The storm burst, the sky flared bright, and the waves of sheer energy beat the ship, stormed in through the windows and the radiation counter shrilled madly. The pillar of fire mounted like a rolling cloud, reaching for the sun.
"Grant," said Lindsay with a dry throat.
Jenna sobbed.
"What did he mean?" demanded Lindsay.
Jenna shook away her tears, swallowed deeply. "I know," she said. "I know."
"You—?"
"I caught it," she said.
"Then it was you," he snapped harshly. "Tell me, Jenna, what kind of enticement did you use to get him going?"
"You fool," she snarled at him. "Blind, stupid fool." She stood up, blazing. "Yes," she said. "I've taken all you gave me, and took it gladly, happily. And I hoped that I could make up to you for ... for ... causing your loss. Yet you've never forgotten that I'm Martian, and that if you'd married a Terran you could have the plaudits and the admiration due any fighting officer. That's rankled in your soul until you hate me!" she screamed. "And what could I do? I'd have made it up to you," she said, her voice quieting, "but I didn't know how. And now you think I'm responsible. Well," she said accusingly, "how do I know but that you are planning revenge on Terra for being blind."
"Jenna, you—"