“After all — what?” asked George.
“Oh, nothing. I wonder what that Overlord thought about the whole business. We probably gave him more material than he bargained for.”
Jean shivered slightly, and her eyes clouded.
“I’m afraid of the Overlords, George. Oh, I don’t mean they’re evil, or anything foolish like that. I’m sure they mean well and are doing what they think is best for us. I wonder just what their plans really are?” George shifted uncomfortably.
“Men have been wondering that ever since they came to Earth,” he said.
“They’ll tell us when we’re ready for it — and, frankly, I’m not inquisitive. Besides, I’ve got more important things to bother about.” He turned towards Jean and grasped her hands.
“What about going to Archives tomorrow and signing a contract for — let’s say — five years?”
Jean looked at him steadfastly, and decided that, on the whole, she liked what she saw.
“Make it ten,” she said.
Jan bided his time. There was no hurry, and he wanted to think. It was almost as if he feared to make any checks, lest the fantastic hope that had come into his mind be too swiftly destroyed. While he was still uncertain, he could at least dream.