Savagely, I jerked the head high, then threw my whole weight forward on it as I smashed it to the floor.
It struck with a pulpy, popping sound. The body twitched convulsively, then went limp.
For an instant I lay there slack-jawed, staring stupidly into the darkness.
But Kruze still didn't move. The hands that but a moment before had sought to break my leg now sagged like sodden sacks of meal.
Panting, half-sobbing, I pulled myself clear. Then, lurching erect, I stumbled to the grey circle that was the entry-hatch and fumbled for a light.
Another hand was already on the switch.
That instant—it lasted through five hundred centuries and more.
Then, raggedly, I whispered, "Celeste—? Celeste?"
The answer, just as ragged: "You didn't really think I'd let you come alone?"
And somehow, after that, there was only the bright future stretching out before us, our future and an unconditioned mankind's, and there wasn't any need for light or words....