

The other seemed to sense his embarrassment. He said, "Don't worry,I'm not going
maudlin in my old age. We met during my second year here. She was what they
call a Mother Teacher of the Young, one of the people who instruct fourto seven-
year-olds, and the first Etlan to agree to introduce a Tralthan teacher equivalent
and share her class with it. She had already accepted the idea that the best time to
instruct children was before they had a chance to acquire their parents' prejudices.
She was a widow. There were an | awful lot of widows and orphaned children
about at the time.| We could have none of our own, naturally, but we adopted] four
before we became too old to . . .”

"Doctor," said Murchison, lengthening her stride until she drew level with them. "I
know that the species difference! is a bar to procreation, but it might answer a few
puzzling! clinical questions, or maybe puzzle us even more, if you | knew of an
exception to that rule. Do you? And if so, is it possible that one of Hewlitt's
parents was an Etlan. Or that '• he was an Etlan fosterling?”

Stillman shook his head. "Sorry, ma'am. Iknew his pari ents very well before he
was born, and I was present when \ he arrived.”

"It was a pretty wild idea, anyway," said Murchison, holding up her hand and
clenching it into a fist. "You area looking at a hand clutching at hypothetical
straws.”
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Hewlitt remained silent. He was aware of a strange feeling of temporal double
vision. The grass was waist-high it had been to the four-year-old Hewlitt, the trees
and bushes had grown taller and thicker, but so had he, and the smell of sun-
warmed vegetation and the droning and ticking sounds of insects were exactly the
same. Only the distances between the landmarks had shrunk with age

"I remember this very well," he said, and raised his hand j to point. "The first bush
I played around is there.”

"Can you remember eating anything here?" said Murchi-| son. "A wild berry,
perhaps, or did you pull a blade of grass and chew on it? I'm thinking in terms of a
possible antidote to the toxic material ingested later.”

"No," said Hewlitt, and pointed again. "That ruined^ house was next. But I'm
surprised it wasn't pulled down orl rebuilt by now. The whole area is still a
wilderness.”

"That is deliberate," said Stillman. He looked all around him before going on.
"This was the place where the battle which finally overthrew their imperial
representative was fought, and the area where all the off-worlders are housed. It is
intended both as a reminder of the bad old days and the promise of the new. So far
it seems to have worked. On public holidays this is a nice, quiet place to picnic,
except when the Etlan children find some off-world kids to play with, when the
noise can be horrendous.”

The house was little more than a shell with its roof open to the sky and weeds
growing in the debris covering the floor. There were scorch marks on one wall,
but after the passage of so many years the burnt smell was probably due to
memory rather than lingering smoke. A different generation of small animals and
insects scampered or crawled through the weeds, and Murchison asked if he
remembered being bitten or stung by any of them. He shook his head, but she
asked Naydrad to help her gather and trap a few random specimens for later
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"Next," he said, pointing, "I went to that burned-out fighting vehicle, over there.”

This time it was Fletcher rather than Hewlitt who was doing the exploring. They
heard him crawling through the dark interior, muttering not quite under his breath
that it was a tighter squeeze for a man than a child, until his head and shoulders
reappeared through the entry hatch

"It is a medu J-level-technology mobile gun platform," he reported, "with control
positions for a crew of three. The larger weapon is designed to fire exploding
shells; the smaller used belt-fed solid projectiles. The ammunition, fuel, and most
of the circuit boards have been withdrawn. There is nothing left but a few items of
equipment not worth salvaging and a lot of insects. Do you want specimens?”

"Yes, please," said Murchison. "Different, if possible, to those from the house.”

"To me," said Fletcher in a disgruntled voice, "one squishy insect looks much like
another.”

"If you need information on local insects, ma'am," said Stillman, "that is one of
my wife's subjects. She would be pleased to help. What kind of information are
you looking for exactly?”

"We don't know exactly, Doctor," Murchison replied. "It is possible that the
younger Hewlitt was having too much fun at the time to remember being stung or
bitten, and that could have a bearing on what happened to him later.”

"I understand," said Stillman, "I think.”

They followed him to the-vehicle that lay on its side with its stripped tread lying
like a metal carpet beside it, and to the other vehicles he had played in, on, and
around. The others had stopped speaking, because Hewlitt was talking and
remembering every detail as he walked. Finally they came to the tall tree with the
twisted branches and green-and-yellow, pear-shaped fruit that overhung the steep
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"Those branches only look strong," said Stillman as Fletcher was about to start
climbing. "They won't bear the weight of an adult.”

"That is not a problem, friend Stillman," said Prilicla. The slow beating of its
wings increased in frequency and it rose like a stately, iridescent dragonfly to
hover above the fruit-bearing branches of the treetop

"Please be careful, Doctor," Stillman called after it, in a worried voice. "The skin
is thin at this time of year and the juice is deadly stuff.”

The Major did not speak again, although it was obvious that he wanted to interrupt
several times while Hewlitt was describing how he had picked and eaten the fruit,
fallen, and wakened at the bottom of the ravine with the younger Stillman bending
over him. While they were climbing down the steep slope to the bottom, he kept
his lips pressed so tightly together that they might have been held closed with
sutures

I "I feel you wanting to say something, friend Stillman," said Prilicla. "What is it?”

The monitor officer looked around the rockand wreckage-strewn floor of the
ravine, then up at the fruit-bearing treetop. Unlike the first time Hewlitt had seen
it, the sun was bright and high and showed just how dangerous the place was and
how very lucky he had been to survive the fall without serious injury

Stillman cleared his throat and said, "On Etla that tree belongs to a rare and, in
spite of its lethal fruit, protected species. This one is very old and slow-growing
and at most is only a few meters taller than when the young Hewlitt fell from it,
and this is a deep and dangerous ravine. If he had climbed to the topmost
branches, eaten even a single mouthful of that fruit, and then fallen down here, he
would have been dead. Twice

"I have no wish to offend you," he went on, looking straight at Hewlitt. "My
explanation at the time was that you had been overtired, hungry, and thirsty after
playing >!>r many hours in the sun. The sight of the fruit at the top made you try
to climb the tree, but gave up the attempt and slid down the slope rather than
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falling to the bottom. The condition of your clothing at the time, plus the fact that
there was not a single scratch or a bruise on you, supports this theory. After trying
to climb the tree and seeing what you thought was a cluster of edible fruit at the
top, you fell asleep so that your memory of the event was a mixture of dreams and
reality

"Sorry," he ended. "You may not be aware of lying, but neither can you be telling
the truth.”

For several minutes the medical team maintained a diplomatic silence while
busying themselves with the collection of plant and insect specimens at
Murchison's direction. Hewlitt was well used to the polite disbelief of others, and
IV* C O VV Stillman was just another doctor who had decided that an overactive
imagination was all that ailed him, so his feelings were of irritation and
disappointment rather than anger. That was why he was surprised when Prilicla's
flying showed signs of instability—he knew that it was not his own emotional
radiation that was the cause—and less surprised when the empath answered the
question before anyone could ask it

"Friend Fletcher," it said. "You are radiating high levels of curiosity and
excitement. Why?”

The captain was kneeling beside a thick, torpedo-shaped object that was almost
hidden by undergrowth and soil washed down from the slopes by rain. Fletcher
opened his equipment pack and withdrew what looked like a high-penetration
scanner

"There is evidence of foreign technology here," he said. "This object is structurally
more sophisticated than the other wreckage hereabouts. I'll be able to tell you
more after I've had .a closer look at the interior.”

"It might not be important," said Stillman, "but Hewlitt was found sleeping beside
that thing. At the time I was too interested in his condition to bother looking at
another piece of wreckage.”

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"Thank you, Doctor," said Murchison, moving quickly to join Fletcher. "Darialta,
Naydrad, until we know what this means, forget about the bug and plant
specimens.”

Still trembling from the emotional radiation of the others as well as its own
excitement, Prilicla alighted on the ground beside them. "All recorders are on,
friend Fletcher," it said. "When you are ready.”

The captain's words and actions were precise and unhurried as he described aloud
what he saw, thought, arid did at every stage of his examination, so much so that
Hewlitt wondered if the other was talking for posterity in case the thing blew up in
his face. Prilicla, with whom cowardice was a prime survival characteristic, and
everyone else were standing or hovering as close to Fletcher as possible without
getting in his way and seemed not to be worried. Hewlitt moved closer to join
them

According to Fletcher, the object was just a hollow cylinder under three meters
long and half a meter in diameter, with two sets of four triangular stabilizers
projecting from the midsection and tail. The outer surface of the casing was pitted
and discolored and showed evidence of surface melting that suggested it had been
subjected to a brief period of ultra-high temperature. There was also a trace of
radioactivity, very faint and harmless, indicating that 'might have been briefly
exposed to an external source of intense radiation as well as heat. Propulsion was
by a single, integral chemical booster that occupied three-quarters of the volume.
From the analysis of the burnt residue and a rough estimate of the vehicle's weight,
he judged the range to be about sixty to seventy miles

There were two small, recessed compartments with opened, hinged flaps spaced
about one meter apart along the longitudinal axis, equidistant from the vehicle's
center of gravity. The remains of four rotted strands of cable sprouted from the
openings, suggesting that the vehicle was intended to be soft-landed in the
horizontal position by twin parachutes. There was no sign of the parachute fabric
because, Fletcher said, it was either biodegradable or it had been torn off by
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"The first ten inches of the nose section hinges downward," Fletcher went on. "It
probably fell open on landing and was later covered by soil and grass. Apart from
the latch mechanism it seems to be filled with dense padding that has not rotted.
The forward quarter of the vehicle, where normally I would expect to find the
warhead, is filled with the same padding except for a cylindrical space five inches
in diameter running along the longitudinal axis for a distance of three-quarters of a
meter. Inside the hollow there is a fiveinch circle of plastic, thickly padded on the
forward face andj with the other side attached to a short bar and . . . and what j
looks like a piston mechanism designed to expel a cylindri.j cal container of some
kind from the hollow interior. But, j owing possibly to a malfunction or a rough
landing, the piston traveled only halfway along its track so that the container was
not completely expelled and, an unknown time later, it was shattered.”

The gloves he was wearing were like a tough, transparent second skin, combining
sensitivity of touch with maximum protection. Fletcher kept his eyes on the
scanner display as he moved his free hand into the opening

"As well as about a million insects nesting in the padding," he continued, "there
are small pieces of glasslike material inside and, yes, I can "see more of them
partially buried in the grass and soil around the hinged nose cone. They appear to
be highly polished on one side and covered with a dark brown, matte coating on
the other. I expect you will want specimens?”

Murchison dropped onto her hands and knees beside him and said, "Yes!”

Hewlitt could not remember ever hearing a word spoken with such vehemence and
suppressed excitement. Fletcher gave her one of the fragments, which she placed
in the portable analyzer hanging from her equipment harness. Everyone waited for
her to speak

"Our analyzers agree," she said to Fletcher. "It is a thin, brittle, very strong
glasslike plastic. The degree of curvature indicates that it is a fragment of a
cylindrical flask. Apart from a few small traces of insect excrement, the outer
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appears to be a synthetic nutrient, probably in solution, that has since dried out. I
will need more specimens and a lengthy session with the ship's analyzer to tell you
the form of life it was meant to feed. All I can say now is that the vehicle
contained an organism or organisms that needed to be kept alive.”

Fletcher was about to hand her another one of the fragments when he stopped to
look at Stillman

"Doctor," he said, "did tto ,£tlans ever use chemical or biological weapons?”

CHAPTER 20
 Hewlitt took an instinctive step backward, his body breaking into a sweat that was
not due to the warmth of the sun, but nobody else moved. Either they were all
lacking in imagination, which was unlikely, or there was no danger in ' the
situation. He took another step backward anyway

"Not to our knowledge, Captain," Stillman replied. "There is no historical record
of them ever being used in Etlan planetary wars, and they would be pretty
ineffective in a space battle. Besides, this world was sick enough already. They
could have been developed secretly by the emperor's scientists, and toward the end
of the rebellion he might have been desperate enough to use everything he had, but
I would say not. The casualty lists of the period mention traumatic injuries
resulting from explosions, shrapnel, and gunshot wounds, not disease.”

He paused long enough for Fletcher to pass Murchison three more fragments
before going on. "In any case, chemical or biological weapons are designed to
burst on impact or in the air above the target. This one was soft-landed by
parachute, the expulsion mechanism malfunctioned, and it didn't break open until
ii. was struck by something.”

"Or someone," said Prilicla

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he was himself. It was Stillman who spoke first

He said, "If you mean that it was the Hewlitt child who fell onto this thing,
smashed it, and released whatever was inside, I can't help you. He was lying
beside it, but it was dark and I was too busy examining him to notice whether
there was any broken glass lying around. Besides, Etlan pathogens cannot affect
anyone from off-planet. We all know that. And, well, he looks as if he hasn't had a
day's illness in his life.”

There was a faint trembling in Prilicla's limbs as it nerved itself for the effort of
telling another person that he was wrong

"Friend Hewlitt has a long history of nonspecific illnesses," it said, "all of which
responded negatively to treatment. For that reason, diagnosis has been uncertain
and the strange succession of symptoms displayed was initially and perhaps
mistakenly thought to have a purely psychological basis. Our provisional
diagnosis is that he suffers from a wide-ranging, hyperallergic reaction to all forms
of medication used so far. We are fairly sure that the condition is not life-
threatening, except when an attempt is made to administer medication orally, by
subcutaneous injection, or by external application and massage into the dermis. It
is a clinically confusing picture.”

Stillman shook his head, then pointed at the torpedo. "And is this thing helping to
reduce your confusion?”

A faint tremor shook the empath's body as if someone, perhaps Prilicla itself, was
generating unpleasant emotional radiation. Instead of answering the question, it
said, "Friend Stillman, I have been feeling your hunger and that of the others since
I refused the Tralthans' offer of hospitality at the house. My reason for doing so is
that Rhabwar's food synthesizer was recently reprogrammed by Chief Dietitian
Gur-ronsevas himself, and we could do a better job of satisfying it on the ship.
Would you like to dine with us on board, now?”

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"I am also detecting feelings of negation and intense curiosity from one of the
team. Friend Fletcher, is there a i problem?”

''The problem is this soft-landed vehicle," the captain replied. "I would like to have
a closer look at the actuator mechanism controlling the piston. It seems to be
unnecessarily sophisticated for the simple job it had to do, but I prefer to keep the
structure intact and undisturbed. For that I need Danalta to extrude the specialized
limbs and digits that i will enable us to examine and disassemble the actuator from
inside. I have no wish to be insubordinate, Doctor, but from me you must be
feeling intense curiosity rather than hunger.”

Prilicla gave a low, trilling sound that did not translate before it said, "Very well,
the two of you are excused. Friend Murchison, do you wish to join the
mutineers?”

The pathologist shook her head. "I can do no more here," she said. "The coating
on the fragments is a synthesized nutrient material suited to the needs of a wide
range of warm-blooded oxygen-breathers. There are a number of unidentified
organisms present; they may belong to the original contents of the flask or they
may be native to Etla, or both. A full analysis isn't possible with this portable
equipment, so it will have to wait until we return to the ship, and after lunch.”

With its iridescent wings catching the sunlight and seeming to reflect every color
in the spectrum, Prilicla rose high above the edge of the ravine to disappear in the
direction of the ship, leaving Fletcher and Danalta to complete their investigation
and the others to return as they had come. The empath seemed to be in an awful
hurry, Hewlitt thought. It was the first time he had seen the Cinrusskin act in a
manner verging on the impolite

"There are times," Stillman said to Murchison, who Was climbing beside him,
"when I wish I could fly. Or better still, that I hadn't allowed myself to become so
three-dimensional in my old age.”

Murchison smiled politely but remained silent until they reached the top; then she

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said, "Surgeon-Captain Stillman, will you answer a question?”

"You sound very formal and serious, ma'am," the other replied, "which means the
question will be the same. I will if I can.”

"Thank you," said the pathologist. She took three long, swishing steps through the
long grass and went on, "Something very strange must have happened here during
the rebellion. I know the accounts and dispatches are not secret, but when I tried to
brief myself on the subject I discovered that the Monitor Corps would make them
available only to accredited historians and scholars, who, it turned out, were in no
hurry to publish

"The reason given," she went on, "was that the former worlds of the Etlan Empire
were being assimilated intg, the Galactic Federation and it would hamper the
process if all the reasons for the rebellion on this world in particular were made
available to the merely curious, or worse, to those wishing to abstract the more
dramatic incidents to produce shallow and insensitive treatments for the mass-
entertainment channels. The natives here, I was told, are still troubled by the war
crimes committed against them by their emperor and must not be reminded of
them

"But what exactly were those crimes?" she continued. , "Was chemical warfare or
biological experimentation on sapient beings among them? It might aid our
investigation if we knew. Or are you, too, forbidden to talk?”

Stillman shook his head. "No, ma'am. I can talk to people who will not misuse the
information. It will be given on a patient confidentiality basis, because the
emperor, and the exclusive families who were the hereditary imperial advisors,
were very sick people

"Have you another question, ma'am?" he added, smiling. "A nice, simple one that
will not need a couple of hours and a very nasty slice of history to answer
properly?”

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"Yes," she said. "Do you know if Fudge ever went exploring in Hewlitt's ravine?”

Captain Fletcher and Dr. Danalta, whose curiosity regarding the object in the
ravine was still outweighing their hunger, were listening on their communicators
to Stillman giving his long answer to her first question because they, like Hewlitt,
had not been present during the single, epic, and only multiple-ship engagement of
the war, the climactic battle for Sector General

"For political reasons," Stillman was saying as he loosened his kilt's waistband to
relieve the pressure on his recently expanded stomach, "the Monitor Corps does
not refer to the Etlan conflict as a war. The idea of a fifty-world empire tucked
away in a hitherto unexplored galactic sector opening undeclared hostilies on a
totally unprepared Federation was, well, destabilizing to say the least, and had to
be played down

"There has been only one interstellar war," he continued, "the one between Earth
and Orligia, whose cessation brought about the formation of the Galactic
Federation. Since then it has been generally accepted that interstellar warfare for
economic or territorial gain is logistically and economically impossible. It costs
too much and there are too many uninhabited planets just waiting for colonization.
If the belligerent culture or its rulers were sufficiently demented to be motivated
by hatred alone rather than the expectation of gain, their victim worlds could
simply be detonated or otherwise rendered uninhabitable. But a culture does not
develop the technology to get into space, much less to mount successful
interstellar colonization projects, without learning the basic lessons of civilization,
that is the ability to understand, cooperate, and live together in peace. So it was
axiomatic that any new species we discovered that had an interstellar-travel
capability had to be highly civilized as well as technically advanced

"Where the Etlan Empire was concerned," he went on, "the Monitor Corps had to
consider the possibility that it was the exception to that rule. But until we were
sure, everything possible was done to conceal the locations of the Federation
Worlds from them while we found out all we could about their culture and at the

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same time played down the true gravity of the threat. That is why we, as the
Federation's executive and law-enforcement arm, prefer to think of it as a large-
scale police action.. . .”

"Doctor," said Naydrad, its fur tufting into spikes of irritation, "with hundreds of
armed ships dogfighting all around us and non-nuclear torpedoes blowing chunks
out of the hospital's outer hull, it felt like a war, not a riot! Were you there?”

"Yes," said Stillman. In the quiet, serious tone of one who is recalling unpleasant
memories, he went on, "I was the junior medic on Vespasian when she collided
with that Etlan transport, and helped move the casualties into the hospital. When
Conway, who was the senior surviving medic by that time, saw that I had escaped
with only a few bruises, he told me that they were desperately short of staff and
put me to work in an other-species ward somewhere. The hospital's' translation
computer had been knocked out and trying ttf communicate was . . . Anyway, it
might have felt like a wsl but officially it is recorded as a police operation
involving organized and heavily armed lawbreakers.”

In the silence that followed, Hewlitt looked from Stillmai^ to Murchison to
Prilicla, who were all reacting in character-; istic fashion to their memories of a
terrible experience they had shared. He felt excluded, but for the first time in his
life he was grateful for being an outsider

Stillman gave an abrupt shake of his head and continued, "The trouble began when
one of your ex-patients, a veryj high-powered entity called Lonvellin, discovered
what $ called Etla the Sick Planet. ...”

"I am familiar with the Lonvellin case," Prilicla broke in. "It was the then Senior
Physician Conway's patient and I assisted with the emotional radiation readings
while it' was unconscious. . . . I'm sorry. Friend Stillman, please go on.”

Following its discharge from Sector General, Lonvellin had boarded its private
starship and resumed the interrupted search for a world, said to be in a hitherto
unexplored section of the Lesser Magellanic Cloud, about which it had heard some
very disquieting rumors. In spite of its physiological classification of EPLH, its
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massive body and fearsome natural weaponry, Lonvellin was a highly intelligent,
compulsively altruistic, extremely long-lived, and intensely independent being
who made it very plain that it did not and probably never would need help from
anyone in rectifying any nasty situation it might find because it had been curing
ailing planetary cultures for the greater part of its very long life

It had come as a great surprise to the Monitor Corps when Lonvellin contacted
them with the news that it had ;l found the world it had been seeking and asked
them for specialized assistance

Conditions on the world Lonvellin had found were both sociologically complex
and medically barbaric. It needed advice in the medical area before it could take
effective action against the many social ills afflicting this truly distressed planet. It
also asked that beings of physiological classification DBDG, and specifically
Earth-human entities, should be sent to act as information gatherers. It explained
that the natives were of that classification and were violently hostile to all off-
worlders who did not closely resemble themselves, a fact that was seriously
hampering Lonvellin's activities

From the mass of evidence gathered over many months' observation and
monitoring of communications channels from orbit, Lonvellin judged the planet,
called Etla by the inhabitants, to have been a thriving colony world that had
regressed because of the effect of a wide variety of diseases affecting more than
sixty-five percent of the population. But the presence of a small and still
functioning spaceport meant that Lonvellin's first and usually most difficult
problem, that of making the natives trust an alien and perhaps visually horrifying
being who had dropped out of their sky, should have been simplified, because the
inhabitants were already used to the idea of off-planet visitors

Lonvellin's intention had .been to play the role of a not very bright off-worlder
who had been forced to land in order to make repairs to its ship. For this it would
require various odd and completely worthless pieces of metal or plastic, and it
would pretend great difficulty in making the Etlans understand what it needed. But
for this worthless material it would exchange artifacts of great value, and soon the

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more enterprising inhabitants would begin to take advantage of the situation

At that stage Lonvellin did not mind being exploited, because the situation was
going to change. Rather than give items of value, it would offer to perform even
more valuably services, including that of a teacher. Then it would tell thenjj that it
considered its ship to be beyond the technical . resources of Etla to repair, and as
had happened on many previous occasions, gradually it would be accepted as a
permanent resident. After that it would have been just a matter of time before it
was able to begin changing the Etlan situation for the better, and time was
something with which Lonvellin was well supplied

"To an immensely long-lived and highly intelligent being like Lonvellin," Stillman
went on, "it was all an elaborate; and intricate game that it had played successfully
many times in its past. It was a good game in that the populations of the worlds
concerned benefited as well as rewarding the player with the satisfaction of a job
well done. But this time Lonvellin's game went disastrously wrong. From the
moment it landed on the outskirts of a small town and revealed itself, it was kept
too busy with the ship's defenses to begin to play . ..”

Unable to proceed without discovering why a race with experience of space travel
should be so violently xenopho*-: bic, and not being in a position to ask questions
itself, Lon^ vellin had called for Earth-human assistance. Because of the
incredibly high incidence of disease among the population,; it had also asked that
the senior physician who had been itt; charge of its case at Sector General advise
and assist as well." Shortly afterward, cultural-contact specialists of the Monitor
Corps accompanied by Conway had arrived, sized up the sit-s uation for
themselves, and gone in

The Etlans were contacted simultaneously at two levels. The first was by a few
trained linguists and medics who were landed covertly and concealed their
translators under native dress, no other disguise being necessary because the I
physiological resemblance was so close. Problems with accent and pronunciation
were disguised by the pretense of having a speech impediment, it being difficult to
identify an accent when the speaker had a stutter or a disease affecting the mouth

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and tongue, a medical condition that was very common on Etla

On the second level, a large Monitor vessel landed openly at the spaceport; the
Corpsmen admitted their off-world origin and conversed normally by translator.
Their story was that they had heard of the plight of the native population and had
come to give what medical assistance they could. The Etlans accepted this story,
revealing the fact that every ten years an imperial vessel was sent to them loaded
with the newest drugs and with healers on board familiar with their use, but in
spite of this their medical condition continued to deteriorate. The strangers were
welcome to do what they could, but the impression given was that if the medical
efforts of an empire covering nearly fifty worlds was powerless to help them then
the Monitor Corps was wasting its time

The majority of Etlans were friendly, trusting people who talked freely about
themselves and their empire. The Corps' contactors were also friendly, but more
reticent

When the subject of the strange and frightful entity called Lonvellin came up, the
Corps pretended complete ignorance and their opinions about it leaned heavily
toward the middle of the road

But the really important information had come from the covert investigators. They
discovered that the natives were terrified of Lonvellin because they had been
taught that all extraterrestrials were disease carriers. The first medical lesson that
all star-traveling cultures learned, that pathogens evolved on one planet could not
affect the beings of another, had been withheld from them

Deliberately

"At least their intense and continuing fear of contracting new infections was
understandable," Stillman continu "because Etla was a very sick planet. It was a
seventh^ generation colony world, widely settled but not heaviljij populated, that
had been dogged with ill health for mora than a century. At the time an incredible
sixty-five percent of its men, women, and children were affected by a wide variety
of diseases, most of which were accompanied by a^ large degree of physical
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disablement. Very few ^)f the conditions were life-threatening but a high
proportion were disfiguring. Many of the contagious diseases would have
responded to isolation and simple medical treatment, but their medical science was
primitive and there were no research facilities because the empire did all their
medicar thinking for them

"The situation was driving us out of our medical minds," he went on, "because so
far as we could see all of the conditions we had seen were curable. If we could
have declared the planet a disaster area and moved in massive medical support, the
problem would have been solved within a few years at most. But we had a delicate
first-contact situation on our hands: the people were proud and independent and, at
that time, still loyal and grateful to their emperor on Imperial Etla and to the
people of all the other worlds called Etla that made up the empire for their
continuing support. The arrival of massive medical aid from strangers would have
been demeaning to them and might even have been mistaken by the on-planet
imperial representative, who so far had avoided contact with the Monitor Corps,
and the large military establishment he maintained, as a hostile invasion from
space. ...”

In order to reassure the Etlan authorities regarding Federation intentions, and to
discover why the medical aid sent to their ailing colony world was so small and
infrequent, a Monitor vessel with a senior medical officer on board was ent to
Imperial Etla. It was possible that distance had diminished the urgency of the
plight of their sick brothers, hut when the unarmed courier vessel signaled its
approach and landed openly at the planetary capital's spaceport, it was
immediately surrounded by elements of the imperial guard

The reason given for this apparently unfriendly act was that a xenophobic reaction
could be expected from the less intelligent among the local population and the
security of the visitors was of paramount importance. This was also why the ship's
crew, with the exception of their medical officer, should remain on board and
make no attempt to communicate with anyone until the authorities had prepared
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Their medic was given the warmest of welcomes by the imperial advisors and
interrogated in a manner both thorough and friendly about all aspects of the
Federation while at the same time being accorded the honors normally reserved
for a visiting head of state. Meanwhile the sensors on the courier vessel were
uncovering some very disquieting information regarding what the broadcast media
was referring to openly as the Plague Planet as well as obvious— obvious, that
was, to the Corps' political analyst on board—deficiencies in the administration
and financial structure of the Etlan Empire

Their first discovery was that the Plague Planet was out of sight but most
definitely not out of mind. On every street intersection and at frequent intervals
along the intercity roads there were display boards advertising the plight of their
desperately ill brothers on Etla the Sick in graphic and often horrifying detail, all
pleading'for contributions for the relief of their suffering. Every one of the vision
channels ran supporting stories at frequent intervals, and the appeal was invariably
mentioned by candidates seeking political office. It was the most promoted and
popular charity, not only on Imperial Etla but on every other planet of the empire,
and the contributions were continuous and generous

It was impossible to believe that the donations funded the I dispatch of only one
aid ship every ten years

They already knew that the ship arrived, unloaded, and left without delay, because
none of the crew would stay a moment longer than necessary on that planetary
pesthole. The cargo was transferred to Imperial Representative Tel-trenn's estate, a
large, parklike tract of land surrounding a palace and barracks whose perimeter
was guarded by a heavily armed, elite force. The reason given for the military
presence among the unarmed colonists, who were required to supply them with
food and low-ranking support personnel, was that they were there to guard against
a possible off-world invasion. At intervals of a few months, there seemed to be no
great urgency about the process, Teltrenn traveled to distant parts of the colony
world to distribute the new medication, information on its administration, and
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It would have been faster and more efficient to supply the colonist medics with the
new material and instructions simultaneously, but Teltrenn insisted on bringing it
to them in person so that he could pass on the personal sympathy as well as the
good wishes of their emperor

This lack of urgency aroused the suspicions of Conway and the other Corps
medics, who analyzed the various plague vectors going back over several decades.
They found that many of the earlier diseases were disappearing, probably because
the sufferers and their families were developing a natural resistance to them. But
invariably a new disease appeared to replace the old, usually one involving
visually horrifying skin eruptions, multiple limb deformities, or uncontrollable
palsies that were, against all the laws of medical probability, rarely fatal

All of the evidence pointed to the incredible and horrifying conclusion that the
much loved and respected Imperial Representative Teltrenn was deliberately and
systematically spreading diseases, not trying to cure them, and that the reason was
financial

CHAPTER 21
Even the pennies donated by a poor .but sympathetic population in response to a
local disaster appeal could amount to a significant total, and the Etlans were a
generous and caring people who were constantly being reminded of the dreadful
plight of their brothers on Etla the Sick. Those continuing contributions from the
population of fifty inhabited worlds were vast beyond belief, and with a single
relief ship being dispatched every decade, it was obvious that only a tiny fraction
of the total donations was going to the people for whom it was intended. Instead it
was being treated as a covert form of taxation and diverted into the imperial
treasury forthe benefit of the emperor and the proliferating families and personal
armies of his hereditary representatives

This was not a situation that the Federation could tolerate, and when direct
questions regarding the misappropriation of the funds were asked, on Etla the Sick
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warheads—plainly they wanted to avoid the destruction of their spaceports by
using nuclear devices—• were directed at the Monitor vessels, which deployed
their meteorite shields and escaped

The medic who had been visiting Imperial Etla was never heard from again

On the Plague Planet there was enough advance warning from the ship on Imperial
Etla for the Monitor Corps personnel to be withdrawn safely before Lonvellin,
who insisted that it was safe inside its ship's screens, died in a nuclear fireball

The emperor could not allow the truth of what he was doing to be known by the
imperial citizens, so he blamed the Federation for what had happened on Etla the
Sick, accusing it of the crimes he himself had been committing for over a century.
He said that while the Monitor Corps personnel they had seen resembled human
beings like themselves, he had discovered from one of them that the majority of
their Galactic Federation was composed ol visually horrifying, depraved, and
sadistic monsters rendered even more terrible because of their high intelligence.
For the first time in its long history the very existence of the Etlan Empire was
being threatened from space, and theii only defense was an all-out offensive war.
The imperial propagandists and the xenophobia instilled into them from earliest
childhood did the rest, and a vast, crusading war fleei was assembled

"But we are neither stupid nor completely trusting wher meeting strangers,"
Stillman went on. "We do not tell therr where we live until we are sure that they
will be friendly visitors. On both Imperial Etla and here nobody with knowledge
of the coordinates of Federation worlds was allowed tc meet an Etlan. That is
standard first-contact procedure. Bu one set of coordinates is known to every
spacegoing medica officer in the Corps, those for Sector General, and the imperial
advisors had a Corps medic in their hands

"That was why the Etlan war fleet attacked the hospital," he continued, "to capture
rather than destroy it in the hope of finding more addresses. That information had
to be concealed for as long as possible, which was the reason why Sector General's
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astrogation had been evacuated, leaving only a few hundred volunteers on duty....”

An unforeseen result of the staff shortage was that the battle casualties from both
sides were treated in the hospital, it being impossible to tell the difference between
Earth-human and Etlan wounded, and the medics refused to make the distinction
anyway. The casualties overflowed the wards and corridors not blasted open to
space, so that patients who had been enemies found themselves recovering in
adjacent beds with, in the Etlan case, visually horrifying monsters caring for them.
The opposing sets of patients continued fighting with the only weapons left to
them: words. It was a bitter, bloodless battle in which the Etlans learned the truth
about what was happening on their Plague Planet. The end result was that the two
highest-ranking patients, each representing one side, brought the external
hostilities to an end

The Etlan war fleet re-formed and left to visit every world in the empire to spread
newly discovered truth and to offer their help in removing the emperor, his
hereditary representatives, and the private armies they maintained

"It was the biggest and most widespread rebellion in known history," Stillman
went on, "but the Etlans were proud as well as angry. They told us that it was a
family fight and to stay away from all of the worlds called Etla, with one
exception, until they had settled the matter for themselves. And it was here, in this
area, that the war on Etla the Sick began and ended. It began when Teltrenn
launched a nuclear missile at Lonvellin's ship; there is a crater marking the spot
about ten miles to the west. The end came when the inhabitants, supported by the
locally recruited personnel who had captured some armored vehicles, fought the
climactic battle that led to the surrender of Teltrenn's army. But the natives are still
a little ashamed about what they did, even though they had every reason to do it.
That was why Shech-Rar didn't want you blundering around on a nonspecified
investigation and in your ignorance trampling on some very sensitive feelings.”

He looked at one of Prilicla's delicate limbs, which was hanging within a few
inches of his head, and added, "I don't think the colonel has anything to worry
about.”

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"Thank you, friend Stillman," said the empath

The monitor officer gave a long, satisfied sigh and went on, "Before he left Sector
General, the Etlan fleet commander, who had firsthand experience of Federation
medical science as practiced in Sector General, asked us to please return to Etla
the Sick and complete the work interrupted by the war. We did that and, as you
have seen for yourselves, the xenophobia has disappeared along with all the other
diseases imported by the late emperor. This is no longer a sick planet.”

There was a long silence that was broken by Murchison, who said, "I like happy
endings, too, and I don't want to spoil yours. But how sure are you that this place
is clean? I know cross-species infection is supposed to be impossible, but with the
large number of artificially created diseases that were released here, could one of
them have evolved or mutated to the stage where it was able to cross the species
barrier? Or let us suppose that Teltrenn, feeling angry and frightened and spiteful,
launched a biological weapon against his formerly loyal and docile charges. There
was a malfunction and the weapon did no harm except possibly to infect the
Hewlitt child. .. .”

She was interrupted by the humming silence of a speaker that is active but not yet
in use. There was the sound of an Earth-human throat being cleared followed by
the voice of Captain Fletcher

"Doctors," he said, "I have completed the examination of your chemical weapon
and I think you are all on the wrong track/The missile has many of the
characteristics of a biological weapon, but our reconstruction of the course
elements programmed into the guidance system, which was damaged by close
proximity to a nuclear detonation, indicates that the original target was sixty miles
northwest of here, which is a deserted, mountainous, and heavily wooded area that
would not normally be settled for a very long time. Surely an odd place to target a
biological weapon. As well, the missile is not a product of Etlan technology. It is a
modified Federation device

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"The payload was enclosed in a thin-walled, plastic container that was strong
enough to withstand the shock of a parachute landing, but not the impact and
continuing pressure of a heavy object. Pathologist Murchi-son has already
reported that the inner surface of the container fragments was coated with nutrient,
and my investigation of the shape, size, and placement of the pieces indicates an
impact by a large body, soft rather than hard-edged like a rock or other solid
debris, that is consistent with the mass of a small child falling from a tall tree and
dropping onto it.”

They were all staring at the wall speaker in complete silence, and the only
movement on the casualty deck came from Naydrad's fur. Fletcher cleared his
throat again and went on, "Another interesting datum is that the actuator
mechanism that should have opened the payload container is a very precise atomic
clock set for a little over one hundred years.”

Hewlitt did not understand the implications of everything the captain had been
saying, but one thing was clear. After a lifetime of being treated in error as an
overimaginative hypochondriac, it was impossible for him to keep quiet

"Now you have to believe me," he said, and laughed. "I don't know why I'm
laughing about it, but I did catch something here when I was a child and nobody
would . . .”

He broke off because Prilicla had dropped to the deck again, its wings and body
trembling, and Murchison was directing accusing looks at everyone in turn.
Hewlitt had already noticed that she often went into what Naydrad called maternal
mode when someone's unguarded emotional radiation was upsetting her superior

"Whoever is responsible for this," she burst out, "control your feelings, dammit!”

Prilicla's trembling subsided, but not entirely. It said, "Calm yourself, friend
Murchison, the loss of emotional control is my own. I was thinking about
Lonvellin, and friend Hewlitt's loose tooth, and feeling very, very stupid. But now,
hopefully, I am recovering the use of my mind. Friend Fletcher.”

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"Doctor," said the captain

"We must return to Sector General at once," it went on. "Power Room, prepare to
lift off as soon as the captain and Danalta are back on board. Communications,
notify the hospital of the presence of a possible cross-species infection involving a
wide range of nonspecific allergic reactions and originating with Patients Hewlitt
and Morredeth, who are required for further clinical examination. Advise that all
medical staff or patients who had physical contact with the named patients are to
quarantine themselves in lightweight environmental-protection envelopes, which
they will wear at all times when on duty or they themselves are under treatment. If
minor injury or work-stress-related discomfort occurs among these staff members,
such as headaches or muscular fatigue, they must not self-administer or be given •;
sedative or painkilling medication. Patients under treatment '| are not to be given
new medication of any type or hi any form. Further instructions will follow when
Patient Hewlett's test results are available

"Dr. Stillman," the empath went on, "while you were still on the way back from
the ravine I prepared a tape for you, edited to remove the sections that were not
relevant to the mission, of the Meeting of Diagnosticians which took place before
we left the hospital. It will answer many of .the questions we have been avoiding
until now. Colonel Shech-Rar and yourself may take whatever action is
appropriate in the light of this information. But as nobody else, to your
knowledge, has displayed the nonspecific Hewlitt symptoms after a time lapse of
twenty-odd years, the risk to you is small. For the present we have nothing more to
do on Etla and must leave without delay

"Friend Naydrad," it continued. "We have a four-day hyperjump to Sector
General. That should give us enough time for a full-scale clinical investigation and
test of responses to the complete range of DBDG medication currently in use,
including types already used on Patient Hewlitt but discontinued because of the
allergic reactions. In case there is an emergency, set up for continuous level-three
monitoring. . . .”

"But I don't understand," said Stillman, raising his voice above the sounds of a

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ship preparing for imminent departure. "Lonvellin died. Its ship was vaporized
with it inside before Hewlitt was even born.”

"Unless you wish to make an unscheduled visit to Sector General, friend
Stillman," said Prilicla as the sound of Fletcher and Danalta climbing the boarding
ramp reached them, "y°u must leave the ship at once. There is no time to explain
now, but I shall send copies of our findings to the colonel and yourself in due
course. Please excuse my bad manners, thank you for your cooperation, and good-
bye.”

Hewlitt waited until the Monitor Corps officer disappeared through the personnel
lock, and then he said, "I don't understand what the hell is going on, either. Why
do you want to test me with medication you know has nearly killed me in the
past?”

"Compose yourself, friend Hewlitt," said Prilicla, beginning to tremble again. "I
do not believe that you will be at serious risk. Please return to your bed and remain
there until I give you permission to leave it. Your hush field will be maintained
while we are discussing ideas and procedures that you might find unsettling.”

CHAPTER 22
 Hewlitt kept his eyes on the flickering, grey noncolor of hyperspace outside the
direct-vision panel and waited for something calamitous to happen to him. He did
not look at any of the others, because they were watching him, waiting for the
same thing to occur while smiling or otherwise trying to radiate encouragement.
The amount of monitoring equipment surrounding him and the number of sensors
taped to his body were not encouraging

"You told me that I was to be given no medication of any kind," Hewlitt said as
Murchison touched another hyposprayer to his upper arm and the unfelt dose was
administered. "Now you seem to be trying me on everything in stock. Why,
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The pathologist watched him closely for about three minutes, then said, "We
changed our mind. How do you feel?”

"All right," he replied. "No change except that I feel a little drowsy. How am I
supposed to feel?”

"All right, and a little drowsy," said Murchison, smiling. "It was a mild sedative I
gave you. It should help you to relax.”

"When Senior Physician Medalont tried to give me a sedative," said Hewlitt, "you
know what happened.”

"Yes," said Murchison. "But we have tested you with that particular medication,
and a few others in minute quantities, without any sign of your customary
hyperallergic reaction. I'm trying another, a new one that was not available to your
planetside doctors. What do you feel, now?”

Hewlitt felt the downdraft from Prilicla's wings against his face and chest as the
little empath flew closer, but he knew that particular sensation was of no interest
to the pathologist

"Still nothing," he replied, then, "No, wait. The whole area is going numb. What's
happening?”

"Nothing you need worry about," said the pathologist, smiling again. "This time
I'm testing a local anesthetic. According to the monitor your life signs are
optimum. But are there any other symptoms, a mild itching of the skin, a general
feeling of unease or any other symptoms, possibly subjective, which could be your
subconscious giving an early warning of trouble to come?”

"No," said Hewlitt

Prilicla made a soft trilling sound that did not translate, then said, "The.patient is
being polite while trying to control intense feelings of curiosity, concern,
confusion, and irritation. Perhaps the relief of the first would reduce the intensity

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of the other three. You have questions, friend Hewlitt. I can answer some of them
now.”

But not all of them, Hewlitt thought. He was surprised when Murchison spoke first

"You know that we all have questions, sir," she said, looking from Danalta to
Naydrad and back to Prilicla. "Why all the fuss over an ex-patient who died a
quarter of a century ago? What was the reason for that signal calling for
precautions against cross-species infection when we know it is impossible
anyway? Why the sudden return to Sector General and the battery of tests ordered
for Patient Hewlitt?”

"Those," said Hewlitt, "would have been my questions as well.”

Prilicla drifted to the deck, perhaps in preparation for a surge of emotional
radiation that would make it difficult to fly, and said, "There are similarities,
specifically in the manner of the early negative response and subsequent
acceptance of medical treatment, in the cases of Patients Lonvellin and Hewlitt.
There is a possibility that I am wrong and the similarities are coincidental, but
either way I must know before we reach the hospital. Friend Hewlitt is available
for investigation but, regrettably, Lonvellin is not.”

Murchison shook her head. "Maybe not in person," she said. "But if you need a
close comparison, why not call up its case history from Records?”

"Lonvellin's records were wiped during the Etlan bombardment," Prilicla said,
"when the main computer was knocked out along with the entire other-species
translator system...”

"I remember that," said Murchison in a voice that suggested that it was not a
pleasant memory, "but I remember nothing about a patient called Lonvellin.”

"... so that the only records of the case remaining to us," it went on, "are held in
the fading memories of Diagnosticians Conway and Thornnastor and myself, who
were the people directly concerned with the patient's treatment. Since it was

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discharged cured and its subsequent death was in no way due to our treatment, no
effort was made to replace the case history from our recollections. Do not blame
yourself for not remembering Patient Lonvellin. At the time you were a final-year
trainee, not yet specialized in other-species pathology, and still to become the then
Senior Physician Conway's life-mate, although I remember that your emotional
radiation when your duties brought the two of you together was quite ...”

"Doctor," said Murchison, "surely our emotional radiation in that situation was
privileged.”

"Hardly," said Prilicla, "since your emotional involvement at the time was
common knowledge to everyone in the hospital. Besides, every Earth-human male
DBDG on the staff produced similar emotional radiation in your presence,
although the feelings were diluted by envy when the two of you were formally
mated. While you were alone together I should have thought it unlikely that you
would have spent your time in detailed clinical discussions of your current
patients.”

"You are right," said Murchison. The softness in her voice suggested that her mind
was distant in time and space and that the place was a very pleasant one

Prilicla allowed a moment for her to return to the here and now before going on.
"This is the same information I taped for Shech-Rar and friend Srillman, and you
may scan the original record at any time. But the proceedings of a Meeting of
Diagnosticians might be difficult for a layperson to comprehend, so I will
summarize and simplify it for friend Hewlitt's benefit. ...”

Lonvellin had been discovered alone and unconscious inside an undamaged ship
following the release of its distress beacon. Originally it was thought that the
being was a criminal guilty of murder and possibly cannibalism, because the
translation of the ship's log indicated the presence on board of another entity, a
personal medic of some kind who had apparently been guilty of mistreating its
employer and of whom there had been no physical trace. For this reason, and
because the patient was a physically massive being who was well armed with

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natural weapons, it had been admitted and treated under Monitor Corps guard until
the truth became known

Lonvellin had been a warm-blooded oxygen-breather of physiological
classification EPLH. Its cranium was protected by an immobile, osseous dome,
pierced at regular intervals for visual, aural, and olfactory sensors, set atop a pear-
shaped, scaly body possessing five shoulder-level tentacles, four of which
terminated in clusters of specialized digits and the other in a heavy, osseous club
with which it had, presumably, battered its way to the top of its evolution-, | ary
tree. Its method of locomotion was snail-like, but not slow, using a wide apron of
muscle around the lower body. The EPLH presented what appeared to be a
widespread and well-developed epithelioma covering the entire body, although a
cancerous skin condition of that type did not normally render a patient deeply
unconscious. A fast-acting specific suited to the patient's metabolism was
administered subdermally and the early results were good. But within a few
minutes the patient became physically disturbed and somehow managed to
neutralize the effect of the medication so that the area under treatment returned to
its previous condition. During this episode the biosensors reported that the patient
had remained deeply unconscious, anesthetized and supposedly incapable of all
physical movement. Since the indicated medication was ineffective, the surgical
removal of the affected scales was begun but this, too, was resisted. Following the
excision of the first few scales, the remainder grew deep root systems which
penetrated underlying organs so that their removal was impossible without the risk
of inflicting life-threatening damage-In the hope of finding an explanation for this
clinically inexplicable situation, including the fact that it reacted physically while
supposedly unconscious and incapable of movement, Conway requested an
examination of the patient's emotional radiation

"That was where I came in," Prilicla went on. "We discovered that there was
another thinking entity inside Lonvellin, a separate and distinct and fully
conscious person who was not being affected by the medication given to the
patient and whose presence did not register on their diagnostic instrumentation.
Friend Conway, making one of the intuitive leaps that are the mark of future
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small for normal scanner detection. It had formulated a hypothesis based on what
little was known or deduced from the examination of the patient, the references to
a personal physician in the ship's log, and the psychological and behavior patterns
that were common to the very aged.: . .”

Lonvellin was an aging member of an extremely long-lived species. In common
with all beings of advanced age it was subject to increasing physiological
deterioration in spite of its efforts to maintain itself in optimum physical and
mental condition so that it could continue with the planetwide sociological
projects which had become its only interest and reason for living. It would have
foreseen the time when it would require the services of a skilled medic on a
continuous basis, and that quality of medical assistance was unlikely to be
available on the type of backward world where Lonvellin was accustomed to
doing its work of healing sick planetary cultures

But somewhere in the recent past—recent because the creature was new to the job
and had made mistakes-— Lonvellin discovered and Conway had deduced the
presence of the ultimate healer

It was nothing less than an intelligent, organized collection of viruses living within
its host and maintaining the body it occupied in perfect health while protecting it
against invading pathogens as well as stimulating and directing the natural
mechanisms of healing to repair physical injury. But it was a thinking creature
inside a body that was deeply unconscious and therefore incapable of thought, and
its emotional radiation could not be hidden from an empath like Prilicla. Conway
tested his theory by mounting a crude, physical attack on Lonvellin that its natural
defenses could not cope with, a spike driven very slowly into the body where there
was an underlying vital organ. This tricked the virus creature into collecting itself
under the puncture to defend the area with a small, dense, organic plate-composed
of its own and a small amount of Lonvellin's body material

As soon as the process was complete, Conway excised the creature, discovering
that its body mass was little more than that of an Earth-human's closed fist, and
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and the newly inflicted surgical wound were treated routinely without any further
interference from Lonvellin's resident physician

The original problem had been caused by the ignorance of the virus creature, who
had been attempting to maintain the host's physical condition by retaining the
dying body scales, which, in Lonvellin's species, were shed periodically so that
new ones could grow. The mistake could be excused by the fact that, in spite of
the intelligence of both entities, there was no direct communication between host
and sym-biote, merely a weak, empathic bond which allowed the transmission of
feelings rather than thought

In spite of the mistake, Lonvellin forgave its personal physician and insisted on
having it returned to its former place. Sector General would dearly have loved to
investigate this unique life-form, but ethically the virus creature fell into a grey
area between sapient being and disease, so the hospital acquiesced. Lonvellin and
its resident physician moved to Etla the Sick, where it and its ship were vaporized.
At the time everyone was sure that the virus entity had perished with its patient;
That was the state of knowledge when the Meeting of Diagnosticians sent
Rhabwar to Etla in the hope of finding an explanation for the Hewlitt-Morredeth
incidents. They did not expect the medical team to succeed

"But now we know that Lonvellin foresaw the possibility of a lethal attack,"
Prilicla went on, "and made preparations that would enable its intelligent symbiote
to survive. There was limited communication between the two, but I should think
that the warning of an imminent nuclear strike furnished by the ship's sensors, and
the terrible knowledge that its immensely long life was about to end, was enough
of an emotional shock to drive the virus creature out of its host's body and into the
survival container carried by the escape vehicle. The container was fitted with a
time-release delay of one hundred standard years in the hope that, when the
contents were released, both the war and the population's xenophobia would have
been long forgotten. But the nuclear strike must have occurred seconds after
launch, the escape vehicle was damaged, and the virus creature was released
prematurely by an Earth-human child falling out of a tree and smashing the
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"So that's what happened to me," said Hewlitt. Sheer relief that an explanation, no
matter how incredible, had been found for his lifetime of apparent hypochondria
made him laugh out loud. "Are you telling me that it wasn't a disease that ailed
me, it was a bloody doctor?”

CHAPTER 23
 I was fairly sure that is what happened to you," Prilicla replied, "when I made the
connection between the incident of your childhood teeth and Lonvellin's scales,
which also grew rootlets and refused to come loose. If we now accept that
everything you have told us was true, let us fit| the facts to our new theory.
Consider

"When you climbed that tree, ate the toxic fruit, and fell into the ravine," Prilicla
said, "you should have died. Probably as the result of trauma associated with a fall
from that height, and certainly from the quantity of poison youi ingested. Instead,
the virus creature's survival pod was ruptured and it invaded your damaged body.
Discovering that you were a suitable host who was terminating, it sustained you
while it repaired the physical damage and stimulated the natural detoxification
mechanism of your body to neutralize the poison. It was able to do so quickly, I
assume, because at the time your body mass was about one-twentieth that of its
previous host. How and why this was done we cannot know until we devise a
method of communication more precise than empathy

"My own feeling," it continued, "is that the virus entity cannot exist for long on its
own, that its continued survival depends on it occupying the largest and potentially
the most long-lived creature it can find and, by abstracting the necessary data from
the genetic cell material, extending both their lifetimes by maintaining the host in
optimum physical health. But the creature is not infallible. It did not realize that
there are times when a host body should not be maintained without change
because some of the changes are normal and healthy. Lohvellin's problem with the
aging scales il could not discard and your teeth that refused to loosen, plus your
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"But there is also evidence that the virus creature is under the partial control of its
host," said Prilicla, and paused

For a moment Hewlitt thought that it might be a pause to allow one of the others to
comment, but there was no response. He wondered whether the empath was taking
time to choose the right words or simply needed to rest its speaking organ

"For example," Prilicla resumed, "there is the incident with the injured cat. You
had a strong, emotional attachment to this entity, so much so that you took it to
bed with you in the childish hope of nursing it back to health. So intense was your
need to make it well again that the feeling caused the virus creature to invade the
kitten, repair the multiple trauma, and restore it overnight to full health before
returning to what it must have known was a more long-lived host

"And many years later," it continued, "when you became friendly with Patient
Morredeth.and were affected by the distress it was suffering and would continue to
suffer for the rest of its life because of its damaged fur, you made clos physical
contact with it and the same thing happened.”

"But I wasn't expecting anything to happen," Hewlitt protested. "It was
accidental—I just pushed my hands against its fur.”

"Even though the injury was not life-threatening," Prili-cla went on, "Morredeth
was restored to nominal physical condition, its disfigurement cured as completely
and thoroughly as were the injuries to your cat. Unlike the case of your household
pet, the virus creature did not return to your body after completing its work. Why
not?”

Hewlitt took the question to be rhetorical and remained silent, as did the others

"It is natural for any organism to evolve," Prilicla went on, "and for one with
intelligence to learn and seek new experience. I feel sure now that Lonvellin's
former personal physician has evolved over the past quarter of a century. Perhaps
the change came about as the result of proximity to a nuclear detonation, although
normally that would inhibit organic growth, or it could be a normal process of
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evolution, whatever that may be in a collection of viruses. Either way there is
evidence of increasing sensitivity both to empathic direction and reaction to
external events. It was only three child-teeth that refused to loosen. Subsequent
teeth behaved normally, and many of the later conditions were temporary and did
not recur. This caused your symptoms to be attributed, wrongly as we now know,
to an over-active imagination. Quite rightly, none of your medics on Earth or in
Ward Seven would risk readministering medication that had already produced an
allergic reaction. If they had, and your symbiote had learned enough about your
metabolism by then to realize that the foreign material was harmless, your
response to a second dose might have been normal

"The behavior of the virus creature during your stay in Sector General shows a
distinct change," the empath continued. "Unlike the creature I remember, whose
emotional radiation was composed primarily of fear and anxiety to return to
Lonvellin as quickly as possible, it now seems more willing to transfer to other
bodies. Perhaps it is no longer satisfied with you as a host.”

"In the circumstances," said Hewlitt dryly, "I feel grateful rather than offended.”

Prilicla ignored the interruption and went on, "It may be that, after a quarter of a
century of occupancy, the virus creature was growing bored with the DBDG life-
form and wanted to find one that was more interesting, and Sector General was the
ideal place to find interesting life-forms. But I prefer to think that, for its own
continued long-term survival, it needed to seek out one with an extended life span
like that of its former host, Lonvellin. That is why it vacated a short-lived,
nonsapient life-form like your cat and returned to you as soon as its work was
done. It did not return to you, or perhaps in the ensuing confusion it did not have
the opportunity to return, after it entered Morredeth and regrew the Kelgian's fur.
But neither did it remain with Morredeth. I know this because it was not in
occupancy when I scanned Morredeth before leaving the hospital. The past four
days of testing and my monitoring of your emotional radiation since you joined
Rhabwar show that it is not in you. Nor was it in your aged, onetime pet

"The most serious and urgent question facing us now," it ended, "is who it is

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occupying at present and what is it going to do next?”

Hewlitt was still feeling relieved and happy that he was free of the creature at last,
but there was a nagging doubt in his mind about his good fortune. Everyone was
watching him. Danalta had no expression that anyone could read, Murchison's
smile had stopped short of her eyes, Naydrad's fur was being pulled into small,
tight ripples, and Prilicla had been trembling since it had begun talking. He felt the
need of further reassurance

"Is it possible," he said, "that the virus learned how to hide its emotions from
you?”

"No, friend Hewlitt," the empath replied without hesitation. "Whether or not an
organic entity is sapient it has feelings, and often the smallest and least intelligent
beings have the strongest and most disturbing emotions. I remember that the
feelings of Lonvellin's personal physician were characteristic of a highly
intelligent mind. No thinking and, therefore, feeling entity can hide its emotional
radiation from me. Only a nonorganic computer could do that, because it doesn't
have any

"Try not to worry, friend Hewlitt," it went on. "In the past it has made
unintentional mistakes, but otherwise it maintained and left Lonvellin, your pet,
and yourself a legacy of perfect health. The cat, who is extremely aged for one of
its short-lived species, is proof of that. I would say that, barring accidents, you
also will have a proportionately long and healthy life.”

"Thank you, Doctor," said Hewlitt, and laughed. "But am I missing something?
Why is the creature a serious and urgent problem when you said yourself that it
means no harm and is doing good work? So you have another weird, other-species
doctor loose in the hospital. What else is new?”

Murchison did not smile, Danalta's body wobbled, and Naydrad's fur twitched into
even stranger patterns, and it was clear that Prilicla was not appreciating his
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"The virus creature does not intend to do harm," it said. "But then, it was not
trying to harm you when its good intentions resulted in twenty years of clinical
confusion and psychological distress. At present it seems anxious to experiment
by changing hosts as often as possible, and the I unintentional harm and confusion
it could cause in a multi-environment hospital, where there is a choice of sixty-odd
different species among the patients and staff, doesn't bear thinking about.”

For an instant Hewlitt felt the twisting sensation of an emergence from
hyperspace. The direct-vision panel was showing the starry blackness of normal
space and the blazing, multicolored lights of Sector General, which made the
hospital look enormous even at Jump distance. Only he seemed to be looking at it

"Our first priority is to find, isolate, and withdraw the creature from its current
host," said Prilicla, speaking to the others. "Then we must learn to talk to an entity
who has no direct channels of communication other than the feelings it receives
and radiates. Somehow we must devise a means of two-way communication so
that we can reassure it, and obtain its permission for an extended, clinical
investigation, before asking questions about its evolutionary background,
physiology, physical and psychological needs, and, most important of all, its
method and frequency of reproduction. If all goes well, and we can only hope that
it does, we must decide whether or not it or its offspring can be allowed any more
hosts

"I should explain that the personal physician of Lonvellin, Morredeth, and
yourself," Prilicla went on for Hewlitt's benefit, "could render all other physicians
redundant. It is the only known specimen of a truly unique life-form, and if the
species can reproduce itself in sufficient numbers and be active among other
species without harmful side effects, medicine throughout the Galactic Federation
will be reduced to the practice of accident and emergency surgical procedures.”

They were all looking at the empath so intently that the accompanying emotional
radiation had forced it to land again. Hewlitt was at a loss to understand it. Surely
the things the empath had been saying were good and exciting news for any truly
dedicated member of the medical profession. Why did he have the distinct

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impression that Prilicla was trying to reassure the others as much as itself, and it
had failed? Hewlitt was the first to break the silence

"I'm sorry if you still have problems," he said, "and I don't want to appear selfish,
but I have more questions. If the virus creature has left me, and your tests have
shown that I am no longer allergic to medication, does that mean that I'm cured of
the other problems, too? And does it mean that when I return to Earth I won't have
to, well, avoid female company or...”

"That is exactly what it means," Murchison broke in, "when you return home.”

Hewlitt gave a long, satisfied sigh. He wanted to tell these people how grateful he
was for all they had done for him. Even though they had not believed him at first,
they had not given up on his case as all the Earthside medics had done. But the
right words would not come and all he could say was "So my troubles are over." ,
"Your troubles," said Naydrad, "are just beginning.”

"There speaks a true misogynist . . ." Hewlitt began, when there was an
interruption from the wall speaker

"Dr. Prilicla, the hospital is transmitting a recorded message with an Emergency
Three coding on all non-Service frequencies. It says that all incoming ships with
noncritical casualties on board should divert to the nearest same-species hospital.
Only urgent cases which have obtained diagnostician clearance are to be admitted
until further notice. Incoming transport and supply vessels are requested to
position themselves beyond the inner beacons and prepare for a possible mass
evacuation of all patients and staff. They say it is a power-generation problem and
Maintenance is dealing with it

"I'm trying to raise someone who knows what the hell is going on. . . .”

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Instead he had been assigned Earth-human DBDG single accommodation. Since
patients like himself were not allowed to bring many personal possessions with
them, the place was bare but comfortable. He was issued with a set of medic's
coveralls which, with the addition of a helmet and surgical gauntlets, doubled as a
lightweight environmental protection suit. All direct physical contact with other
people was forbidden, but the helmet was allowed to remain open because the
intelligent virus was not transmissible by air. He was told not to go exploring
within the hospital unless accompanied by one ofRhabwar's medical team or a
member of the Psychology Department. In the event, he was accompanied and
questioned so much during the first three days that the compartment was used only
for sleeping

With great reluctance he had agreed to remain in the hospital, it being very
difficult not to agree when Prilicla asked a favor, in the hope that he "would be
able to help find the' virus creature's current host. Counting all the patients and
staff, there were more than ten thousand places for it to hide. When he told the
other that his contribution would be negligible and he would rather go home,
Prilicla had changed the subject

Early on the fourth day, Braithwaite called to take him to what the lieutenant
thought would probably be a lack-of-progress meeting in the chief psychologist's
office. As soon as they arrived it was clear that everyone had been waiting for
them

"Mr. Hewlitt, I am Diagnostician Conway," said a tall Earth-human whose
features were shaded by his helmet. "For your benefit I shall outline the situation
as simply as possible while hoping that you won't be offended by the
simplification. Please listen carefully and feel free to interrupt if you think it
necessary

"In order to avoid unnecessary speculation and consequent mental distress among
the hospital personnel," he went on, looking in turn at the people who were
crowding Chief Psychologist O'Mara's office, "I suggest that all knowledge of this
search and its object be limited to those present, who are the only people with

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some idea of what we are looking for, and, naturally, the senior staff members
who are already aware of the problem . ..”

And the suggestion of a diagnostician, Hewlitt had learned, was nothing less than
an entry in future history

"... even though it is extremely unlikely that we will find the entity in its natural
state," he continued, "which the last time Isaw it was a fist-sized lump of pink,
translucent jelly, although the coloration may have been due to a minor loss of
blood while it was being surgically excised from Lonvel-lin's body . . .”

Major O'Mara, Hewlitt decided, had to be the elderly, stern-faced officer in
Monitor green who was seated at the big desk with Braithwaite standing beside
him and Conway and the Rhabvsar medical team facing them. They were all
wearing lightweight suits, including Prilicla, who was using a gravity nullifier
pack to hover because its wings were tightly folded inside the protective envelope.
Apart from Naydrad, who had found a physiologically suitable piece of furniture
to occupy, everyone stood and listened in silence

"There was no opportunity for a close study of the creature," Conway said. "Being
an intelligent life-form, we required its permission for such a thorough and, for it,
perhaps hazardous investigation. The only communication channel available was
its emotional radiation, which provided accurate information on its feelings but no
clinical facts. When Lonvellin insisted that its personal physician be returned to it
without delay, reabsorption took place in eight-point-three seconds via the mucosa
of an eating orifice. Except for the presence of two sources of emotional radiation
and the increase of body weight, which matched exactly that of the virus creature,
we could detect no physical indication of its presence within the host

"But we must find this indetectable parasite," he continued, "and quickly. It is an
intelligent organism that so far has tried to be helpful even though its attempts, in
the Hewlitt case, caused long-term physical and psychological distress. But an
organism that can jump the species barrier, and has absolutely no medical
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inside a multi-species hospital.”

Conway paused to look at everyone in the room before returning his attention to
Hewlitt. When he spoke, his voice was calm and clinical, but the emotional
accompaniment was causing Prilicla to wobble badly in flight

"It is imperative that we reduce the field of search," he said, "either by eliminating
certain individuals or groups who are possible hosts, or by concentrating our
efforts on finding the probables. The psychology staff are already plugged into the
grapevine in the hope of hearing gossip about patients whose condition has
deteriorated following treatment, or who have improved suddenly for no apparent
reason. They will pass their findings, if any, to us for clinical investigation. But in
a hospital, patients' conditions will worsen or improve normally without the help
of our intelligent virus friend

"As an ex-host with long-term, personal experience of the organism," Conway
ended, "do you have any suggestions that might help us?”

As the only nonmedic in the room, Hewlitt was surprised that a question had been
directed at him first. He wondered whether Diagnostician Conway was being
polite or feeling really desperate

"I, I didn't even know it was there," he said. "I'm sorry.”

Speaking for the first time, O'Mara said, "You must know something even though
you may not realize you do. Were you ever aware of any thoughts or feelings that
seemed foreign to you at the time, or of seeing people, objects, or events from a
viewpoint that might not have been your own? Do you remember having strange
dreams or nightmares, or of behaving in what seemed to be an uncharacteristic
fashion? The creature's occupation of your body was complete and physically
traceless but your mind, even subconsciously, should have been aware of it. In
retrospect, can you remember anything of that nature? "Think carefully.”

Hewlitt shook his head. "Most of the time I felt very well, and at intervals very
angry when I wasn't well and nobody would believe I was sick. Now I know the
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reason for what was happening to me. But that thing was inside me for most of my
life, so I don't know how I would have felt if it hadn't been there. I'm not being
much help.”

"Neither are you taking much time to think carefully," said O'Mara dryly

"Friend Hewlitt," said Prilicla, who was sharing his feelings of embarrassment and
irritation and wishing to reduce them, "we realize that the question is unreasonable
because by its very nature the creature is undetectable. But consider this. For more
than twenty years you have been occupied by an entity who had the ability to read
your body's genetic blueprint and, as when you accidentally poisoned yourself and
suffered grave injuries in a fall and a flyer accident, restore you to optimum
physical condition. This may have been simple self-preservation on its part, an
evolutionary need to maintain a healthy and long-lived host. It is even possible
that your friend derives pleasure and satisfaction from adapting itself to new life-
forms. But maybe there is more. A highly intelligent being can be expected to
have other, less selfish and more subtle feelings, like altruism, a sense of justice,
or simple gratitude. It was able to share your emotions, at least those which were
simple and most strongly felt, although those associated with your transition
through puberty probably confused it as much as they did you. Some of them,
those which led to the restoration of your dying pet and Patient Morredeth's
damaged fur, it understood well enough to be able to act on them

"Did it do this because it was sharing your grief," Prilicla went on, "or was it
simply taking advantage of the chance to explore another life-form? Either way, it
left that kitten in a state of health that has been maintained long past the normal
life expectancy for that species. It left you, Patient Morre-deth, and, presumably,
an as yet unknown number of others in the same condition of perfect health. We
would like to know why. If friend O'Mara can gain some idea of how this entity is
motivated, we will have a better chance of finding and trapping it.”

"I would help you if I could..." Hewlitt began, when the chief psychologist raised a
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"We know that," said O'Mara. "This thinking entity occupied your body. It must
have used your sensory input because it was aware, however imperfectly, of your
outside world and was under your emotional direction during the ; incidents with
the cat and Morredeth. I realize that the situation was abnormal in that you had no
physical or psychological baseline with which to make comparisons. But if you
were sharing sensory input and feelings, it is logical to assume that the process
was two-way and that you had some I awareness of the creature's thought
processes even though ; you did not recognize them for what they were

"You probably think I am clutching at straws," the chief psychologist ended. "I
am. Well?”

Hewlitt was silent for a moment as he tried to organize his thoughts. Then he said,
"I want to help you, Major j O'Mara. But if I were to recall the memories and
feelings ofj twenty-odd years, they might not be clear or accurate and some of
them would be influenced or distorted by my present knowledge of what was
really going on. Isn't that so?”

The psychologist's steady, grey eyes had been fixed on Hewlitt's face since he had
begun speaking. O'Mara said, "And the next word you say will be 'But.' “

"But," said Hewlitt obligingly, "the things that happened ' to me since my arrival
in Sector General are clearer, and* some of my feelings surprised me. To explain I
have to go back to when I was a child.”

O'Mara continued staring at him. He seemed to have forgotten how to blink

Hewlitt took a deep breath and went on. "I was too young at the time to be told or
even to understand the cultural-'; contact reasons why all the off-worlders attached
to Etla base were expected to show an example to the natives by'| other-species
socializing, which included showing them thel Tralthan, Orligian, Kelgian, or
whoever's children playing together, under supervision, of course. One day the
supervisor happened to be looking at another area of the swimming pool when I
was dragged under by a Melfan amphibian who thought that I could breathe water,
too. It was an accident and I was more frightened than hurt, but I never attended
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the other-species playground again. My parents told me I would grow out of my
fear, but they didn't push it. That was the reason I was at home and, feeling bored,
wandered off to explore and had that accident in the tree

"From your monitoring of my conversation in the ward," he continued, "you
already know that my work on Earth is interesting but not exciting and never
involved meetings with off-worlders. I saw them on the Earth-vision broadcasts
but did not, as my parents had promised, grow out of my childhood fear of them.
There were a few extraterrestrials attached to the hospitals I attended, but I refused
to allow them anywhere near me, and believing that I was really a psychiatric
case, my doctors agreed to keep their other-species medics away from me.”

For a moment O'Mara's eyes were hidden by a frown of impatience. He said,
"Presumably this is leading us somewhere?”

"Probably nowhere," Hewlitt went on, ignoring the sarcasm. "On the way here I
was in the care of a great, hairy, self-opinionated Orligian medic who also thought
it could effect a cure by convincing me that my problems were due to an
overactive imagination. I knew consciously if not subconsciously that, in spite of
its appearance, it would not harm me. It was the first other-species person I had
met since childhood. I felt curiosity as well as fear in its presence, but disliked its
manner too much to ask questions

"Then I arrived here," he continued quickly. "I was met by a Hudlar nurse, and on
the way to and inside the ward I passed or lay close to creatures the like of which I
had not imagined in my worst nightmares. Even though I knew they! were medical
staffer patients, I was still so terrified by them] that for a long time I was afraid to
go to sleep. But I wasfl curious, too, and wanted to know more about them in spite
of being afraid. I felt frightened by Charge Nurse Leethveeschi, but curious as
well.”

Naydrad made a gurgling, untranslatable sound. Hewlitt ignored it, as did O'Mara
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"Within a few hdurs," he continued, "I was asking questions of the Hudlar,
Leethveeschi, and Medalont. Next day I was talking and playing cards with other
patients. The point I'm trying to make is that this was not the kind of behavior I
expected of myself. The xenophobia I felt at the time was mine all right, but the
intense and continuing curiosity about the other life-forms around me must have
belonged to somebody else.”

For a moment it seemed that the office had become a still picture in which
everyone was looking at him. Motion and sound returned when O'Mara nodded
and spoke

"You are right," he said, "but not entirely. It seems that your parents were right
and you did grow out of your fear of other-worlders within hours of your arrival
here. Prilicla was greatly impressed by you. It tells me that when you met the
medical team on Rhabwar for the first time, your xenophobia was minimal, well
controlled, and temporary. This was at a time when the virus creature was no
longer in occupation. Since the Morredeth incident when the virus left you, the
curiosity and interest you felt regarding ETs was entirely your own.”

"I suppose that is a compliment," said Hewlitt, smiling

O'Mara scowled. "An observation," he said. "My job here is to shrink heads, not
swell them. But we may have something useful here. Can you describe this shared
curiosity and its degree of intensity, and, assuming that the virus was principally
interested in other life-forms as potential hosts, were you aware of this more
selfish purpose behind vour feeling of curiosity? For example, did you form the
impression that the virus entity was able to move to another host of its own
volition? And are you completely sure the transfer was dependent on your
emotional state, as was the case with your cat and Morredeth? Try to recall your
feelings, all of them, and take time to think about your answer.”

"I don't need time to think about it," Hewlitt protested. "On the two occasions that
the virus moved out of me I was feeling deep sympathy, so I cannot be absolutely
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concerned, I held on to it all night, but the contact with Morredeth was over in a
minute, maybe a little more. I remember wanting to pull my hands away because
the stuff smeared over the wound and dressings felt unpleasant, but at first I
couldn't move my hands. When I did pull them away, I remember that my palms
and fingers felt strange, there was a hot, tingling sensation in them that
disappeared after a few seconds. It was probably subjective. I didn't mention it
before because at the time nobody was believing anything I said and it was
probably unimportant anyway.”

"And do you remember anything else that is probably unimportant?" said O'Mara

Hewlitt took a deep breath and tried to ignore the sarcasm for Prilicla's sake rather
than the major's, then said, "If we assume that physical contact is required for the
creature to transfer to a new host, and it was continually interested in the
possibility of making such a move, what about my interest in Leethveeschi and
that doctor who drove into the ward in a pressurized tank? I am very sure that I
wanted no physical contact with either of them, especially the charge nurse, so the
curiosity could not have been mine. Does that mean the creature wastes its time on
feelings that are impossible for it to fulfill, or is it-capable of transferring itself to
any living being regardless of species?”

O'Mara gave a short, irritated sigh. He said, "There was always the chance that
you would add to the problem rather than help provide the solution. If you are
right and our friend is not confined to transferring into warm-blooded oxygen-
breathing hosts, that will seriously complicate our search." He looked at the
medics in turn. "Is such a radical, cross-species transfer possible?”

Diagnostician Conway was the first to speak. He said, "As close to impossible as
makes no difference”

"Until Patient Hewlitt arrived among us," said O'Mara with the sarcastic edge
returning to his voice, "we thought it impossible for a microorganism that had
evolved on one world to survive in a life-form from another.”

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However, there are major differences in the metabolism and life processes of a
chlorine-breathing host, and the biochemical adaptation needed would be, again,
close to impossible, . ..”

"And who would want to live inside an Illensan anyway?" said Naydrad

"As for more exotic life-forms like the TLTUs, SNLUs, or VTXMs," he went on,
ignoring the interruption and glancing toward Hewlitt to show that the explanation
was for his benefit, "I would say with more confidence that they are completely
unsuitable as hosts. The first breathes high-pressure, superheated steam in an
environment which, in the old days, was used to sterilize infected surgical
instruments. SNLUs are methane life-forms with a complex mineral and liquid
crystalline structure which decomposes at temperatures in excess of eighteen
degrees above absolute zero. As for the VTXMs, the Telfi are another hot life-
form, not because of an elevated body temperature but because they need to
absorb high levels of hard radiation to support their life processes

"It follows that these three life-forms can be eliminated as potential hosts," the
diagnostician ended, "because a virus would be unable to survive in any of them.”

Before O'Mara could reply, Prilicla made an unsteadj landing on top of an
unoccupied piece of furniture. Its trembling was minor and of the kind, Hewlitt
had discovered indicating that it was nerving itself to the major effort ol saying
something disagreeable

"It is possible that you are wrong, friend Conway," it said, "And I, too, may be
contributing to the problem rather than its solution because we cannot exclude the
Telfi as possible hosts. Our virus was able to survive when its escape vehicle was
in close proximity to the nuclear detonation thai destroyed Lonvellin's ship. The
outer casing of the creature's pod was partially melted and superficially damaged
by flying wreckage, but it had also absorbed sufficient radiation for strong traces
to be present after twenty-five years. At the ' time it took the young Hewlitt as a
host, it had been occupying that pod and absorbing significantly higher, although
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contamination.”

"Oh," said the diagnostician

O'Mara actually smiled, although it was clear that his face muscles were unused to
that form of exercise. He said, "Does anyone else want to make a fool of itself?
Hewlitt, you are wanting to say something.”

For a moment Hewlitt wondered if the chief psychologist had an empathic faculty
like Prilicla, then decided that it was probably the result of training, observation,
and long experience. He shook his head and said, "It probably isn't important.”

"If it isn't," said O'Mara, "I'll be the first to let you know. Spit it out.”

Hewlitt was silent for a moment, wondering how such a thoroughly unsympathetic
person had been able to survive and rise to a high position in a caring profession
like psychiatry; then he said, "Something has been bothering me about the meeting
with my cat on Etla. It was an ordinary, black-and-white cat, and big and fat
instead of being the skinny near-kitten I remembered, but I recognized it. And
even though I had changed physically, grown four or five times more massive and
with marked differences in face and voice, it recognized and came toward me at
once. You are probably thinking that I am being sentimental about a childhood
pet.. .”

"The thought had crossed my mind," said O'Mara

"... but I think it was more than fond memories," Hewlitt went on, "because I had
almost forgotten about that cat until I was admitted to the hospital and Lieutenant
Braithwaite started questioning me about my childhood. It was as if there was a
bond between us, a feeling almost of pride in some kind of shared experience that
seemed to go beyond the child-and-his-pet relationship. The feeling is tenuous,
very difficult to describe, and, well, it is probably due to all this talk about
intelligent virus invasions. This time my imagination may really be running away
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"But you did mention it," said O'Mara, "even though doing so has caused you to
feel embarrassed and even ridiculous. Or are you hoping that I, or one of the other
fine, incisive, clinical minds here assembled, will decide whether or not it was
worth mentioning?”

The fine, clinical minds in the room joined Hewlitt in remaining silent. He
returned the other's stare, wondering if O'Mara's lids had been glued permanently
in the open position

"Very well," the psychologist went on. "Think carefully about what you have just
said and follow it through. The word 'impossible' has been used too loosely here,
so I shall resist the temptation to use it again. Are you suggesting, however
reluctantly, that this strange, tenuous, indescribable feeling that you had for your
onetime pet, and which you believe it reciprocated, was a legacy that may have
been left by your common viral invader? And are you also suggesting that the ex-
hosts of the virus might share this peculiar, insubstantial feeling of a shared
experience and be able to recognize each other? Presumably I am right because
your face is becoming very red, but I would like verbal corroboration.”

"Yes, dammit," said Hewlitt. "To both questions.”

O'Mara nodded and said, "Which means that you could act as some kind of virus
witch-finder with the ability to track down our quarry through its previous and,
presumably, its present hosts. Naturally, we are grateful for any help you can give
us but, well, apart from the instant recognition and the vague feelings you say you
shared with the cat who, regrettably, is unable to offer corroboration, have you any
other evidence, observations, or vague, indescribable feelings to support your
contention?”

He looked away from O'Mara, feeling that the heat of his embarrassment must be
warming the whole room

"Friend O'Mara," said Prilicla. "At the time the incident occurred I was aware of
the feelings of the cat and friend Hewlitt. They were as described.”

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"And as I suggested, little friend," said O'Mara, "they were vague, indescribable,
subjective, and probably useless." He turned to his communicator, which, was
already live, and went on, "Has the Padre returned? Good, send it in." To Hewlitt
he said, "We have medical matters to discuss which do not require your presence.
I feel sure that I have embarrassed you more than enough for one day. Thank you
for your assistance. Padre Lioren will escort you to the dining hall.”

In the instant that the Tarlan entered the room it stopped dead, all four of its eyes
directed at Hewlitt's reddening face. He stared back at it, wanting to speak but
knowing that he was going to be ridiculed again

"Mr. Hewlitt," said O'Mara in a voice whose sarcastic tone had been replaced by
one of sympathy and concern. "You have many years' experience of having your
words disbelieved by the medical and psychiatric fraternity, so I hoped that your
feelings would not be seriously wounded by my own incredulity. In the
circumstances your reaction seems abnormal. Please, what is it that you are not
wanting to tell me?”

"The vague feeling of recognition I was trying to describe," said Hewlitt, raising a
hand to point at Lioren, "is coming from the Padre.”

"I can confirm that," said Prilicla

For the first time since he had entered the office, Hewlitt saw the chief
psychologist blink

CHAPTER 25
 Padre," said O'Mara, swiveling his chair to look up at the Tarlan standing in the
doorway, "have you been hiding something from us?”

Lioren bent one eye in the psychologist's direction and kept the other three trained
on Hewlitt as it said, "Not intentionally. This is as much of a surprise to me as it is
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this meeting for later discussion. I returned early from the AUGL ward and
overheard Patient Hewlitt's description of his feelings about the cat. I—I need a
moment to think.”

"Take it," said O'Mara. "But Padre, organize your thoughts, try not to edit them.”

"Very well," said Lioren. It did not appear to be offended by the other's remark
unless turning one of its eyes toward the ceiling was a derogatory gesture on Tarla.
After a short pause it went on. "In the course of my duties I am aware of many
subtle and often indescribable feelings! that I have for my charges, both patients
and staff, and of! similar feelings they have toward me. Even though we Tar-; lans
find physical contact between strangers distasteful, very often I find it necessary
when the laying on of hands; or a simple handclasp is required to convey feelings
that are too difficult for either of the persons concerned to articulate. Until Hewlitt
described the bond that it felt existed between its pet and itself, and I realized that
a similar feeling existed between the two of us and another former patient,
Morredeth, I had not considered the matter of-any importance. Now it has become
very important because it seems that I became a host to the virus creature. I also
know how and when the transfer must have taken place

"At the time I was not aware of anything unusual about the incident," the Padre
went on. "The damage to a young Kelgian's fur is a particular tragedy, since it is
both an unsightly deformity which precludes mating and a severe impairment of
its primary channel of communication. From the time Patient Morredeth learned
that the condition was permanent it was in urgent need of nonmaterial support. In
common with the majority of civilized worlds, Kelgia has several religious beliefs
the precepts of which are familiar to me, but Morredeth subscribed to none of
them. All that I could offer it during my daily visits was sympathy and
conversation and, well, gossip about other patients and staff members in an
attempt to take its mind off its own troubles. The attempt was unsuccessful and the
patient remained in a condition of deep, emotional distress until, on the visit
following its physical encounter with Patient Hewlitt, there was a total remission
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Lioren paused and for a moment the tall, angular body concealed by the narrow
cone of its cloak trembled, apparently at the recollection, then grew still

I "In spite of being the hospital padre," it said, "I have difficulty accepting an
event, no matter how inexplicable it may seem, as miraculous. But not knowing
then of the existence of this intelligent virus creature, I was almost convinced
otherwise. Morredeth's behavior following its cure was abnormal in that it was
almost insane with delight and relief. I had .already touched, or rather stroked, the
area of damaged fur in an attempt at giving nonverbal reassurance. But it insisted
that I share its joy by feeling for myself the mobility of the regenerated fur with
one of my medial hands. That was when it must have happened

"The fur was indeed highly mobile," Lioren continued, "so much so that long tufts
of it wrapped around and became entangled in my digits. For a moment my hand
was held tightly against the skin, and I was afraid to pull it free in case I uprooted
strands of the newly grown fur. I was aware of my palm being wet but was unsure
whether the perspiration was the patient's or my own, and at the time I had no idea
that the sudden presence of moisture was associated with the creature's mechanism
of transfer. Shortly afterward I removed my hand from the fur without difficulty,
congratulated Patient Morredeth on its cure, then left to visit other patients.”

"But didn't you feel anything?" Hewlitt said before anyone else could speak, "Like
better, healthier, or at least different? Did you feel anything at all?”

O'Mara frowned at Hewlitt before returning his attention to Lioren. He said, "They
would have been my questions, too. Well, Padre?”

"I do not remember any unusual feelings," Lioren replied, "nor was I expecting
them. Perhaps my present feeling of being close to another one of the virus
creature's ex-hosts was obscured by my relief and pleasure over Morredeth's cure.
As well, my health is excellent so it would be difficult for me to feel better
physically, although I am less certain about the health of my mind. Apparently our
virus creature's ; ability as a healer does not extend to clinical psychology.”

What kind of psychological problem, Hewlitt thought, could be troubling a highly
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moral and altruistic being whose popularity among the patients and staff was
second only to;j that of Prilicla? He was wondering if he dared ask when theJ
answer was provided by the chief psychologist

"Padre," he said, "you were exonerated of all guilt for the deaths of the
Cromsaggar, and soon, I hope, your subconscious will also accept that verdict. But
while we are on the ; subject, on Cromsag you were seriously injured and given j
emergency treatment by a ship's medic not fully experienced { in Tarlan
physiology. As a result there was some minor scar-' ring. Are the scars still
visible?”

"I don't know," said Lioren, "because I rarely look closely at my own body.
Narcissism is unknown among Tar-'i lans. Shall I remove my cloak?”

"Please," said O'Mara

Two of Lioren's medial hands emerged from slits in its] long, blue cloak and
began releasing the fastenings. Feeling t vaguely embarrassed, he looked at
Prilicla, who was hover-;! ing close by, and whispered, "Should I turn my back?”

"No, friend Hewlitt," the empath replied. "Tarlans do not [ subscribe to the Earth-
human nudity taboos, and the Blue Cloak of Tarla that it wears is a symbol of
professional and.i academic eminence as well as providing a site for many i
concealed, internal pockets. Look closely. Friend Lioren has •' turned completely
around and, and I see no scars.”

"Because there are none," said Lioren. Its four eyes were turned downward and
hanging from each stalk like single, \ heavy fruit. "The surgery was neat though
hurried so that the j scars were not obvious, but now they have completely dis-.]
appeared.”

O'Mara nodded and said, "Apparently our virus has left . you its usual visitor's
card, a perfectly healed and healthy.) body. That is all the confirmation we need
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still in residence?”

"It is not," the empath replied. "There is only one source of emotional radiation
emanating from the Padre and it is its own. At this range, if another intelligence
was present I would detect it at once.”

"You would detect it without any possibility of error," asked O'Mara, "regardless
of the species of the host?”

"Yes, friend O'Mara," Prilicla replied. "I could not help but detect it. Emotionally
its presence would be obvious, as obvious as if you were to grow a second,
thinking head....”

O'Mara actually smiled. "In this medical madhouse that might be an advantage.”

"I am less certain with a person like friend Conway," the empath went on, "who
thinks he has eight or nine minds. That confuses the emotional radiation and adds
an element of doubt.”

"Diagnostician Conway," said Hewlitt firmly, "is not a former host.”

"I concur," said Lioren

"And I'm glad," Murchison said, laughing. "Having a multiply absentminded
husband is bad enough.”

The chief psychologist gave a single, impatient tap on his desktop and said, "We
digress. For reasons that are obvious we must treat the discovery of the creature's
present whereabouts as a matter of extreme urgency.”

The reasons are not obvious to me, Hewlitt thought, but he was not being given
the chance to ask questions

"To find it we have one empathic detector who can spot its presence provided the
host is within conversational distance and is not a diagnostician, and two ex-hosts

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who can only identify the people who have already been inhabited if they are
within visual range. In both cases the exact distance involved has yet to be
established. All of these former hosts as well as the current one must be traced
without delay. We are fairly sure that Hewlitt's only contact within the hospital
was Patient Morredeth, from whom the Padre received the ,\ virus before it moved
to another patient.. . .”

"With respect," Lioren broke in, "it might not have been to another patient.”

O'Mara gave a small, irritated nod and said, "Padre, I have not forgotten that your
work includes counseling members of the staff as well as patients. You must
interview all of them again, identify the one who inherited the virus from you, and,
if it is no longer in residence, trace and talk to all of that person's subsequent
contacts until you find the present host. Report the location to this department,
request Monitor security assistance and a medical quarantine, and remain with the
entity concerned until Dr. Prilicla arrives to > confirm the presence of the virus

"Little friend," he went on, "if you have no objections I would like you to carry
out a simultaneous search, initially of the warm-blooded, oxygen-breathing wards,
main dining hall, and recreation level. You may well find the creature first. But
whoever does find it, regardless of the host species, it must be physically isolated,
restrained, and the necessary steps taken to prevent the virus from transferring to
another host. You will then try to use you projective empathy to reassure the
virus'entity until we can devise a better method of communication. But on no
account must you operate beyond your limits of physical endurance. We need you
as a detector and communicator, not a casualty.”

"I am stronger than I look, friend O'Mara," said Prilicla. "Well, a little stronger.”

The Earth-humans in the room laughed, including O'Mara, who went on, ."There
are two reasons why I want Hewlitt and the Padre to operate as a team. One is that
I do not fully understand the vague and perhaps untrustworthy feeling of
recognition that you have described as existing between former hosts, so that if
you act together there would be less chance of both of you missing a contact. The

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second is that an ex-patient running loose inside the hospital, especially one who
has a limited knowledge of its geography or experience of avoiding accidental
damage by other life-forms, would very soon be readmitted as a casualty unless he
had a, well, guardian angel in attendance. For this reason you have been
transferred to accommodation closer to the Padre. Do either of you object to this
arrangement?”

Hewlitt shook his head and watched while Lioren lowered two of its eyes in a
gesture which probably meant the same thing

"Good," said O'Mara. "But you should think before agreeing so quickly to
anything. I want both of you to spend every waking moment on this search. Since
Prilicla is uncertain about its ability to isolate the virus from the other taped
entities inhabiting their minds, your first step will be to eliminate the
diagnosticians. There is a meeting in three hours' time on Level Eighty-Three,
Lioren knows where, and in view of the problem with the hospital's power-
generation system, they will all attend. Wait outside the entrance, take a good look
at them as they go in, and report your findings to me without delay. You will have
many problems, Hewlitt, but the Padre will help you with them. Unless you two
have anything else to contribute, this ends the non-medical part of the discussion.”

"Wait," said Hewlitt. "I'm worried about the power problem you mentioned. When
Rhabwar was coming in we were told that the main reactor was . ..”

"Worry if you must," O'Mara broke in. "It is a technical problem to which we
cannot begin to suggest a solution, and we have medical problems enough without
us wasting our time trying.”

He nodded toward the door

Fear was still his predominant emotion, Hewlitt thought as he traveled once again
through the crowded, three-"! dimensional maze of hospital corridors on foot. He
had not! realized at the time how pleasant it had been to be riding in ' the security
of a gravity litter driven by a Hudlar nurse so physically massive that everyone
gave them the widest possible berth, and he knew that his present experience
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should have been even more terrifying. But the other-species con-1 frontations,
which could have resulted in physical and pos-1 sibly life-threatening collisions,
had not occurred because there was always a firm, medial Tarlan hand on his
shoulder guiding him out of trouble. The reason he was so afraid but not paralyzed
with fear was very difficult to understand

He decided that his strange absence of terror must be due j in part to Lioren, who
kept talking about every walking, crawling, or wriggling nightmare they passed as
if they were mutual acquaintances, and frequently in terms which, if the
information was not already widely known as gossip, was stretching the rules of
confidentiality to their elastic limits. | A nightmare, he thought, should not have
amusing stories told about it if it was to retain its full, terrifying effect. He
wondered if he was at last beginning to see these creatures for what they were, and
feeling an at times fearful curiosity about them instead of merely looking at them
and wanting to react with his feet by running away

Perhaps his uncharacteristic and continuing interest in the | hospital's
extraterrestrials was a form of contagious curiosity and a legacy of the virus
creature. He was about to mention the idea to the Padre when they turned into a
long side corridor that, apart from themselves, was silent and empty

"Staff accommodation," Lioren explained. "It isn't ; always as quiet as this, but
right now the occupants are either on duty or asleep. This one is yours. I won't go
in because the place will be crowded enough with just you in it. But you should
find it comfortable enough. Go in and look around.”

The room was a little larger in area but with a lower ceil| a than his cabin on the
ship that had brought him to Sec-r General. He was relieved to see that the
overhead light• g was recessed, because his hair was brushing against the
ceiling"The beds are much too short," he protested. "My feet will hang over the
end onto the floor.”

"Naturally*" said the Padre, bending forward so that it could move one eye and an
arm into the room. "It belongs to two Nidians who are absent on a ship-rescue

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training course for the next few weeks. The beds are movable and can be joined
end-to-end. Behind the brown door is a multispecies washroom similar to the one
you used in Ward Seven. I hope the wall decorations are not distasteful to you.
Both of the former occupants are male and obviously prefer Nidian female
subjects to landscapes.”

Hewlitt looked at the pictures of red-furred teddy bears in what must have been
provocative poses and tried not to laugh. He said, "I do not find them offensive.”

"Good," said Lioren. "Over there is your control console. The seat is height-
adjustable, the keys are large enough for Earth-human digits, and the display
screen can be fine-tuned to your visual requirements. You can call up the usual
entertainment, library, and training channels, and the yellow studs enclosed by the
green rectangle control the menu display and selection instructions for the food
dispenser. Are you as hungry as I am? Would you like to rest or go to the dining
hall?”

"Yes," said Hewlitt, "and I don't know. Squeeze inside, I want to talk. Can I order
something for us, and what would you suggest?”

Lioren hesitated, "By tomorrow your dispenser will have been reprogrammed to
supply basic Earth meals," it said. "The taste difference between Nidian and Earth-
human food is practically indistinguishable, and equally revolting to a Tarlan. I
would prefer to use the main dining hall and so, I feel sure, would you. There the
own-species menu is morel extensive so that you would have no trouble finding
something you like.”

It was Hewlitt's turn to hesitate. He said, "Will it be very crowded? Worse than the
corridors, I mean? And how am I ] expected to, well, behave?”

"All of the warm-blooded oxygen-breathers on the staff I dine there," said the
Padre, "although not, you will be] pleased to hear, at the same time. Everyone
will,be sitting,] kneeling, or standing around tables and eating, not trying to] avoid
colliding with each other. Besides, if we can find aa| empty table close to the
entrance—and there should be no] problem there, because it is not a popular
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area—we will bel able to work while we eat.”

"Work?" said Hewlitt, feeling stupid. Too much was hap-;| pening to him in too
shprt a time. "How?”

"By exercising our newly acquired talent for detection,"! said the Padre, "and
scanning the staff members as they! arrive or leave for evidence of past occupation
by the virus.! Even if the results are negative, it will be an effectivej method of
eliminating a large number of staff members froml the search so that we can
concentrate more of our available! time on the patients and on-duty ward staff.
The present host-j must be found, quickly. A virus entity like that loose in a|
multispecies hospital doesn't bear thinking about.”

"But why?" asked Hewlitt. "So far as I can see the crea\ ture has done no harm to
anyone, the reverse in fact. The ] hospital is in the business of healing people and
so is the j virus creature. Why is everybody so worried about it? l| wanted to ask
O'Mara about that earlier but he didn't givei me the chance. And on Rhabwar they
avoided the question."! Lioren backed into the corridor and waited until Hewlitt \
had closed the room door behind him before it said, "RegretJ tably, I must do the
same.”

"But why, dammit?" Hewlitt said angrily. "I'm not aj atient anymore. You don't
have to keep medical secrets “

from "Because we don't have the answer for you," Lioren lied. "Your mind will be
easier if we do not, burden it with the unnecessary weight of our own fears and
uncertainties.”

"Personally," said Hewlitt, "I prefer uneasiness to ignorance.”

"Personally," said Lioren, "I prefer to expect the worst while hoping for the best,
which means that I am never disappointed when a result is less than a total disaster
or, as may well be the case here, our concern is unfounded. We must avoid
frightening ourselves unnecessarily. And the answer to your earlier question is that

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there aren't any.”

"Any what?" said Hewlitt

"Table manners," said the Padre. "Nobody will care about your method of
ingestion, nor will they mind if you deliberately avoid looking at a table
companion to whom you are talking in order to avoid seeing the disgusting messes
some of us push into our mouths

"And now, Patient Hewlitt," it ended, "we have work to do as well as food to eat.”

CHAPTER 26
On Rhabwar he had watched Prilicla weave strands of Earth spaghetti, its favorite
non-Cinrusskin dish, into lengths of slim, yellow cable that it had drawn into its
tiny mouth while hovering above its platter; and Naydrad, who did not use its
hands while eating but buried half of its narrow, conical head in the shredded, oily
green stuff it preferred until the bowl was empty; and even the shape-changer,
Danalta, who sat on top of or leaned against anything it wished to digest until only
the desiccated, inedible remains were left. And earlier he had shared Ward Seven's
dining table with Bowab, Horrantor, and Morredeth. The result, he was pleased to
discover, was that he was able to watch the Padre refueling without the slightest
trace of abdominal discomfort

Lioren ate using the fingers of two of its upper, manipulatory appendages, with the
tiny hands encased in a pair of silvered, disposable gloves that had arrived, like
Hewlett's knife and fork, in the utensils pack on its food dispenser tray. The Padre
was precise and almost dainty in its movements as the food was lifted to its eating
orifice, and the lumps of brown and yellow spongy material being consumed were
too strange for Hewlitt to imagine what they might be or to feel repelled by them

He hoped that the reverse also held true, because his synthesized steak was very
good. There was no way of knowing; Lioren had not spoken since they had
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"We've eaten," said Hewlitt with a glance toward the nearby entrance, where a
group of Kelgians intending to dine was dividing around the massive form of a
Tralthan who was just leaving, "but so far we haven't been working. Or did you
feel something from somebody that I missed?”

"No," Lioren replied, and resumed eating

It sounded irritated and impatient. More than two hundred staff members had
walked, slithered, wriggled, or lumbered past their table since they had begun the
meal. Like himself, the other might have been beginning to wonder if their ability
to detect former virus hosts was mostly imagination or self-delusion

"Perhaps the feeling, immaterial bond, or whatever it is works only between
Tarlans, Earth-humans, and cats who are already well acquainted with each other,"
he said, when the silence lengthened, "and we don't know any of these people well
enough for the before-and-after difference to register. Do you think we're wasting
our time here?”

"No," said Lioren again. It took a moment to clear its plate, then went on, "The
staff duty rosters are arranged so that the dining hall will not, in spite of what your
eyes and ears are telling you, be overcrowded. But at any given time there is less
than five percent of the warm-blooded oxygen-breathing staff using it. The
Illensan chlorine-breathers, the Hudlars, the ultra-low-temperature methane life-
forms, and the other exotic types have their own arrangements, as also have the
patients. You are mistaking an early absence of| results for failure.”

"I understand," said Hewlitt. "You are telling me, tactj fully, that I must be a more
patient ex-patient and we should continue as we are doing.”

"No," said Lioren once again. "We are not.. .”

There was an interruption from the menu-selection unit, which was displaying a
red, flashing screen while its speaker began repeating a translated message in a
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"Diners who have completed their meal should vacate the table without delay so as
to free it for use by subsequent diners. Your time is up. Any unfinished
professional or social conversations should be continued elsewhere. Diners who
have completed ...”

"We are not allowed to stay here without eating," Lioren went on, raising its voice.
"The sound output will increase in volume the longer we delay our departure, and
contacting Maintenance to disable the audio circuit would waste too' much time.
We could always change tables and order another meal, but speaking personally I
no longer feel hungry enough to attempt that. . .”

"Nor I," said Hewlitt

". . . so I suggest that we begin the calls on my suspect patients," the Padre
continued. "The first one is in your old ward. It was admitted after you left, and
Charge Nurse Leethveeschi is expecting me. Unless you are one of those beings
who become comatose after eating a large meal and need to sleep?”

This time it was Hewlitt's turn to say no

The recorded message ceased as soon as they rose from the table, which was
immediately taken by two hairy Orli-gians wearing senior physicians' insignia, but
neither of them had the indefinable feel of having been former hosts of the virus

As they were leaving, Prilicla flew in to hover gracefully inside the entrance. The
empath spoke to them but did not ask how they had fared because it was already
aware of their disappointment. They stood watching it for several minutes as it
drifted across to the group of mixed-species diners around the nearest table,
ostensibly to talk to friends but in reality to try to discover a mind or minds that
contained two sources of emotional radiation instead of one. It was likely that the
fragile little empath had friends at every table in the vast room. Remembering the
Cinrusskin's lack of stamina, Hewlitt wished it luck and hoped that it would find
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Prilicla broke off its conversation to call out, "Thank you, friend Hewlitt.”

A few minutes later they were in one of the crowded main corridors, but only a
part of Hewlitt's mind was on collision avoidance

"I've been thinking," he said, "and worrying.”

Lioren's reply did not translate

"And wondering about this strange ability we have to recognize each other as past
hosts," he went on. "A few minutes ago, when I felt concern for Prilicla and
wished it good luck without speaking, it responded to the feeling even though it
was distant and its attention elsewhere. There was nothing strange in that, because
the Cinrusskin empathic faculty is very sensitive even at that range. But what
about our own ability? Is it, too, a low order of empathy that is enough to allow
simple recognition and nothing more? And if so, how close do previous hosts have
to be to recognize each other? Do they have to be in line of sight? Does a physical
barrier have any effect? Would you mind helping me conduct an experiment?”

"I don't know, six times," the Padre replied, "and what j kind of experiment?”

"But this is not an experiment," Lioren protested when he j finished explaining
what he wanted, "it is a game for very] young children! It would, however,
provide useful data. If I] agree to cooperate you must never reveal to another
person! that I, a mature adult who is qualified to wear the Blue] Cloak, played this
game with you.”

"Ease your mind, Padre," said Hewlitt. "At-my age l| wouldn't want people to
know I played hide-and-seek, I either. I suppose you should be 'it' since you know
where thejl best hiding places are. . . .”

The long corridor they were in ended with a T-junction'', that housed the complex
of ramps, stairs, and lifts leading! to upper and lower levels. Along each wall there
were| many doors, which opened into wards, storage compart-1 ments, equipment
bays, and the maintenance tunnel net-1 work. The idea was that Hewlitt would

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turn his back for ten minutes so that Lioren would have time to conceal J itself,
either close by or a a distance along the corridor.! The only rules were that the
Padre would hide 4tself in anl empty compartment rather than in a ward, which
would! have caused comment and risked disrupting the medical! routine, and that
he would seek out its hiding place by the| use of the instinct, empathy, or whatever
it was that he had! inherited from the virus creature and not by looking! behind
doors

After twenty minutes of standing before potential hiding | places, ignoring the
questions and critical comments of I passersby while trying to feel for the presence
of Liorenl with his mind, he had exhausted all the potential hiding \ places without
success. Disappointed, he used his communij cator

"I felt absolutely nothing," he said. "Come out, wherever j you are.”

Lioren emerged from a door he had scanned a few mintes earlier and hurried
toward him. It said, "Neither did I, even though I heard you pause outside my
hiding place. The sound of Earth-human footsteps is quite distinctive. But I felt the
sense of recognition again, as soon as I saw you.”

"Me, too," said Hewlitt. "But why do we have to be able to see each other?”

The Padre made a quiet, gurgling sound that did not translate and said, "God, and
possibly the virus' creature, knows.”

Hewlitt puzzled over the question in silence all the way to his old ward. Apart
from calling O'Mara to pass on the new information, the Padre refused further
discussion of the subject. It was possible that a large part of Lioren's mind was on
the troubles of the patient it was about to visit.

"Patient Hewlitt," said Leethveeschi the moment he entered the nurses' station,
"what are you doing here?”

He knew that the charge nurse was used to the Padre visiting its ward, but it did
not sound pleased by the presence of a former patient and proven disruptive

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influence like himself. Hewlitt was still trying to find a suitable reply when Lioren
answered for him. He noted that the Padre did not actually lie, but it was sparing
in its use of the truth

"With your permission, Charge Nurse," Lioren said, "it will accompany me so that
it may observe and talk to the patients and, if it is able, provide me with
nonmedical support. I will insure that it .does not talk to anyone who is currently
undergoing treatment or is in an unfit condition to hold a conversation. Ex-Patient
Hewlitt will not, I assure you, cause any more trouble.”

A section of Leethveeschi's body twitched inside its chlorine envelope in what was
probably a nonverbal gesture of assent. It said, "I think I understand. The
experience with Patient Morredeth has caused it to decide, or perhaps strengthen a
decision already made, to become a trainee priest-counselor. This is very laudable,
ex-Patient Hewlitt,] and you have a fine mentor.”

"My real reason for being here . . ." Hewlitt began

"Would take too long to explain," Leethveeschi broke in, i "and right now I
haven't the time to listen to an other-speciesl theological self-examination,
interesting though it might be.| You may talk to any of my patients who are able to
talk back.f But please, let us have no more miracles.”

"That is a promise," he said as he followed the*Padre int< the ward

They had already eliminated Leethveeschi and the othe staff on duty in the nurses'
station from their list of forme hosts, as well as the patient Lioren was visiting. It
was Melfan called Kennonalt whose support sling was su rounded with a worrying
profusion of biosensor and life! support equipment. He did not find out what was
wronj with it because, apart from exchanging names, Lioren ha made it clear that
the conversation with Kennonalt was to bl private and that Hewlitt should spend
the time checking th| other patients until the Padre rejoined him

His slow, zigzag progress down and from side to side oj the ward was a trip
through .familiar territory, although could not be sure of the familiarity of the
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patients becaus he still had difficulty telling one Tralthan, Kelgian, Melfa or
whatever from another. Most of them seemed glad of th^ chance to talk, a few
appeared to be heavily sedated or we simply ignoring him, and one was
undergoing treatment tha could not be interrupted. But he was able to look at then
patients and medical attendants alike, closely and for mor than enough time to
eliminate them as former hosts. His lasf visit was to a Tralthan and a Duthan who
were playing twcK|| handed scremman at the ambulatory patients' dining table. By
the time he spoke they, too, had been eliminated. ; "Horrantor? Bowab?" he said.
"Are you well?" "Ah, you must be Patient Hewlitt," said the Tralthan. "My limb is
mending, thank you, and Bowab is doing very well, both medically and in this
accursed game. It is pleasant to see you again. Tell us about yourself. Were they
able to find out what was wrong with you?”

"Yes," he replied. Choosing his words with care, he went On, "I no longer have
the complaint and feel very well indeed. But it was an unusual condition, they told
me, and they asked if I would help them tie up a few medical loose ends by
remaining for a while. It was difficult to refuse.”

"So now you're a healthy lab specimen," said Bowab in a worried voice. "It doesn't
sound like much of an improvement. Have they done anything nasty to you yet?”

Hewlitt laughed. "No, and it isn't like that at all. I have my own quarters in the
staff accommodation area, a small room that belonged to a couple of Nidians, and
I'm free to wander all over the hospital so long as the Padre is with me to see that I
don't get lost or run over by somebody. All they want me to do is talk to people
and answer questions.”

"You always were a strange patient," said Bowab, "but your convalescence sounds
even stranger.”

"To be serious for a moment," said Horrantor. "If all you do is talk to people and
answer questions, presumably they also talk to you, or talk among themselves in
your presence. Perhaps by accident or in ignorance of your nonstaff status, do they
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allowed to answer, would you answer one of our questions?”

This sounded like something more serious than a patient's normal hunger for the
latest hospital gossip, Hewlitt thought. It was a time for caution

"If I can," he said, "Horrantor has a nasty, devious mind," said Bowab, joining in
again, "and an imagination to match. That is why it beats me so often at
scremman. We overheard some of the nurses talking together. They stopped very
quickly when they realized that we were listening. Probably it was only staff
gossip, or maybe nothing but our complete misunderstanding of an incomplete
conversation, or it was something more than gossip. It is really worrying us.”

"Everybody enjoys a good gossip," he said, "but it isn't supposed to worry you
sick. What is your question?”

There was a moment's silence while Bowab and Horran-tor looked at each other.
Then the Duthan said, "According to what the charge nurse told me about ten days
ago, I should have been discharged by now for convalescence in a home-planet
hospital. In Sector General they don't believe in wast-, ing either their time or their
unique medical resources on patients who are no longer in need of them. But
yesterday when I asked Leethveeschi why I was still here and if there was
anything it wasn't telling me, it said that there was no environmentally suitable
transport available to take me home and that there were no medical problems for
me to worry about

"About the same time," Bowab went on, "Senior Physician Medalont held a
bedside lecture on Horrantor. It told the trainees that the patient was sufficiently
recovered to be discharged without delay. That should have been within a few
days, because the majority of the supply and transport vessels that come here,
sometimes as often as four or five in a week, are crewed by warm-blooded oxygen-
breathing species who are required by Federation law to provide accommodation
for most of the other warm-blooded oxygen-breathers who need to travel. Traltha
and Dutha, remember, are commercial hub worlds on the way to practically
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the same as mine, the nonavailability of environmentally suitable transport.”

"Don't forget to tell it about the emergency drill," said Horrantor

"I won't," said Bowab. "The day before yesterday a twenty-strong maintenance
team descended on the ward to conduct what Leethveeschi said was an emergency
evacuation drill. They detached the beds of the most seriously ill patients from
their wall supports, fitted them with extra oxygen tanks and antigravity grids, and
deployed the airtight canopies, after which they moved all of us out of the ward
and along the corridor to the intersection that leads to Lock Five before bringing
us all back again. Leethveeschi timed the operation and told the team that they
would have to do better than that; then it apologized to us for the inconvenience
and told us to return to our game and not to worry. But while the maintenance
people were leaving—and complaining about the charge nurse's personality
defects and the unfairly high standard of performance expected by their superiors
in a major evacuation drill, the like of which had not been practiced for about
twenty years—we overheard a few odd scraps of conversation that worried us very
much

"Our question," Bowab ended, "is what exactly are they hiding from us?”

"I don't know," said Hewlitt, and added under his breath, "exactly.”

That was the literal truth, but he was remembering his return in Rhabwar and the
general signal from Reception for all ships to hold beyond the approach beacons
unless carrying casualties in urgent need of attention. An unspecified technical
problem that Maintenance was dealing with had been given as the reason, and in
any case the signal had not applied to the special ambulance ship

Hewlitt did not feel as reassuring as he sounded when he went on, "I haven't heard
any rumors about an evacuation, but I'll listen and ask around. Have you
considered the possibility that you misunderstood the incomplete conversations
you overheard? All large, staff-intensive organizations carry out emergency drills
from time to time. When someone realized that it had not been done in Sector
General for twenty years, the hospital authorities must have decided that it had to
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be done sooner than yesterday and, naturally, it was the junior staff who suffered
the inconvenience

"It could be that Leethveeschi is right," he added, mentally crossing his fingers,
"and you have nothing to worry about.”

"That's what we keep telling each other," said Horrantor, "but after playing
scremman together for so long, we have difficulty believing anything we say.”

"Speaking of which," said Bowab, "would you like to join the game? One of us
could buy you in as a short-term political consultant and watch for indications that
you are going to change sides. ...”

On the edge of his field of vision he could see the Padre approaching slowly down
the ward, moving from side to side and looking at or exchanging a few words with
the patients as Hewlitt had done earlier. He said, "Sorry, not this time. I'll have to
leave in a few minutes.”

When they were in the corridor again, he said, "From the patients and staff I felt
nothing. You?”

"Nothing," said Lioren

"But I did hear an interesting rumor," said Hewlitt. He went on to recount the
observations and suspicions of Horrantor and Bowab and the wording of the signal
that had been received by Rhabwar. He knew that the Padre would not deliberately
misinform him, and that if the other could not tell the truth it would ignore his
questions. He ended, "Have you heard any rumors of an evacuation, and do you
know what is going on?”

It was a few moments before Lioren replied, and then it said, "Next we .go to the
eighty-third level and the Meeting of Diagnosticians.”

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 First to arrive was a large, slow-moving, and aged Tral-than whom Lioren
identified as Thornnastor, the diagnostician-in-charge of Pathology. They watched
it from the moment it appeared from a side corridor that was about thirty meters
distant until it drew abreast of their position opposite the the room where the
meeting was to take place. Without bending an eye in their direction or saying a
word, it turned in to the entrance

"No?" asked the Padre

"No," Hewlitt agreed. "But why did it ignore us? We're big enough to see and
there's nobody else in the corridor.”

"It has a lot on its minds . . ." Lioren began, then broke off to say, "Here come
three more. Conway and the chief psychologist we already know are clear. The
Kelgian is Diagnostician Kurrsedeth. No?”

"No," said Hewlitt again

Conway nodded as he passed, O'Mara gave them a scowl impatience, and
Kurrsedeth said, "Why are the Padre and it Earth-human DBDG staring at me like
that?”

"Right now," said O'Mara dryly, "they have nothing bet-• to do.”

A refrigerated vehicle which Lioren identified as belong-g to Diagnostician
Semlic turned in to the corridor. The >san was an ultra-low-temperature, methane
life-form lose crystalline metabolism made its unsuitability as a rus host a virtual
certainty. In contrast to the cold that was diating from Semlic's vehicle, since the
passage of 'Mara Hewlett had been self-generating a lot of internal at

"How," he said, "did such a sarcastic, ill-mannered, thor-ighly obnoxious person
ever get to be the hospital's chief ychologist? Why hasn't a member of the staff
committed ife-threatening act of physical violence on him long since, I feel like
doing now?”


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Lioren raised a medial arm to point along the corridor ;d said, "This one is Colonel
Skempton, another Earth-iman DBDG as you can see, who is in charge of supply,
aintenance, and nonmedical administration. It is the rank-g Monitor Corps officer
on Sector General and, I think we n agree, it has never been a host of the virus
creature.”

"Right," said Hewlitt. "But what I don't understand is iy isn't someone like Prilicla
doing O'Mara's job? It is mpathetic, reassuring, pleasant all the time, and it really
els for its patients. And on that subject of empathy, why >esn't its empathic faculty
work on diagnosticians? Or do idd another three questions to the list of those you
will not iswer?”

The Padre did not look at him when it spoke, because its es were directed up and
down the corridor. It said, "Your gt three questions have a single answer which,
subject to terruptions by arriving diagnosticians, I am free to give >u because it
has no bearing on the present emergency

"First," it went on, "Prilicla is much too gentle and sensitive to hold the position of
chief psychologist, while O'Mara is sensitive and caring but not gentle. . . .”

"Sensitive and caring?" said Hewlitt. "Is my translator on the blink?”

"We haven't much time," said the Padre. "Do you want to hear or talk about Major
O'Mara?" "Sorry," he said, "I'm listening.”

As the hospital's chief psychologist, Lioren went on to explain, O'Mara's overall
responsibility was the smooth and efficient mental operations of the ten-thousand-
odd members of its medical and maintenance staff. For administrative reasons he
carried the rank of major and, theoretically, this placed him among the lower links
in the Monitor Corps chain of command. But keeping so many different and
potentially hostile life-forms working together in harmony was a large job whose
limits, like O'Mara's actual authority, were difficult to define

Given even the highest qualities of tolerance and mutual respect among all levels
of its personnel, and in spite of the careful psychological screening they were
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given before being accepted for training, there were still occasions when serious,
interpersonal friction threatened to occur because of ignorance or
misunderstandings over other-species cultural and interpersonal behavior. Or a
being might develop a xenophobic neurosis which, if left untreated, would
ultimately affect its mental stability and professional competence

It was the major's duty to detect and eradicate such problems before they could
become lifeor sanity-threatening or, if therapy failed, to remove the potentially
troublesome individuals from the hospital. This constant watch for signs of wrong,
unhealthy, or intolerant thinking, which his department performed with such zeal,
had made him the most disliked entity in the hospital. But the chief psychologist
was ubly fortunate in that he had never sought the admiration others and gave
every appearance of enjoying his work. "O'Mara has a particular and personal
responsibility," oren continued, "for safeguarding the sanity of the diag-sticians,
who are in simultaneous possession of... The e who is approaching us now is the
Melfan diagnostician, gandhir. The last time we spoke it was carrying seven >es.
Have you any feelings of recognition for it?" Hewlitt waited until the Melfan had
clicked past on its ur, exoskeletal legs and gone in to join the others, then id, "No.
And it was another one who completely ignored r presence. From what you just
said I thought you two ew each other.”

"We know each other very well," said Lioren, "so I must sume that the forefront of
Ergandhir's mind is currently cupied by one of its Educator taped entities who
does not low me, and never will since the original donor is no tiger alive.”

"I hate to ask another question," said Hewlitt, "but will •u explain that?”

"It is part of the same question," the Padre said, "and I'm /ing to answer it. . . .”

Educator tapes were very much a mixed blessing, Lioren plained, but their use was
necessary because no single sing could hope to hold in its brain all the
physiological id clinical information needed for the treatment of patients a
multispecies hospital. That was why the incredible mass ' data required to care for
them was furnished by means of e Educator tapes, which were the complete brain

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record-gs of great medical specialists of the past belonging to the iccies concerned.
If an Earth-human doctor had to treat a elgian patient, he took one of the DBLF
physiology tapes itil the treatment was complete, after which he had it ased. Senior
physicians with teaching duties were often died on to retain two or three of the
tapes for long periods, which was not very pleasant for them, and their only
consolation from their points of view was that they were better off than the
diagnosticians

They were the hospital's medical elite. A diagnostician was one of those rare
entities whose mind was considered stable enough to retain permanently and
simultaneously up to ten physiology tapes. To their data-crammed minds was
given the job of original research in xenological medicine and the diagnosis and
treatment of new diseases in hitherto unknown life-forms

There was a well-known saying in the hospital, reputed to have originated with
O'Mara himself, that anyone sane enough to want to be a diagnostician was mad

"You must understand that it is not only the physiological data that the tapes
impart," the Padre went on. "The complete memory and personality of the donor
entity who possessed that knowledge is impressed as well. In effect a
diagnostician subjects itself voluntarily to a most drastic form of multiple
schizophrenia, with the alien personalities sharing its mind so utterly different in
motivation and character that.. . Well, geniuses in any field are rarely nice people.
These donor entities have no control over the host's thinking or bodily functions,
but a diagnostician who does not have a stable and well-integrated personality can
sometimes fool itself into believing that the opposite is true and it is no longer in
charge of itself. Getting used to walking on two feet when your mind insists that
you have six is bad enough, but the food preferences, the dreams that come when
the body is asleep and the mind has no conscious control, are much worse. Worst
of all are the other-species sexual fantasies. They can be really disturbing

"With some of the diagnosticians," the Padre ended, "O'Mara has its hands full.”

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Pathologist Murchison's remark about • husband being multiply absentminded,
and Prilicla's certainty about detecting the virus's emotional radiation if host is a
diagnostician, but I find it impossible to believe it...”

He broke off as another diagnostician waddled and lelched into view wearing a
transparent suit with the hel-;t open. It was a Creppelian octopoid, Lioren said, a
warm->oded amphibious life-form who could breathe air or ter. Owing to a skin
condition associated with advanced e, it found it more convenient to breathe air
and more tnfortable to keep its body immersed in water. He did not tch its name
because even through his translator it unded like nothing so much as a short
sneeze. When they reed that it, too, had never been a virus host, Lioren spoke :o
its communicator

"The last one has just gone in, Major," it said. "With the ception of Semlic, who
was invisible inside its environ-;ntal protection, all of the diagnosticians and
Colonel lempton are cleared.”

"Right, Padre," O'Mara replied. "You two resume your arch at once, and don't
waste time." The sound of other-species' voices raised in anger or gument
followed them as they moved away, but the sounds ;re too muffled for Hewlitt's
translator to make any sense them. Lioren said, "Our next call is the AUGL ward.
What it that you find impossible to believe?" "No offense intended," said Hewlitt,
"but I think your ofession has made you feel too kindly disposed toward the def
psychologist. Nobody can convince me that he is any-ing but a sarcastic, bad-
tempered, ill-mannered, unfeeling ;rson who is sensitive and caring about nobody
but him-If. Every time he opens his mouth he reinforces that sljef.”

The Padre made an untranslatable sound and said, "It is lie that Major O'Mara has
personality defects, and there are many people on the staff who will tell you that
the only thing that keeps them sane is the fear of what O'Mara will do to them if
they dare go mad. This is an exaggeration for humorous effect on their part. It is
also completely untrue." "If you say so, Padre," he said

They were moving along a main corridor again. Hewlitt was avoiding other-

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species collisions without Lioren's guiding hand on his shoulder and holding a
conversation at the same time. He felt surprised and pleased with himself

"Believe me," said the Padre, "if a being of any species is in serious need of
psychiatric help, there is no better person in the hospital, and that includes myself,
to give it. O'Mara takes the bad cases, those which could lead to permanent mental
damage or to otherwise well-motivated and dedicated members of the staff being
expelled from the hospital, and more often than not it saves their sanity as well as
their future careers. But those files are closed to the other psychology staff, and
neither the major nor its patients will talk about the treatment they were given
afterward.”

He did not know why, but Hewlitt felt sure that one of the patients concerned had
been Lioren itself

"O'Mara will tell you that the entire hospital staff are its patients," the Padre went
on. "Most of them require minimum attention or no treatment at all and with them,
it says, it can relax and be its normal, bad-tempered, sarcastic self. But when it
begins to show concern toward a person, as it did to you when you showed signs
of psychological distress on recognizing me as a former virus host, that is the time
to worry. You recovered quickly, however, so O'Mara reverted to its normal
behavior pattern toward a person it again considered to be one of its mentally
healthy and well-adjusted patients

"Instead of anger," it ended, "you should be feeling relieved and complimented.
And perhaps a little incredulous.”

Hewlitt laughed. "Thank you for the incredible informa-i," he said. "But seriously,
I have another question, the ; I asked you earlier. What are you all hiding from
me?" "My previous answer was designed to change the subject giving you
something else to think about," Lioren said. e are approaching the AUGL ward.
Can you swim?”

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 In the outer robing compartment, Lioren checked the helmet seals and air supply
of his protective suit, a process that was repeated by Charge Nurse Hredlichli in
the water-filled nurses' station, before he was allowed into the ward. Hewlitt
wondered if Illensans had a medical monopoly on the senior nursing positions; the
two wards he had experienced so far had both been in the charge of chlorine-
breathers. Considering the fact that they were separated by the fabric of two
protective suits and a few meters of intervening water, the distinctive chlorine
smell was probably due to his imagination

"The patient I am visiting is AUGL Two-Thirty-Three," said Lioren, "That is the
physiological classification for this water-breathing species, and the case number
is used because they do not exchange names other than with members of their
family. They are visually frightening, extroverted, and, unless you forbid it,
playful in the company of aller beings, but they will never deliberately harm
another lient creature.”

The Padre began swimming toward the ward entrance, its kward, twelve-limbed,
pyramidal body looking almost iceful underwater. It went on, "Most people feel a
certain pidation at their first sight of a Chalder, and it will not be isidered as a lack
of emotional fortitude if you are unable make close physical contact. This is not a
dare, so take ar time and go out and talk to them only when or if you 1 ready.”

For what seemed a long time, Hewlitt stared through the nsparent wall of the
nurses' station into a dim, green rid whose outlines were softened by what seemed
to be fting masses of decorative vegetation although, he mght, the larger pieces
might have been patients, edlichli and a Kelgian nurse were concentrating on their
mitors and ignoring him., so without further hesitation he am slowly into the ward

The nurses' station was less than ten meters behind him ien, at the limit of
visibility, one of the indistinct, dark-sen shadows lying in the angle between wall
and floor :ached itself and came rushing silently toward him like a :at, organic
torpedo, taking on a terrifying, three-nensional solidity the closer it came. As it
slowed ruptly to a stop, the pressure wave and turbulence from its ise approach
and the rapid beating of its many fins sent n spinning end over end

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One of the massive fins swept up to lie for an instant ing his back, feeling like a
soft, firm mattress as it stead-[ him. Then it withdrew for a short distance to begin
cir-ng him, almost nose to tail, like a gigantic, open-ended ughnut that had to be at
least twenty meters long. He was e to swim up or downward, but for some reason
his arms, ;s, and voice refused to work. At close range he could see that the
creature resembled an enormous, armored fish with a heavy, knife-edged tail, a
seemingly haphazard arrangement of stubby fins and a collar of thick, ribbon
tentacles projecting from gaps in its body armor. When it was in motion the
tentacles streamed backward to lie flat along its sides, but they were long enough
to reach forward beyond the thick, blunt wedge of the head when it was at rest.
The nearer of its two lidless eyes, looking to be about the size and shape of an
upturned soup dish, watched him as it circled closer. Suddenly the head divided to
reveal a vast, pink cavern of a mouth edged with a triple row of triangular white
teeth. The mouth opened even wider. "Hello," it said. "Are you the new trainee
nurse? We were expecting a Kelgian.”

Hewlitt opened his own mouth, but it was a moment before he found his voice.
"N.-no," he said. "I'm not a medic, just a layperson visiting the Chalder ward for
the first time." "Oh," said the Chalder. "I hope my approach did not frighten you.
Please accept my apologies if it did, but you did not react like a first-time visitor. I
am Patient AUGL Two-Eleven. If you give me the case number of the person you
wish to visit, I would be pleased to take you to it.”

He was about to introduce himself when he remembered in time that the Chalders
did not exchange names, and avoided serious embarrassment for them both. The
other's compliment must have made him him foolhardy, because he found himself
saying, "Thank you. But I do not wish to speak to one particular person. Would it
be possible to meet and spend a short time with all the patients?”

Patient Two-Eleven closed and opened its mouth several times. Hewlitt wondered
if it was about to object when it said, "That would be possible, even desirable,
especially to the three patients like myself who are overdue for discharge and are
growing bored. But time is limited. The main meal of the day will be released in
less than an hour. The food is synthesized, naturally, but highly mobile and
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lifelike, and laller beings like yourself are required to vacate the ward iring meals
in case of an accidental ingestion.”

"Don't worry," said Hewlitt, "I shall certainly leave fore then.”

"That is sensible," said the Chalder. "May I make an •servation and a suggestion
that may possibly offend you?”

Hewlitt looked again at the massive, armored body and ze of its teeth, then said,
"No offense will be taken.”

"Thank you," it said, moving closer and slightly past him • that only one enormous
eye, a side view of the mouth, and stiffly projecting fin were visible. "Earth-
humans are not :ry efficient in water; you move slowly and must expend uch
energy to do so. If you would grip the base of the fin at is close to you and hold on
tightly with both hands, we in move between the patients in a fraction of the time
you ould otherwise require.”

Hewlitt hesitated. "The fin looks, well, fragile. Are you ire I won't damage you?”

"Not at all," said Two-Eleven. "Admittedly I have been well, but I am much
stronger than I look.”

Unable to think of a suitable reply, Hewlitt grasped the ise of the fin whose thick,
red-veined stem sprouted from gap in the scaly armor like an enormous,
translucent lubarb leaf. He tightened his grip as he felt an invisible )mething trying
to pull him loose, then reali/ed that it was icreasing water pressure caused by their
motion and that IB whole ward, its decorative foliage, the massive figures of ie
patients, and the diminuitive medical staff were slipping ast at speed

There were no beds in the ward, he saw at once, and real-;ed that that should not
have surprised him considering the avironment. What appeared to be the
equivalent of bedrid-en patients were tethered loosely to the insides of open-tided
treatment frames that looked like uncovered box ites. One of these patients, whose
entire body surface was cracked and discolored by either age or disease, was being
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attended by Lioren. The majority of the others were floating without restraints
close to their personal, marked-out areas of wall or ceiling, their eyes fixed on
illuminated view-screens and presumably being entertained. At the far end of the
ward, which was apparently their destination, two Chalders were drifting
motionless nose to nose. When Two-Eleven and Hewlitt approached, their
massive tails flicked and they swung into a ponderous turn to face them, their vast
mouths already gaping open

"You may dismount now," said Two-Eleven, bringing forward a ribbon tentacle to
point. "These are Patients One-Ninety-Three and Two-Twenty-One. And this is an
Earth-human visitor who would like to talk with us,”

"I can see that it isn't one of your body parasites," said One-Ninety-Three. "What
does it want to talk about? The stupid reason we are still here?”

Before Hewlitt could reply, Two-Twenty-One said, "Please excuse our friend,
small air-breather. A combination of impatience, boredom, and homesickness has
eroded its manners. Usually its behavior is much better, well, a little better, than
this. But its question remains—why are you here and what do you want to say to
us?”

Hewlitt waited while the three of them changed position until they hung side by
side facing-him. The sight of one Chalder jaw and triple set of teeth had almost
unnerved him, but three of the enormous mouths gaping open within a few meters
of his head was ridiculous rather than frightening, and he felt himself begin to
relax. He decided that this was another time to be sparing and perhaps a little
inventive with the truth

"I don't know what I want to talk about," he replied. "The subject doesn't matter, I
just want a few minutes' conversation. I am neither a medic nor a psychologist,
just a former patient helping with some follow-up research. Until I am allowed to
leave the hospital there is nothing interesting for me to do, so I asked, and was
given permission, to spend the time meeting and talking to as many patients and
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"Practically every member species of the Federation is represented here," he went
on, "while on Earth I would be lucky to meet five off-worlders in a lifetime. The
opportunity was too good to miss.”

"But there are over a hundred Chalders on Earth," said Two-Eleven. "They are
advising on the repopulation and education of the semisapient ocean mammals
which your ancestors nearly rendered extinct.”

"Most of them are Chalder scientists and their families," said Hewlitt. "Only a few
Earth-human marine biologists are given permission to meet or work with them.
Nonspecialist visitors like myself were forbidden, but here visits between fellow
patients are allowed.”

"Even so," said One-Ninety-Three, "it seems to me that a life-form as physically
fragile as yours is taking a serious risk simply to avoid the boredom of waiting to
go home. The Chalder environment is friendly compared with some that you will
find here. Was there a psychological component to your former illness?”

"Most of the medics at home thought there was," said Hewlitt, knowing that the
irony was lost on them, "but in Sector General the cause of the trouble was
removed and the Earth doctors were proved wrong. There is no serious risk,
because Padre Lioren has agreed to be my guide and guardian.”

"The hospital must feel an obligation to you," said the other, "to grant such an
unusual request. What was wrong with you?”

He was still trying to think of a suitably unrevealing reply when One-Ninety-
Three said, "Probably it was one of those disgusting reproductive problems that
these non-egg-layers are prone to. You can see that it doesn't want to tell us, and
anyway, I don't think I want to know.”

Hewlitt wanted to protest at the implication that he was a non-egg-laying female,
but if he did not know whether he was talking to male or female Chalders he could
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"Usually," he said, "the juiciest gossip is associated with some physical or
emotional aspect of the reproductive process. You will find me less reticent when
telling you about other people's embarrassments.”

"We understand," said One-Ninety-Three, "but right now we would prefer to know
when we are likely to be sent home. Have you heard anything on that subject?"
"Sorry, no," said Hewlitt. "But I will try to find out." That much is true, he
thought, remembering the warning to Rhabwar and the emergency drills that had
been held in his former ward. Whether or not he would be allowed to pass on his
findings was another matter, because he was beginning to suspect that the
explanation was neither simple nor pleasant. But it soon became clear that all the
Chalders really wanted to talk about was home

At first he had expected that their attempts to explain the water world of
Chalderescol to him would be like trying to describe a sunset to a person who was
color-blind, but he was wrong. Within a few minutes he was experiencing the
freedom of an ocean that, apart from two small areas at the poles, covered the
planetary surface in places to a depth of over a hundred miles

The Chalders had battled their way to the top of their evolutionary underwater
tree, learned to survive and later to control and utilize the power from their
undersea volcanic activity while husbanding the living, nonsapient resources of
the most beautiful world in the Federation, although the small-eyed air-breathers
like himself required pressure vessels and visual enhancement to appreciate it.
They were already a highly civilized species before their discovery of fire and the
beginnings of the technology that enabled the very few of their number to fly
through the near-vacuum above their ocean and into the space beyond. But no
matter how far or often they traveled or their reasons for doing so, they remained a
part of Chalderescol's mother ocean and needed periodically to return to it

Considering their enormous body mass, the size and complexity of life-support
required, and the extreme danger and discomfort involved in traveling in space,
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"Why does any otherwise sane person want to travel in space?" said Two-Eleven,
making him realize that he had been wondering aloud. "That is a very large
philosophical question, and much too complex for debate if you still want to speak
to the other patients before the lunch hunt begins. Hold on to my fin again. . . .”

His experience with the first three Chalders meant that he was able to speak
briefly to the other patients with some understanding of their feelings, or at least
without making a complete fool of himself. He stopped beside but did not speak to
the gravely ill patient Lioren was visiting, because they were already having a
conversation and he thought it better not to intrude. But from his moment of
floating beside its treatment frame he was able to establish that it, along with the
rest of the ward's other patients and medical staff, had never been hosts of the
virus creature

He returned to find the food-dispenser outlet beside the nurses' station open and,
drifting horizontally in the water before it, what seemed like more than a hundred
flattened, ovoid shapes just under a meter in diameter. Their upper surfaces were
covered by irregular patches of dull color while the underside was pale grey. A
long, low dorsal fin ran fore and aft, and the rim at the stern was pierced by three
circular openings. While he was moving forward for a closer look his hand
touched the object, sending it into a slow roll. Suddenly Charge Nurse Hredlichli
was beside him

"What... ?" began Hewlitt, and broke off as a shapeless, Illensan limb shot
forward, grasped the object, and pulled it level again

"Do not alter the trajectory," it said in its usual impatient voice. "For your
information, if you do not already have the knowledge, that is a container
of'concentrated food enclosed in an edible shell and propelled by concealed
capsules of high-pressure, nontoxic gas which simulates the movement through
water of a fleeing, nonsapient native crustacean. It has been found that mobile
food increases the patients' appetite and has beneficial psychological effects. If the
food vehicle were to crash edge-on into a wall or deck and burst, it would leave a
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important duties requiring their attention. Please reenter the nurses' station and
stay out of my head fronds. Patients, your attention please. . . .”

Its voice was coming from the ward's wall speakers as well as his headset, and
Hewlitt was being ignored

"The main lunch release is imminent," Hredlichli went on. "It will be followed in
fifteen minutes by the containers marked with concentric blue circles, which are
the special diets required by Patients One-Ninety-Three, Two-Eleven, and Two-
Fifteen. Kindly remember that these are not to be consumed by anyone else.
Patients confined to their treatment frames will have lunch delivered to them by
the nurses once the mobile patients are fed. All medical staff who are not already
in the nurses' station return there at once. Padre Lioren, this includes you.”

Lioren returned but did not seem disposed to speak to anyone. Perhaps its mind
was still on its sick patient. Hewlitt watched as fans of bubbles jetted from the
sterns of the lunch vehicles and they began to accelerate down the ward, their
numbers thinned by heavy, darting shapes and clashing jaws. The shape of
Hredlichli, looking like a grotesque, plastic-wrapped sickly vegetable, was still
drifting close by, and for the first time since his arrival it seemed to have nothing
to do

There were times, he thought, when by pretending to have a little knowledge it
was possible to obtain a lot more. He decided to risk a question

"Charge Nurse," he said in a brisk, confident voice. "The AUGL classification are
not easy to move in an off-world environment. How long would it require for an
emergency evacuation of all the patients in your ward, and how would you
personally assess the chances of success?”

Inside Hredlichli's protective envelope a group of oily yellow fronds twitched as it
said, "Obviously you are already aware of the emergency. This surprises me
because the information is restricted to the very senior medical and maintenance
staff and to one charge nurse, myself, whose ward poses a particular problem. Or
are you more than a mere curious visitor, and there was another reason why you
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wished to speak to every patient in my ward?”

The answer to both questions was yes, Hewlitt thought, but he could not say so
because the knowledge of the virus creature was also restricted. He wanted to ask
for more details about the emergency, but could not because he was supposed to
know them, and his earlier curiosity was being diluted by a growing fear

"Sorry, Charge Nurse," he said, "I am not at liberty to answer that question.”

More parts of Hredlichli twitched grotesquely. It said, "I do not approve of the
secrecy where this ward is concerned. My Chalders are overlarge but they are not
stupid. Even in this hospital there are too many people who equate large size with
a lack of sensitivity. If my patients were to learn that there is a malfunction in the
power-generation system that threatens the entire hospital and that they, because
of their great size and consequent difficulty of evacuation, would be among the
last to leave or, worse, that there might not be time enough to modify enough ships
to accommodate them, they would not panic or try to break out. Your poisonous,
rarefied atmosphere outside this ward would be as deadly to them as my own
chlorine or space itself. Those that were left behind would accept their fate, and no
doubt insist that their medical attendants save themselves, because they are
intelligent, sensitive, and caring monsters.”

"I agree," said Hewlitt. He had recently met all of them, and knew. He had also
had frightening confirmation of the reason for the emergency drills that were
apparently being conducted everywhere but the Chalder ward, but uppermost in
his mind was a sudden and inexplicable liking for this ghastly chlorine-breather.
He added reassuringly, "It might. never happen, Charge Nurse. This is a problem
for the maintenance engineers. No doubt they will be able to solve it in time.”

"Considering the time it took for them to repair the waste extractor on One-Eighty-
Seven's treatment frame," Hredlichli replied, returning to character, "I lack your
confidence.”

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nurse, but the Padre did not comment and it remained silent after they returned to
the corridor. Hewlitt wondered if his conversation with Hredlichli had caused the
other to take offense

"Are we agreed," he said, "that there are no former virus hosts in the Chalder
ward?”

"Yes," said Lioren

The word had punched a small hole in the other's wall of silence. But Hewlitt's
fear was growing and so was his impatience to know more, and he knew that his
next words might close the hole again

"Did you know the reason for the evacuation drills?" he asked. "Were you
deliberately keeping it from me?”

"Yes," said the Padre

Before Hewlitt could ask the obvious question, Lioren answered it

"There were three reasons," it went on. "You have already been told one of them,
that you are not a specialist in the relevant field so that being given complete and
accurate information could not have contributed to a solution of the problem. As
well, the knowledge would have worried you unnecessarily and might have had an
adverse effect on your conduct of our search. And my own incomplete knowledge
was gained in circumstances which preclude me passing it on. In any case, you
found out as much about the emergency from Hredlichli as I did, so I now feel free
to discuss the situation with you. In general terms, at least.”

"Does that mean," he said, trying to control his irritation, "that there is something
that you are still not telling me? For my own peace of mind, naturally.”

"Yes," said Lioren. ; This time it was Hewlitt who erected the wall of silence,
because the words he felt like using were not those normally spoken to a Padre,
and it was Lioren who was trying to demolish it

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"The next call," it said, "is to a patient in the SNLU ward. It is an ultra-frigid,
methane life-form with a crystalline tissue structure that is hypersensitive to bright
light and minute increases in temperature. .The environmental-protection vehicle
is cumbersome, heavily insulated, fitted with sensory enhancement and remote
manipulator systems. Because of the patients' extreme aural sensitivity it is
necessary to attenuate external sound output and amplify the input. It is a very
quiet ward. You will be able to move close to my patient, and the three others who
are under treatment, when I introduce you, but then you must leave the two of us
alone as you did in the Chalder ward and talk to the others. You will not have to
concern yourself with your vehicle's controls; one of the staff will guide it
remotely from the nurses' station.”

Still feeling angered by the other's implication that he could not be trusted with
sensitive information without losing his emotional control, Hewlitt remained silent

"You will find," Lioren added, "that the SNLU environment will cool even the
hottest temper.”

CHAPTER 29
 Not only was the ward cold and dark, but heavy shielding and insulation protected
it from the trace quantities of radiation and heat given off by ship traffic in the
vicinity of the hospital. There were no windows, because even the light that
filtered in from the distant stars could not be allowed to penetrate to this area. The
images that appeared on his display had been converted from the nonvisible
spectrum, giving them the ghostly, unreal quality of fantasy, so that the scales
covering the patients' eight-limbed, starfish bodies shone coldly through the
methane mist like multihued diamonds, making them resemble a species of
wondrous, heraldic beast

When he turned off his translator while moving between patients so as to listen to
their natural voices, the sound was like nothing he had ever heard before. So clear
and cold and beautiful were the sounds that he could almost imagine that he was

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hearing the musical, amplified chiming of colliding snowflakes. Even though there
were no virus hosts in the ward, and Hewlitt doubted that anything other than an
SNLU could survive for more than a few minutes in that environment, it surprised
him how sorry he felt when the time came to leave

' Lioren's next visit was to the quarters of an off-duty Melfan nurse called
Lontallet. Again he was introduced and, after removing it from their suspect list of
former virus hosts, he waited in the corridor while the other two went inside to
talk

The wait was neither long nor boring, because the corridor was invaded by a slow-
moving column of patients. He counted thirty of them comprising five different
oxygen-breathing species, several of whom were being transported in gravity
litters. From the overheard conversations of the nursing attendants he discovered
that it was both an evacuation drill and an utter shambles. The last of them was
moving away when the Padre rejoined him

"Did they pass by slowly enough for detection?" it asked. "Did you feel anything
from them?”

"Yes," said Hewlitt. "And no. Where to next?”

"To the dock airlock on Level One," Lioren replied, "and calling on the wards and
scanning all the passersby in the corridors between. We will have to work much
faster now. No longer may we speak at length to any of the patients. A few words
or a brief visual contact is all we can allow ourselves. Are you feeling tired?”

"No, curious," said Hewlitt. "And hungry. We haven't eaten since—”

"In the short term," the Padre broke in, "our hunger is not life-threatening. I
contacted the department from Nurse Lontallet's room. O'Mara is in conference,
this time by communicator with the waiting ships' captains, but it left a message
for us. The situation has worsened but so far the exact nature of the technical
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At present there are three separate evacuation drills in progress, but as yet there
are no ships at the boarding locks. The patients are complaining about the
inconvenience, the medical staff know that something serious is going on and are
wanting answers, and in spite of their efforts to project clinical calm, their
uncertainty is being communicated to their patients and each other.
Psychologically, this is a dangerous situation which must not be allowed to
continue.”

"But what is the problem, exactly?" said Hewlitt. "Not enough ships for a
complete evacuation, or what? Keep it a secret from me if you have to, but surely
the other people here are used to emergencies, medical emergencies, at least, and
would react better in conditions of full knowledge, even if the knowledge is
frightening, than total ignorance.”

Lioren increased its pace along a clear section of corridor as it said, "Assembling
enough ships to empty the hospital should not be a major problem, considering the
Federation's past response times on disaster-relief operations. It may be that they
can't talk about the problem because they don't fully understand it themselves, or
there is more than one problem.”

"Are you trying to confuse me," said Hewlitt, "or give me some kind of clue?”

Lioren ignored the question and went on, "Prilicla reported nothing unusual from
the dining hall. The virus creature was not occupying any of the diners whose
emotional radiation it scanned, but due to its low stamina, it requires a lengthy
period of rest before it will be able to resume the search. That leaves us as the only
people who are able to detect the virus, O'Mara says, and we must find it with
minimum delay. As well, from now on we are ordered to seal our helmets and use
only suit air to avoid wasting time when changing environments.”

"But that would save only a few minutes . . ."Hewlitt began, then ended, "Never
mind.”

It was a stupid order, he thought, when all but two of the wards they would be
visiting belonged to warm-blooded oxygen-breathers with similar atmospheric
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composition and pressure requirements as themselves. Maybe the emergency
could affect the thinking of even the chief psychologist

Their next ward was one of the few in Sector General— the Chalder section they
had visited was another—where only one species of patient was treated. For the
first time he was able to see, at close range and in horrendous, sharp focus rather
than through a semitransparent chlorine envelope, not only one but a whole ward
full of uncovered Illen-san bodies. He was not surprised to find that none of them
had harbored the virus, because he could not imagine any creature, no matter how
desperate it was for a host, wanting to occupy a body like that

Ward followed ward, as did the bewildering succession of patients and medical
staff, many of them belonging to species he was meeting for the first time. There
was no time to ask questions or wait for answers. None of the beings were as
visually unpleasant as the Illensans and neither had any of them been former virus
hosts. The speed of their visits aroused comment, as did the odor of chlorine
emanating from their unnecessary protective suits, but the presence of the Padre
insured that the remarks were polite. In the intervening corridors all of the people
they met gave similar negative results

"I'm beginning to wonder," said Hewlitt, "if we aren't deluding ourselves with our
host-recognition capability. We have an indescribable—well, I suppose you could
call it a fellow feeling for each other. But the feeling might be for each other and
nobody else. And there is something wrong with this whole situation. I don't know
what it is exactly, but I think you know and could tell me.”

Lioren stopped so suddenly that Hewlitt had to take three paces backward. They
seemed to have left the medical levels, because the people who passed them were
wearing Maintenance coveralls and the doors and side corridors bore the
interspecies symbols for power-transmission stations, heat-exchanger systems,
and, above the opening just ahead of them, a radiation warning. He wondered
what kind of ward he would find up here

"Are you tired?" asked Lioren

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"No," said Hewlitt. "Are you trying to change the subject?”

"As you may already have heard," said the Padre, "I trained here as a medic
before. . .. What I'm trying to say is that I know my Earth-human physiology well
enough to be aware of your physical limitations. By now you should be very tired
as well as hungry. My next and final patient contact is classification VXTM. That
is a radiation-eater and therefore completely unsuitable as a host entity for the
virus. It is also a terminal case and is being visited for no other reason than that I
visited it once and it requested as many subsequent visits as were possible. You
may as well take this opportunity to eat or rest.”

"I'm not tired," said Hewlitt. "Have you forgotten that the legacy left us by the
virus is one of optimum health which presumably includes a body that operates at
peak efficiency and is less subject to fatigue? Am I right in thinking that,
following our recent high level of physical activity, you also are feeling less tired
than you would normally have been?”

"I dislike arguing with you," said the Padre, "especially when, as now, you are
right. I have much on my mind and this is not an important matter. But very well,
we are not as tired as we should be.”

It was clear that Lioren was irritated with him, probably for good and perhaps
religious reasons so far as a padre making a sick call was concerned. He tried to
apologize

"I seem to have spent my whole life arguing," he said, "usually with medics who
were sure they were right and I was wrong. I'm sorry, it has become a bad habit
that I should curb. If you have strong personal or religious reasons for not wanting
my company on this visit, just say so. But I also feel that if we have checked all of
your possible virus contacts together up to now, in the interests of consistency we
should finish the job that way even though we may be wasting our time.”

When the Padre did not respond, he laughed and went on, "As well, if you
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ternperature SNLU? Could a virus exist that close to absolute £ero, and if it is an
intelligent virus, why would it want to?”

Lioren ignored his attempt at humor. It said, "I do not know enough about the
virus creature's motivations to be able to speculate about why it would do
anything. And if you remember your home world's natural history, there are many
instances of simple forms of life surviving for extended periods under your polar
ice layers, sometimes for millions of years.”

"And do you remember," said Hewlitt, trying hard to control his own irritation,
"my telling O'Mara that our virus creature passed through the fringes of a nuclear
detonation? And that it survived the experience for more than twenty years before
it infected me?”

They had to move aside quickly to avoid two Orligians in Monitor Corps uniforms
who were driving their equipment litters like racing vehicles, but it was a few
minutes before Lioren spoke

"I do not remember that," it said, "because I did not overhear that part of the
meeting so that information is new to me. But there is a vast difference between
the short burst of radiation sustained by the virus and the intense, lifelong
exposure required by the Telfi. You are arguing with me again, but again you may
be right. Very well, you may accompany me into the Telfi section.”

"Thank you," said Hewlitt. "After I see the patient the two of you will be left alone
to speak in private.”

"That will not be necessary this time," said the Padre. "The patient is close to
death. Beyond its self-knowledge of that fact, it has not said that there is anything
troubling its mind. As you would expect, all of the Telfi religions are based on
various forms of sun worship, but it has not said whether or not it believes in any
of them. All that it needs or wants at this time is contact with another intelligent
creature, or creatures, who will listen to it and speak in the Language of Strangers
until it is no longer capable of forming thoughts or words. While it is suffering all
we can do is stay with it for a while and listen in the hope that we are doing some
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good.”

Lioren turned without warning into a side corridor so that Hewlitt had to hurry to
catch up. He said, "Wouldn't the patient feel better if one of its friends were with it
at a time like this?”

"Obviously," said the Padre, "you know very little about the Telfi.”

"Not much," said Hewlitt, feeling his face grow warm at the implication of
ignorance. "I never expected to meet one socially, so there was no reason to learn
more. I know they are radioactive, very dangerous, and, well, not approachable
people.”

"Their environment is hostile," said Lioren, "not the people. And very few
Federation citizens need to meet or learn about the Telfi person-to-person, so your
lack of knowledge is not a reason for you to feel offended. Before you meet this
patient you will have to learn a little about how the Telfi live, and, more important
in this case, how they die. Are you able to absorb knowledge while moving your
lower limbs a little faster, I hope?”

"I'll be able to keep up with you," said Hewlitt

Lioren ignored the deliberate ambiguity and went on. "I have promised to touch
and listen to the last thoughts, if it still has the strength to articulate them for the
translator, of the dying Telfi astrogator part Cherxic. So far we have had no
success with our search for the virus. I want to take a little of the time we seem to
be wasting to keep my promise." "And do you have a little time," said Hewlitt, "to
listen to me?”

"Yes," said the Padre without hesitation. "For some time I have sensed in you an
emotional disturbance, but whether it is anger directed at me because of
unsatisfied curiosity or some more serious, personal concern that distresses you I
do not know. If the latter, is the matter urgent? Either way I will listen, now or
later, but you know as well as I do that now is not a good time. Can you tell me

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simply, and I hope briefly, what is troubling you?”

Hewlitt did not look at the other as he replied, "You are right, Padre. I am curious
and angry with you for not satisfying my curiosity, and I am growing increasingly
frightened by the fact that you have been forbidden to satisfy it. So I keep asking
myself questions that I'm not qualified to answer, and worrying. There is
something about this whole business that bothers me.”

"Go on," said Lioren, stopping before a rail containing Earth-human radiation
protection suits in various sizes. "Put one on without removing the garment you
are wearing. It would be better if you talked while I help you to dress.”

It would also waste less time, he thought, but the Padre was too polite to say that

"Right," said Hewlitt. "So far as we know, the only beings to be infected or
invaded by this virus creature were myself, my cat, Morredeth, you, and some
other as yet unknown person or persons. It left us with a legacy of unusually good
health and, for some reason, a strange ability to recognize former hosts. Why
would it want to do that? And what exactly did it do to us?”

Without waiting for a reply he went on, "Is it telepathy, or an empathic faculty like
Prilicla's? We can't receive each other's thoughts or feelings with accuracy, so
probably not. I don't know enough about xenobiology or the behavior of
extraterrestrial viruses, intelligent or otherwise, and nobody, yourself included,
will answer questions. But am I right in thinking that the recognitive ability could
only have come about as the result of a physical change of some kind within us?
Was this invisible, two-way name tag that identifies us to other hosts merely a side
effect and did something else happen, something the virus does to everyone it
occupies? Has the long-term survival of the creature's species got anything to do
with it? Have we all been seeded by the thing and are busy growing virus-creature
embryos?”

He had stopped moving and was standing balanced on one foot and with the other
one pushed deep into the leg section of the radiation suit. The Padre was standing
behind him, supporting the upper body section and not moving or speaking, either.
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The lengthening silence was broken by the Padre

"I was forbidden to answer your questions," Lioren said, "for the reasons you have
already been given. It was to avoid causing you mental distress by listing our more
frightening speculations. But I will not continue to withhold answers when it is
plain that you are discovering them for yourself.”

Hewlitt was silent. He was no longer sure that he wanted his questions answered

"You already know that the most important factor in the treatment of multispecies
patients," Lioren went on, "is that we can provide it without risk of cross-infection,
because pathogens native to one world cannot be transmitted to a lifeform that has
evolved on another. We have derived much professional comfort from the fact
that, throughout the explored galaxy, no exception has ever been found to this
rule. Until.now.”

"But the virus isn't harmful," Hewlitt protested. "It isn't a disease. The opposite, in
fact.”

"Yes," said the Padre. "But it is still a virus, a form of multispecies pathogen, with
all that that implies. Admittedly it seems to be an intelligent, perhaps a highly
intelligent organism who intends no harm to anyone, but we cannot be sure of that.
We may be mistaking a simple, selfish need to occupy and maintain a host in
optimum health for altruism. Certainly that is a very comforting and reassuring
thought, but in a place like Sector General we cannot afford to ignore the
possibility that, whether its behavior is guided by intelligence and altruism or is
the result of a highly evolved survival instinct, it is the worst medical nightmare
that any of us can imagine.”

"I still don't understand why you're so worried," said Hewlitt. "It only cures
people.”

"You are forgetting what it has done," said the other. "On six separate occasions
that we know of it has crossed the species barrier. It has done so with ease and

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without triggering the host's natural defenses, although later it hyperreacted to any
medication or toxic material introduced into the host body. In essence it is a
superpathogen, an organized, intelligent collection of viruses which is capable of
modifying its structure to adapt and survive within a wide range of temperatures
and the physiologies and metabolisms of an as yet unknown number of former
hosts . . .”

"Wait," said Hewlitt. "Did the medical team on Rhabwar know about this and
deliberately keep it from me?”

"Yes," said the Padre, "as soon as they realized Lonvel-lin's personal healer was
involved and you were no longer hyperreacting to new medication, but Prilicla
didn't want you to worry.”

"On the way back from Etla," he said, "I remembered Naydrad saying that my
troubles were just beginning. I thought it was talking about something else.”

"It wasn't," said Lioren, and went on, "potentially an organism that can do all that
is very dangerous indeed. It might not intend to harm anyone, but the mechanism
that enables it to transfer so easily between species could also serve as a bridge
that would allow the transmission of lethal pathogens between the species of its
former hosts. If such an adaptable, multispecies strain were to get loose in the
hospital it is possible that the virus creature could cure the victims as it has done
on previous occasions, provided we could communicate and make our needs
known to it. But it is only one individual who would be trying to cure patients one
at a time, and if there were a hospital-wide epidemic that would not be fast
enough. Sector General and possibly the entire Galactic Federation would be in
very serious trouble

"It would mean the end of our present free and open contact between planetary
cultures," Lioren ended, "and we would be forced back to inhabiting only our own
home planets or, if we did go visiting, taking the most stringent decontamination
precautions.”

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forbidden to dock.”

This time he was not asking a question

CHAPTER 30
For a moment Hewlitt felt that his body was so cold that he could have been back
in the SNLU ward without his protective suit, and he wondered why the sweat
breaking on his forehead was not dropping off as hailstones. All of the Padre's
eyes were turned on him, and he did not know whether its next words were driven
by impatience or the need to administer a therapeutic change of subject

"Try not to think about it now," it said. "You are about to meet your first Telfi,
regrettably one who is dying. There is information you must have and precautions
you must take, both for your own safety and to avoid further distressing Patient
Cherxic. Listen carefully, if possible without asking questions. . . .”

Lioren went on to describe the conditions on Telf, a planet that orbited some thirty
million miles from and presented the same face to its parent sun. It was a world
whose flora occupied the grey area between vegetable and mineral, a world where
the temperature and radiation levels were lethal to every other intelligent species
known to the Federation. It was a truly hellish place to all but the Telfi inhabitants

They were a quasi-animal life-form that had evolved on the dayside hemisphere
and required the continuous high levels of heat and hard radiation given off by
their sun in order to live. As well as a spoken language they possessed a telepathic
faculty which operated between individuals, and especially the members of a
family gestalt, who were in physical contact at the time

Their civilization was very old and well established by the time they achieved
space travel, life-support for the Telfi being difficult to reproduce inside a ship,
and the proportion of malfunctions and crew losses among them were considered
very high when measured by Federation standards. But that had not kept them
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commercial and cultural benefits of Federation membership, which included
making frequent use of its medical service

Provided a Telfi ship with space casualties on board could be brought to Sector
General quickly enough, it was possible to help them. The problem was that when
a Telfi casualty's radiation-absorption mechanism failed because of a sudden
withdrawal or a catastrophic surfeit of its radiant food supply, or a traumatic injury
producing the same effect, the hospital had a maximum of one hundred hours from
the time the injuries were sustained to initiation of treatment. This included
reproducing in the required intensity and duration the cocktail of radiation that
would enable the casualty to recover

The need to reproduce this variety of curative radiation was the only reason why
Sector General maintained a small fission reactor, which was little more than a
functioning museum piece, among its contemporary fusion equipment

Over the years the hospital had learned how to treat a large number of the
nontraumatic conditions as well, the Telfi equivalents of respiratory, intestinal, or
gynecological problems, but often it was work for a physicist as much as a
physician

"The patient we are about to visit," Lioren went on, "is the last and only surviving
casualty of three sustained when their ship suffered a malfunction, the nature of
which neither of us would understand. Cherxic was part of the specialized gestalt
entity responsible for operating the vessel and, since it is no longer a functioning
member of its group, the others have closed ranks as best they can and all
physical, verbal, and telepathic contact with Patient Cherxic has been severed due
to . . .”

"You did say," Hewlitt broke in, "that this is a civilized species?”

"Yes," said Lioren. Its eyes and medial hands moved quickly over the seals of his
suit, and then it went on, "That's fine. Leave off one of-your gauntlets—and the
surgical glove, too, you won't need them while visiting Cherxic—but double-
check your glare shield for yourself while I dress. The visual radiation where we
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are going is vicious stuff.”

"The suit fabric," said Hewiitt doubtfully, "seems very thin.”

"The fabric and visor materials are imported from Telf," said the Padre, "where
they were developed for the protection of off-planet visitors. Neither you nor any
offspring you may produce need worry.”

"If we were carrying virus embryos," he said, trying to hold his voice steady,
"would Prilicla be able to detect them?”

"Yes," said Lioren, "provided they had developed to the stage of being aware of
themselves.”

Hewlitt was still trying to think of a suitable response when it continued, "Patient
Cherxic does not want, nor 296 JAMES WHITE would any other Telfi even
consider asking for, the presence of a family member or friend at such a time.
Dying slowly while remaining conscious is a very unpleasant experience for any
life-form, and for the Telfi who retain their telepathic faculty until the end, it is not
one they wish to share with others of their kind. There is severe pain even while
the sen-sorium is closing down, accompanied by fear that cannot be controlled or
concealed because a telepath is incapable of controlling either, and for a being
used to close physical and mental contact with its fellows from birth, there is a
strange and terrible isolation, a loneliness so intense that non-telepaths can
scarcely imagine it. And it is only nontelepaths like ourselves who are able to
comfort a dying Telfi, by talking to it on the translator, listening to its final
thoughts, and allowing it to feel contact with another sentient being for the last
time, because it knows that we are feeling sympathy but will not be able to feel its
pain.”

Hewlitt had yet to meet the dying Cherxic, but already he was feeling a little
ashamed that his sympathy for the other was being outweighed by his own selfish
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"What do they look like?" he asked. "And when you said close contact, how close
did you mean?”

"We'll go in now," said Lioren. "Follow me and don't worry, the radiation where
we are going is all in the visible spectrum.”

The airlock seal swung open to reveal a boarding tunnel whose other end blazed
like a square sun. By the time they had traversed it, his eyes had grown
accustomed to the intense light, but in spite of his glare shield he still had to look
through slitted eyes to see the details of the compartment beyond. The equipment
projecting from the walls and ceiling was a blur to him, both visually and
intellectually, but in the center of the deck there was a tethered gravity litter with
two long, opened metal boxes resting on it. He followed as the Padre moved
across the room to stand beside them, thinking that a coffin looked much the same
on any world, although putting them in their last resting place before they were
clinically dead showed a certain lack of sensitivity

"These two are dead," said Lioren in a quiet, disapproving voice, making Hewlitt
realize that he had been thinking aloud. "Both of them died within a few minutes
of my arrival. They were left in the lock chamber close to the boarding tube so that
the physical presence of their bodies would not cause distress to the living
members of their gestalt, and for the convenience of Pathology, which will be
sending someone to collect them. Since the Telfi do not reverence their dead other
than in memory, the bodies have been donated to the hospital for research
purposes on the understanding that the remains will ultimately be consigned to the
surface of a sun, any sun. It is a custom among the members of their space-
traveling gestalts that this be done. Excuse me, I must ask whether it is possible to
meet Cherxic again. It may already have died, but please remember that death
must never be mentioned in conversation with a Telfi." "Right," said Hewlitt. "But
earlier you mentioned making contact. . .”

"Padre Lioren and Patient Hewlett, an Earth-human DBDG, wish contact with the
damaged part Cherxic," it said into the communicator. "Is this possible, and
convenient?”

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The sound in his earpiece resembled a long, modulated burst of static which the
translator reproduced as, "You are welcome, Lioren, as is the stranger Hewlitt. A
short visit is possible. Please wait.”

The Padre moved closer to Hewlitt and joined him in looking down at one of the
dead Telfi. When Lioren spoke there was sadness in its voice as it said, "The
suffering and loneliness is long and there is little we can do to ease either, but the
part Cherxic still lives.”

After all that he had heard about this exotic, radiationeating species, Hewlitt had
not expected them to look so ordinary

Apart from the extra set of forelimbs growing from the base of the neck, the Telfi
resembled nothing so much as a large terrestrial lizard just under five feet long
from bulbous head to vestigial tail. The body was lying on its stomach so that the
two tiny, lidless eyes and the mouth, which was closed, were the only features
visible. All four of the stubby walking limbs were bent double to lie flat against
the body while the two, longer forward manipulators were stretched forward and
crossed so as to allow the chin to rest on the crossover point. The skin was pale
grey with a mottled and veined effect all over that made the body resemble a
sculpture in unpolished marble

Hewlitt felt the need to comment, and remembering that one should never speak ill
of the dead, he said, "The, ah, skin color is interesting. Beautiful, in fact.”

"You must not say that to Cherxic when you meet it," said the Padre sharply. "To
a Telfi the pale skin is neither interesting nor beautiful, it is a symptom of
advanced radiation starvation and a lethal failure of the absorption mechanism.
You may touch it if the act is not repugnant to you. Rest your bare hand anywhere
on the body surface.”

After putting his foot in his mouth with the remark about the cadaver's beautiful
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"It is no longer absorbing energy," said the Padre, "and has risen to room
temperature. Touching the top of the head with a slow, stroking motion worked
best with Cherxic. Physical and verbal contact is a poor substitute for gestalt
telepathy, but the patient appeared to derive some comfort from both.”

Hewlitt stopped with his hand still resting on the pale marble, lizard skull. "Wait
right there," he said. "I tried to ask this question earlier but you . . . Are you telling
me that you actually laid your bare hand on Cherxic in the same way as you did
when you felt Morredeth's fur?”

"Yes," said the Padre. "But there is no need to feel so excited about it.
Physiologically the Telfi are not suitable hosts for the virus creature. It would be
like trying to infect a nuclear reactor.”

A great light was beginning to dawn. Hewlitt said, "I told you already that the
virus survived a close encounter with a nuclear detonation and, and the hospital's
reactor has been, well, very sick.”

The great light, he realized, was external as well as internal because the big, inner
seal of the lock was swinging open to reveal the shape of a Telfi. Behind it there
was another closed, transparent door that gave a view of the ship's interior. He
decided that it must be a very healthy Telfi, because in spite of the high level of
illumination, it reflected no light at all. It and the others that he could see beyond
the transparent seal were like so many mobile, lizard-shaped black holes

And every single Telfi that Hewlitt could see he recognized at once as being past,
and one present, hosts of the virus creature

There was a burst of modulated static as the one in the open lock moved closer
and spoke

"I am the part Cherxic," it said. "Please touch me, my off-world brothers and
benefactors, one at a time. Our ship will be returning to Telf very soon and there is
important information that must be passed to you.”


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CHAPTER 31
 He watched as Cherxic moved between them and as the Padre, whose curiosity
was greater or its cowardice less than Hewlitt's, placed one uncovered medial hand
on the Telfi's head. Lioren's body trembled for a moment although it did not seem
to be in any distress. No words were spoken and he had still to learn how to read a
Tarlan's facial expression, so he had no idea what was going on. A few more
minutes passed before the Padre lifted its hand away and it was his turn

Unlike the body of the dead Telfi he had touched, the dense black skin of Cherxic
felt cold, and there was a faint, warm tingling in his palm similar to the sensation
he had felt when he had pressed his hand against Patient Morrqdeth's damaged fur.
But this time the tingling was moving up his arm, across his shoulder and into his
head. For a moment his sensorium went wild as tiny, random sensations of
warmth, cold, pressure, pleasure, and pain occurred all over his body, while bursts
of color that were beyond his previous experience or imagination and odors
familiar and utterly strange were flooding his senses

For some odd reason the memory picture of his cat came into his mind, and the
way it had circled and stamped gently with each paw in turn as it had tried to push
his lap into a more comfortable shape before it curled up to sleep. Now something
was pushing and probing at his mind, trying to make itself fit more comfortably,
and it was both gentle and persistent

Suddenly there was a great, soft explosion of knowledge

Hewlitt was still running' through his bright, newly acquired memories like an
excited small child exploring a new playground when the virus creature retraced
its path along his shoulder, arm, and palm to return to Cherxic. Without a word the
Telfi left the lock chamber and the inner seal closed behind it

There was nothing more to be said to it, they knew, and nothing left to ask

They maintained their silence while Hewlitt followed the Padre as it guided the

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gravity litter containing the two Telfi cadavers through the boarding tube and into
the hospital lock chamber. The seal had closed behind them and emitted a loud,
double chime accompanied by a visual warning indicating that the Telfi vessel had
broken the docking seals before Lioren spoke, and then it was into its
communicator

"Braithwaite? Lioren. I must speak to Major O'Mara. It's urgent.”

"O'Mara," said the voice of the chief psychologist. "Go on, Padre.”

"We are calling off the search," said Lioren. "The last and only remaining host of
the virus creature has been found. It is currently inhabiting a member of the Telfi
gestalt whose ship is leaving as we speak. The vessel is to be given departure
clearance without delay. And you can cancel the evacuation drills and disperse the
waiting ships. The problem with the power-generation control systems is over and
. . .”

"I don't see the connection," O'Mara broke in sharply. "Are you trying to tell me
there is one?" • "Yes," said Lioren. "When two unusual events occur at the same
time, the chances are that they have a common cause. I had forgotten that
particular unwritten natural law and it was Hewlitt, not me, who made the
connection. There is no longer any danger to anyone inside the hospital, either
from a nuclear detonation or a cross-species contagion, and we will give you a full
report as soon as we reach the department.”

"Wait," said O'Mara, "where you are.”

For what seemed a long time Hewlitt stared at Lioren, who was looking with all of
its eyes at the two dead Telfi, before the chief psychologist's voice returned

"You're right, Padre," said O'Mara, "Engineering confirms that the instability in
the nuclear power and distribution systems has rectified itself, why or how they
don't know, and the emergency is over. It happened within the past fifteen
minutes. But that was the lesser of the two problems. There is still the matter of
the multispecies virus loose in the hospital and, with respect, you two are so
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deeply and personally involved that your assurance that there is no danger could
be, well, more an unconscious product of wishful thinking than clinical fact. Is
Hewlitt fully aware of the situation?”

When it was clear that Lioren was not going to reply, he said, "Yes, I think so.”

"Then let there be no doubt in your mind, Hewlitt," said O'Mara, "that you two are
in serious trouble. I am personally very sorry about this, we all are, but your
trouble started when you were infected by the virus creature as a child,on Etla, and
here it was passed to ex-Patient Morredeth, Padre Lioren, and, an idea which I find
completely incredible, a Telfi whose physiology and environment is less suited to
a microbiological form of life than one of our hottest autoclaves. There are
probably other hosts that we don't know about. That is why, when our power
generation showed indications of increasing instability that would not respond to
the fail-safe systems, we kept calling emergency evacuation drills instead of
moving everyone into the ships that had been assembled for that purpose. We
could not afford to take the risk of turning a multispecies disease of unknown
potentiality loose in the Federation

"Padre, I have no wish to offend you," the chief psychologist went on, "by
doubting the words of a Wearer of the Blue Cloak of Tarla. But the will to survive
in you two as individuals, and for the citizens of the Galactic Federation as a
whole, is an evolutionary imperative that may be superseded by any ethical
considerations. That is why Kel-gia has been instructed to place ex-Patient
Morredeth in orbital quarantine on arrival. Similar instructions will be sent to Telf
regarding the ship that has just left, and to Etla regarding that cat. You two will be
placed in isolation for intensive study by Pathology, and the decision is about to be
taken to dismiss the evacuation vessels and replace them with a Monitor Corps
sector subfleet with orders to interdict Sector General to all external contact. This
could result in serious destabilization throughout the Federation, but it seems that
we have no choice. Do you understand our position?”

"It sounds," said Hewlitt, with a small, uncontrollable shiver that was partly of
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preferred the hospital to blow up and save everybody a lot of trouble. But please
believe us, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

"I'm sorry, Hewlitt," said O'Mara. "If the Padre has broken communicator contact
with us, please ask it to speak

Diagnosticians Conway and Thornnastor as well as Murchi-son, Prilicla, and
Colonel Skempton are with me. You may already know that Lioren was once a
highly respected senior physician in Sector General. No offense, Hewlitt, but right
now we need to hear the report from a medical professional.”

One of Lioren's eyes moved up to regard Hewlitt for a moment; then the Padre
returned all of its attention to the Telfi dead. He could almost feel the other's
present sorrow and its old, remembered pain. It did not speak

"Lioren is unable or unwilling to speak to you right now," he said, "nor will it
speak to me. But we have become very close to the Telfi and each other during the
past few minutes. I understand the situation as well as the Padre does, and I am
willing to speak.”

"It1 isn't like the Padre to behave this way," said the chief psychologist, in a voice
that mixed impatience with concern. "But I suppose we must settle for a bloody
amateur. Talk, dammit.”

Hewlitt took a firmer grip on his temper and said, "The Padre may indeed have
taken offense at your suggestion that we are lying; I certainly did. But it is also
gravely troubled by the thought of two dead Telfi who, if it had only known what
we now know, might not have died. But in the event it decided to comfort Patient
Cherxic, whose case was also terminal although the condition was not as far
advanced as that of the other two. The mistake, which was not deliberate and not a
reason to punish itself, was on a much smaller scale than the results of the wrong
decision it made a few years ago, but its distress over the Gromsag Incident is
never far from the Padre's ...”

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anyone, not even me.”

"It did not speak to me," said Hewlitt. "As of a few minutes ago, after the virus
creature transferred temporarily from Cherxic to Lioren and then to me, I knew
everything that was in the Padre's mind. . . .”

He had to break off, because it sounded as if six voices were trying to ask six
different questions at once. He looked at the Padre for help, but Lioren's eyes were
still on the dead Telfi and he knew that its mind was on the terrible occurrence in
its past when a planet had been all but depopulated because of a single wrong
decision. Sympathy for the Tarlan made his voice sound harsher than he had
intended

"If you don't stop asking questions," he said, "I won't be able to answer any of
them. Please be quiet and listen to me.”

He was surprised at how quickly the voices died away until he realized that
O'Mara had been giving them the same message, in much less polite language

"Yes," he said, "the virus creature briefly reentered my body, specifically my
brain. And no, the process did not render me telepathic. The effect is closer to that
of the Educator-tape experience remembered by the then Senior Physician Lioren,
except that the process is gentler and without the psychological disorientation
associated with the sudden transfer into one's mind of the memories and
personality of a completely alien donor. This was not a mind-recording, it was the
transfer of memories by a thinking, sensitive entity who, because of the debt it felt
it owed us, was anxious not to cause mental distress.”

"Wait," O'Mara broke in, and there was a suspicious edge to his tone when he
went on, "Are you saying that the memories were diluted, changed, or even
edited?”

"Diluted with the passage of time," Hewlitt replied, "but not distorted. You have
experience with treating telepathic species and must know that it is impossible to
lie with the mind. I know everything that was in the mind of the virus creature,
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who, because there seems to be only one of it, does not have a name. That includes
its future intentions, which in a telepath cannot be concealed or edited in any
way.”

"Go on," said O'Mara

"During the recent second visitation," he continued, "I was made aware of the
memories of all its previous hosts. Strongest were those of Lioren, Cherxic, and
the other members of the Telfi gestalt among whom it was invited to transfer at
will. When you think about it, an organized, self-aware, intelligent virus has much
in common with a gestalt entity. But it was the Telfi contact telepathy that enabled
it, for the very first time, to achieve perfect communication with other sapient
beings. Without knowing how or why, this was the ability it had been searching
for all of its life. But even more important were the Telfi radiation-based
metabolism and experience in adapting their horrendous environment to their
needs, together with their promise of long-term cooperation that will, hopefully,
enable the virus creature to make another and most hazardous future change of
hosts. That was the reason for the initial investigation and experimentation,
unsettling for the hospital staff but never life-threatening, that caused the problem
with the power-generation and control systems

"I don't have the technical vocabulary, but it seems that the structure of the virus is
such that it is possible for it to interpenetrate and exert a measure of control on the
subatomic level.”

Hewlitt paused for a moment, then moved onto more familiar ground. He said, "I
was also given the Morredeth material and, strangely, the feelings of the creature
from the time I first became its host as a child. That was a weird experience.
Before tiaat there was its time with Lonvellin, and before that a succession of
nonsapient hosts stretching far beyond even its own recollection

"The virus creature is old, very old. . . .”

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intelligence or if there had ever been other sapient virus creatures; it could well
have been a genetic accident and unique of its kind. In the beginning its hosts had
been small, and rather than infecting and killing them through uncontrolled
proliferation as did normal pathogens, it tried to insure its own long-term survival
by maintaining the hosts in optimum physical condition for as long as possible. It
transferred when, in spite of its efforts, a host grew too old or was killed by a
larger predator, whereupon the predator became the new host

A great many centuries must have elapsed before the highly intelligent and
extremely long-lived explorer Lonvellin visited its home world and, believing that
no off-world pathogen could affect it, took no precautions and acquired a most
unusual and unique parasite

Instinctively the virus realized that it had found an organism that could be made to
survive for a very long time indeed, but the new host's body was so massive and
strange and complex that it had extreme difficulty adapting to the new
surroundings. Lonvellin, however, who must have been subject to many irritating
and uncomfortable illnesses during its long life, would have deduced the virus's
presence and capabilities from the fact that the incidence of its former maladies
was dropping toward zero. But at that time the virus creature could not
communicate with its host, nor was it aware of the reasons why certain obscure
metabolic processes were taking place in that massive and confusing body. All it
was able to do at the time, and then only with great difficulty, was to maintain its
host in the same physiological condition as it had been in when found. The virus
made mistakes

One of them, its stubborn retention of dying skin material which would normally
have been discarded and replaced with new growth, brought Lonvellin to Sector
General. Another was allowing the then Senior Physician Conway to trick it into
leaving its host and revealing itself as a separate entity. At this stage in its
continuing evolutionary development the virus creature was sapient but not very
bright

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escape from the nuclear detonation that killed its host. That incident came close to
killing the creature as well, but instead resulted in a structural mutation which later
enabled it to enter and adapt to a radiation-eating Telfi host

It saved the Hewlitt child's life twice, after the poisoning and potentially lethal fall
from a tree and following the flyer crash, but it was still making mistakes, such as
halting the blood circulation by arresting the heart so as to give it more time to
negate the effect of any fast-acting foreign medication introduced, which
eventually resulted in the adult Hewlitt being sent to Sector General. It was
learning, however, and becoming increasingly aware of the host's mind and
feelings as well as its own. The process began with Lonvellin, but the incident
with the mutilated cat was more important than was realized because it was the
first time that the virus had been influenced by psychological factors, specifically
the emotional pressure of a child's grief for a dying pet, into changing hosts

"The transfer was temporary," Hewlitt went on, "because it was not in the
creature's interests to move from a long-lived host to a small and shorter-lived one.
By then it was being driven by curiosity and the urge to experiment as well as by
its need to survive into the indefinite future, but for a long time there were only
Earth-humans like myself available and it had not yet fully understood the
workings of my body. By the time I arrived here it was becoming intensely
curious, more aware of its surroundings and hungry for the new experiences that
were available in a place that is filled with very interesting and long-lived
potential hosts. When it felt my sorrow and sympathy for Patient Morredeth and I
accidentally touched, or perhaps was subtly influenced by it to place a bare hand
on, the wound where the destroyed, it transferred to its first Kelgian. Later it
moved to the Padre and then to Cherxic and, in turn, to each of the surviving
members of the Telfi ship gestalt, where the latest and most significant but not, it
believes, the final adaptation occurred. From the telepathic and technically highly
specialized members of the ship gestalt it learned how to communicate mind-to-
mind with its subsequent hosts, and to understand and control at the particle level
the radiation on which the Telfi live. The covert and Telfi-guided experiments
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"Now it has everything it needs to survive into the indefinite future," Hewlitt went
on. "Individual Telfi will die, many with less frequency now that it is moving
among them, but the gestalts replace or increase their membership and will
continue to amass information and experience. It has found the perfect host
species. With the willing cooperation and the radiation-absorption mechanism of
the Telfi as its launching point, it will grow in size and intelligence and power, and
it will continue to evolve until it is able to populate the stars or, a risk which it
fully accepts, kill itself in the attempt

"The hospital will not be troubled with the virus creature again.”

In his earpiece there was a long, hissing silence that was broken by a voice that
was so quiet and distorted with emotion that it could have belonged to anyone

"So it intends to infect and populate the stars," it said. "I don't doubt that it means
what it says, because we already know that it is impossible to lie with the mind.
That could lead to the breakdown of the Federation, perhaps the end of free and
unprotected other-species contact, perhaps of all intelligent life because of an
uncontrollable, interspecies contagion sweeping the member worlds, if we don't
act at once. We're sorry, Hewlitt, but that action must include isolating Lioren,
Morredeth, the Telfi ship's crew, yourself, and even your childhood pet from all
future contact for the rest of your lives.”

"No!" said Hewlitt angrily. "Why don't you people listen to me, or believe me
when you do listen? Padre, will you explain it to them, please?”

While the voice from O'Mara's office had been speaking, the Padre had closed the
Telfi caskets and returned its attention to Hewlitt. He had the feeling that Lioren's
emotional distress had eased or was at least under control again

"I couldn't explain it any better myself," said the Padre. "Carry on, but be quick.
Our covered litters and, dear me, an armed escort are arriving.”

Hewlitt took a deep breath and chose words that were short and simple. He said,
"O'Mara, all of you are wrong,-twice. None of the virus creature's hosts are
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infected, or contagious, nor have we been implanted with its seed or embryo. It
doesn't work like that The creature is an intelligent, organized collection of
viruses, a single and very selfish individual who will not willingly allow parts of
itself to be detached and thereby reduce the capability and intelligence of the
whole. My problems during and after puberty were caused by the fact that, while it
could understand the need of a host to eliminate body wastes, the expulsion of
healthy living material like seminal fluid was totally foreign to it because, at that
time, it could not conceive of the possibility of any entity wanting to propagate its
kind rather than surviving for itself alone. It still has difficulty accepting the idea
of countless billions of us sacrificing ourselves so that our various species will
survive

"On Etla, on Earth, and in the hospital," he went on, "there was absolutely no risk
of secondary infection. Perhaps in the future, if its plans work out, it may be able
to divide itself, but that time is a very long way off and even then we would be in
no danger from it. For now the virus can occupy only one entity at a time, and it
does not leave its host with a disease but with a level of physical, lifelong health
that is immediately obvious as a kind of organic artist's signature to all of its
former hosts

"It does this out of gratitude," Hewlitt went on, "for the knowledge and experience
provided by the host. It considers itself a tenant who is obliged to pay rent.”

The litters, their canopies open and ready, were accompanied by two massive
Hudlar medics and eight armed Monitor Corpsmen who were large by Earth-
human standards. The men's expressions showed a mixture of embarrassment and
determination. Hewlitt spoke quickly

"Believe me," he said, "neither the Federation nor its citizens have anything to fear
from the virus creature. It is no longer interested in the extremely short-lived
natives of any planet. Even though the project will take many of our lifetimes to
complete, its ambition is to populate the stars one at a time and beginning with the
Telfi's parent sun, which, in astronomical terms, is growing old and sick. While
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the risk well worth taking. To inhabit a sun that can be inhabited and given
intelligence, stability, and control of all its internal processes is the virus creature's
ultimate goal

"An intelligent star," he ended, "would be the most long-lived entity there could
ever be.”

This time it was Diagnostician Conway, Prilicla, and Thornnastor who were doing
most of the talking while the litter personnel and escort waited for them to decide
what they were going to do. For several minutes it seemed that the Padre and
himself had been forgotten as they debated the possibility of retracing Lonvellin's
travels before its arrival in Sector General with a view to finding the virus
creature's planet of origin and other, perhaps iionsapient members of its species
who could be studied and, hopefully, helped to proliferate. If it was offered, the
assistance of former virus-creature hosts would be invaluable. All necessary
precautions would be taken and there would be many problems to overcome, but if
they were successful they could foresee a distant future when the citizens of the
Galactic Federation would carry only one virus and be otherwise completely
disease-free. All that would be left for the medical profession would be the
treatment of accident and surgical emergencies. It was the chief psychologist who
had the last, impatient words

O'Mara said, "Doctors, enough. Your future hypothetical problems will not be
solved in the next few minutes. Padre Lioren, Hewlitt, relax. We have decided that
it is safe to allow Morredeth to land on Kelgia and the Telfi crew to return home
with their new friend. The armed escort is dismissed but you two will board the
litters and proceed with minimum delay, not to the isolation chamber in Pathology
but to this office for an immediate and detailed debriefing ...”

Hewlitt made a small, untranslatable sound which only the Padre heard. In a loud,
reassuring whisper Lioren said, "Don't distress yourself, friend. The major's office
has its own food dispenser, and if we aren't allowed to eat then we won't talk.”

". . . and a Hudlar-guided litter will get you here sooner than traveling on foot,"

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O'Mara went on. "Is there anything else you need to tell me before then?”

Hewlitt was not sure whether the words were the result of fatigue, malnutrition, or
sheer relief. He laughed and said, "Only that I have a psychological problem. I
seem to have become an ex-hypochondriac with absolutely nothing wrong with
me who wants to stay in hospital. I don't want to go back to minding Earth sheep.”

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