It must also be pointed out, sternly to the Sanctuary girls and respectfully to the Vogarians, that flight into the uninhabited Sanctuary mountains would result in execution for the fleeing couples if Commander Y'Nor should ever find them.
"What's this?" Kane demanded, pointing to the last paragraph.
"Why—a warning, sir."
"Warning ... it's a suggestion!"
"A suggestion?" Brenn lifted his hands in shocked protest. "But, sir, how could anyone think—"
"I, personally, wouldn't give a damn if the entire crew was too love-sick to eat. But the commander does and my future welfare, including the privilege of breathing, depends upon my retaining what passes for his good will."
"Good heavens—I shall have this edict removed from the bulletin boards at once!"
"A great idea. It should fix up everything to lock the stable door now that the horse is stolen."
He went to the plant and felt the air of resentment as soon as he stepped inside. Dalon was patrolling among his men, his haggard face becoming more haggard each time the red-haired personnel supervisor went by with her hips swinging and her head held high in hurt, aloof silence. The guards were pacing their beats in wordless quiet, Graver's technicians were speaking only in the line of duty. The girls were not talking even to one another but in the soft, melting glances they gave the Vogarians they said We understand in a manner more eloquent than any words.