How could they think? What sort of creatures could they be? Herb's imagination shrank from the task. It was one thing to hate the Oligarchy, but it was quite another to favor the end of the Universe.
The rustle of voices diminished. They were after him. They would get him.
Herb thought: Perhaps with this one action I have saved the Universe. When this becomes known on Brionimar, when it is learned how I, single handed, exposed the menace, then they will....
But suppose William was right?
Never before had such a thought even fought for recognition, and now, without warning, it erupted in naked completeness. It was an electric shock.
No! he shrieked, no!
He was sitting erect. He was clammy with icy perspiration. His whole body was suddenly silent and listening, every muscle and nerve strained in the direction of the hunt.
He lay back.
No, he thought.