Still Ramsey did not move. Vardin looked from him to Margot Dennison and back again with horror in her eyes.
“I’ll count three,” Margot said. “Then I’ll shoot the Vegan girl. Do you understand?”
Ramsey’s face went white.
“One,” Margot said.
Vardin stared at him beseechingly.
Ramsey said: “All right, Margot. All right.”
Five minutes later, subjective time, the Enterprise landed with a lurch.
That they had reached a world in hyper-space there could be no doubt. But outside the portholes of the little freighter was only the murky grayness of the timeless hyper-space continuum.
“They’ve gone down, sir!” Ramar Chind cried.
Garr Symm nodded. For the first time he was really nervous. He wondered about the Dennison letter. Could his fear be attributed to ancestral memory, as Dennison had indicated? Was it really baseless—this crawling, cold-fingered hand of fear on his spine?