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on Jason。
It didn't stop。 Instead it grew stronger； squeezing the air out of his lungs and the sight from his eyes。 He screamed but couldn't hear his own voice through the roaring in his ears。 Mercifully he blacked out。
When consciousness returned the ship was at zero…G。 Jason kept his
eyes closed and let the pain seep out of his body。 Kerk spoke suddenly； he was standing next to the couch。
〃My fault； Meta； I should have told you we had a one…C passenger aboard。 You might have eased up a bit on your usual bone…breaking takeoff。〃
〃It doesn't seem to have harmed him much…but what's he doing here？〃
Jason felt mild surprise that the second voice was a girl's。 But he wasn't interested enough to go to the trouble of opening his sore eyes。
〃Going to Pyrrus。 I tried to talk him out of it； of course； but I couldn't change his mind。 It's a shame； too； I would like to have done more for him。 He's the one who got the money for us。〃
〃Oh； that's awful；〃 the girl said。 Jason wondered why it was awful。 It didn't make sense to his groggy mind。 〃It would have been much better if he stayed on Darkhan；〃 the girl continued。 〃He's very nice looking。 I think it's a shame he has to die。〃
That was too much for Jason。 He pried one eye open； then the other。 The voice belonged to a girl of about twenty…one who was standing next to the bed； gazing down at Jason。 She was beautiful。
Jason's eyes opened wider as he realized she was very beautiful… with the kind of beauty he had never found on the planets in the center of the galaxy。 The women he had known all ran to pale skin； hollow shoulders； grey faces covered with tints and dyes。 They were the product of centuries of breeding weaknesses back into the race； as the advance of medicine kept alive more and more non…survival types。
This girl was the direct opposite in every way。 She was the product of survival on Pyrrus。 The heavy gravity that produced bulging muscles in men； brought out firm strength in strap…like female muscles。 She had the taut figure of a goddess； tanned skin and perfectly formed face。 Her hair； which was cut short； circled her head with a golden crown。 The only unfeminine thing about her was the gun she wore in a bulky forearm holster。 When she saw Jason's eyes open she smiled at him。 Her teeth were as even and as white as he had expected。
〃I'm Meta； pilot of this ship。 And you must be…〃
〃Jason dinAlt。 That was a lousy takeoff； Meta。〃
〃I'm really very sorry；〃 she laughed。 〃But being born on a two…C planet makes you a little immune to acceleration。 I save fuel too； with the synergy curve…〃
Kerk gave a nonmittal grunt。 〃e along； Meta； we'll take a look at the cargo。 Some of the new stuff will plug the gaps in the perimeter。〃
〃Oh； yes；〃 she said； almost clapping her hands with happiness。 〃I read the specs； they're simpiy wonderful。〃
Like a schoolgirl with a new dress。 Or a box of cqndy。 That's a great attitlAde to have toward bombs and flamethrowers。 Jason smiled wryly at the thought as he groaned off the couch。 The two Pyrrans had gone and he pulled himself painfully through the door after them。
It took him a long time to find his way to the hold。 The ship was big and apparently empty of crew。 Jason finally found a man sleeping in one of the brightly lit cabins。 He recognized him as the driver who had turned the car over to them on Cassylia。 The man； who had been sleeping soundly a moment before； opened his eyes as soon as Jason drifted into the room。 He was wide awake。
〃How do I get to the cargo hold？〃 Jason asked。
The other told him； closed his eyes and went instantly back to sleep before Jason could even say thanks。
In the hold； Kerk and Meta had opened some of the crates and were chortling with joy over their lethal contents。 Meta； a pressure cannister in her arms； turned to Jason as he came through the door。
〃Just look at this；〃 she said。 〃This powder in here…why you can eat it like dirt； with less harm。 Yet it is instantly deadly to all forms of vegetable life。 。 。 。〃 She stopped suddenly as she realized Jason didn't share her extreme pleasure。 〃I'm sorry。 Only I forgot for a moment there that you weren't a Pyrran。 So you don't really understand； do you？〃
Before he could answer； the PA speaker called her name。
〃Jump time；〃 she said。 〃e with me to the bridge while I do the equations。 We can talk there。 I know so little about any place except Pyrrus that I have a million questions to ask。〃
Jason followed her to the bridge where she relieved the duty officer and began taking readings for the jump setting。 She looked out of place among the machines； a sturdy but supple figure in a simple； onepiece shipsuit。 Yet there was no denying the efficiency with which she went about her job。
〃Meta； aren't you a little young to be the pilot of an interstellar ship？〃
〃Am I？〃 She thought for a second。 〃I really don't know how old pilots are supposed to be。 I have been piloting for about three years now and I'm almost twenty。 Is that younger than usual？〃
Jason opened his mouth…then laughed。 〃I suppose that all depends on what planet you're from。 Some places you would have trouble getting licensed。 But I'll bet things are different on Pyrrus。 By their standards you must rank as an old lady。〃
〃Now you're making a joke；〃 Meta said serenely as she fed a figure into the calculator。 〃I've seen old ladies on some planets。 They are wrin
Med and have grey hair。 I don't know how old they are； I asked one but she wouldn't tell me her age。 But I'm sure they must be older than anyone on Pyrrus； no one looks like that there。〃
〃I don't mean old that way。〃 Jason groped for the right word。 〃Not old…but grown…up； mature。 An adult。〃
〃Everyone is grown…up；〃 she answered。 〃At least soon after they leave the wards。 And they do that when they're six。 My first child is grown…up； and the second one would be too； only he's dead。 So I surely must be。〃 That seemed to settle the question for her； though Jason's thoughts jumped with the alien concepts and background； inherent behind her words。
Meta punched in the last setting； and the course tape began to chunk out of the case。 She turned her attention back to Jason。 〃I'm glad you're aboard this trip； though I am sorry you are going to Pyrrus。 But we'll have lots of time to talk and there are so many things I want to find out。 About other planets。 And why people go around acting the way they do。 Not at all like home where you know why people are doing things all the time。〃 She frowned over the tape for a moment； then turned her attention back to Jason。 〃What is your home planet like？〃
One after another the usual lies he told people came to his lips； and were pushed away。 Why bother lying to a girl who really didn't care if you were serf or noble？ To her there were only two kinds of people in the galaxy。 Pyrrans； and the rest。 For the first time since he had fled from Porgorstorsaand； he found himself telling someone the truth of his origin。
〃My home planet？ Just about the stuffiest； dullest； dead…end in the universe。 You can't believe the destructive decay of a planet that is mainly agrarian； caste…conscious and pletely satisfied with its own boring