Iberno hits some people that way—with others it takes five or six capsules to put them into the death-like cataleptic state required for star hopping....
He saw her! Third couch to the right of his own. He stood up carefully, balancing on rubbery legs, and his hand went up to the constriction binding his skull. What was this? Goggles! Brink's fingers curled about the flexible band securing them. He tugged.
"Stop that, Brink!"
Brink's hand fell away. He recognized the voice of Len Daniels, the recruiter for this illegal voyage here to Sulle II.
"Want to lose your eyesight, Brink?" demanded the dapper little man. "We warned you of the danger. For at least ten days your eyes must remain protected."
The little gray-haired man wore no glasses, he had acquired an immunity to the sunlight of Sulle II from former voyages, but his naturally pink-and-white complexion was a sickly yellow.
Their voices roused the other colonists, and now Daniels moved among them, his soft full voice admonishing and sympathetic.
A coarse-haired giant of a man, dark hair graying at the temples of his ruddy outsize features, clamped Brink's fist with a huge hand.
"Name's Bryt Carby," he said, his voice ridiculously shrill.
"I'm Dorav Brink." His eyes slid toward the tall slenderness of Rea Smyt.