X.
Stellor Downing's hard fist came down on the table with a shattering crash. "I will not!" he said in a powerful tone.
"And I agree," echoed Cliff Lane.
Kennebec smiled patiently. "So far as I know it is the first time you've ever agreed on anything."
"The future—?" pleaded Toralen Ki.
Kennebec nodded at the Tlemban. "He's willing to die. He thinks enough of the future to die for it. You two might sublimate your lives just a little for it."
"Get a couple of others!"
"There are none suitable."
"What a stinking set-up," grunted Lane. "I've got to forget my identity and become a sheer hyphen."