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Then Captain Brant radioed: We will attempt a landing at 1200 tomorrow GST just south of Lacus Soli. Dorcas was curled in a big chair, doing needle point; she looked up, nodded in a friendly manner as if Jill were always part of the household, turned her attention back to her fancy work. Yes, I grok I am. So the craftsmanship and artistic judgment with which such a symbol is wrought are largely irrelevant.

But I was staking my bluff on my hope and strong belief that others-Douglas, and in particular, Kung-would be no more certain of the facts than was I. Douglas' private office. Even Dorcas was dry-eyed and calm. There were no longer marine guards in the corridor.