She looked up at me. "Harry says there's another planet out in hyperspace, somewhere, circling another star. He says people can live on it." Her eyes were shining, and I remembered a girl on a terrace, back at the Academy, with a dream in her voice that I'd been too dumb to recognize.
"He does, does he? Can he prove it? How do you know what he's really going to do?"
"Because he's told me!" she flared. "He's going to by-pass the fumbling bureaucrats who run things on Earth and take mankind out to the stars—mankind, Ash, the toughest, the strongest men in space, and their women. Space belongs to us, Ash, not to those Earthbound lilies!"
"And whose speech are you repeating?" I said, getting more and more mad every minute. "Thorsten's?"
"Yes!"
"All right, if you think so God damned much of him, suppose you tell me what he is to you now?" I asked.
"He's my husband." She didn't even hesitate.
I started for her, before I could think of words for the doublecrossing....
She came off the navigation table like a coiled spring. She had a gun in her hand.