Ramsey did not move.
“So you knew about my father,” Margot challenged him.
“Yeah. So what?”
“And this shoal in hyper-space is a world, isn’t it?”
Ramsey nodded. “I think so.”
“O.K. Sit down at the controls, Ramsey. That’s right. Don’t try anything.”
Ramsey was seated in the pilot chair again. His head was still whirling but his strength had returned. He wondered if he could chance rushing her but told himself she meant what she said. She would kill him in cold blood if she had to.
“Bring the Enterprise down on that world, Ramsey.”
He sat there and stubbornly shook his head. “Margot, you’ll be meddling with a power beyond human understanding.”
“Rubbish! You read my father’s letter, didn’t you? That fear’s been implanted in [p 116] your genes. It’s part of the heredity of our people. It’s rubbish. Bring the ship down.”