"I hope so. I mean I'm sure you have. You're the doctor, of course, but wasn't there some doubt about the accuracy of the old Book? I didn't know you were a fundamentalist."
"Am I not the repository of all human knowledge?" Dr. Gar asked. He was not a bit angry with Roy Vanjan. "Am I not the last best hope? Has not all else failed us?"
"Well, sure—"
"Did not the Noahic Covenant, under which human government was established, fail? Has not Japhetic science been our undoing?"
Roy looked lost. "I'm no scholar, Doctor."
"Agreed. But perhaps you'll grant that I am?" He looked with supreme calm at the young pilot. "I'm your new intelligence officer and you're merely my striking arm. Help yourself to another brandy, son."
"Maybe I'd better not. I don't want to goof the mission."
"There's time. You'll want some sleep first."
"All right. I suppose I'll need a steady hand to murder Noah and the rest."
"And Shem, and Ham, and Japheth, and Noah's wife," said Dr. Gar, "and the three wives of his sons with them, as it was written. Especially Japheth. But not the animals, remember."