13.
We were around on the other side of the planet by now. I estimated that we had traveled more than seven thousand hours.
By this time many things had happened. So much that I doubted my ability to convey all the news to Campbell so that he would get a clear understanding. I had lain awake nights trying to formulate my message. If my words failed, I only hoped that my tone of voice would convey my appreciation. My appreciation of him. Of what he had gone through. Of what he must yet go through.
He talked with me quietly through the radio, and I could visualize him as if I were sitting beside him again in the space ship.
"Yes, Linden. Go on. I'm listening."
I told him of the death of Omosla and the child. He was deeply grieved. It was a long time before he found voice to speak.
"Go ahead, Linden. I'm listening."
"I have more news," I said. "But tell me of yourself, Campbell. Have you gone ahead, playing your lone hand?"
"I've found my way into the customs of the savages, Linden. They have their own legends of Kao-Wagwattl. I can predict that in time the gap can be bridged between them and the Benzendellas. If we work carefully—men like you, Linden, working from within, and other agents from EGGWE that are sure to follow. I believe this planet can be spared the torments of great wars."
"Yes, Campbell ... and you, personally ... are you well? Are you still bristling with your usual self-discipline?"