“I take it there’s been a heavy mutational variation in the humanoid norm on this planet,” said Orne. “What is it? Hard radiation?”
No answer.
“It doesn’t really make any difference, of course,” said Orne. “I’m here to help you.”
“I am Tanub, High Path Chief of the Grazzi,” said the native. “I decide who is to help.”
Orne swallowed.
“Where do you go?” demanded Tanub.
“I was hoping to go to your city. Is it permitted?”
A long pause while the vertical-slit pupils of Tanub’s eyes expanded and contracted. “It is permitted.”
Stetson’s voice came through the hidden speaker: “All bets off. We’re coming in after you. That Mark XX is the final straw. It means they have the Delphinus for sure!”
Orne touched his throat. “No! Give me a little more time!”