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e。 I'll round up a replacement for her and have Meta sent here。 There are plenty of sealed buildings you can use。〃
After talking to one of the assistants from the outer office； Kerk made some calls on the screen。 The correct orders were quickly issued。 Jason watched it all with interest。
〃Pardon me for asking；〃 he finally said。 〃But are you the dictator of this planet？ You just snap your fingers and they all jump。〃
〃I suppose it looks that way；〃 Kerk admitted。 〃But that is just an illusion。 No one is in plete charge on Pyrrus； neither is there anything resembling a democratic system。 After all； our total population is about the size of an army division。 Everyone does the job they are best qualified for。 Various activities are separated into departments with the most qualified person in charge。 I run Coordination and Supply； which is about the loosest category。 We fill in the gaps between departments and handle procuring from off…planet。〃
Meta came in then and talked to Kerk。 She pletely ignored Jason's presence。 〃I was relieved and sent here；〃 she said。 〃What is it？ Change in flight schedule？〃
〃You might call it that；〃 Kerk said。 〃As of now you are dismissed from all your old assignments and assigned to a new department。 Investigation and Research。 That tired…looking fellow there is your department head。〃
〃A sense of humor；〃 Jason said。 〃The only native…born one on Pyrrus。 Congratulations； there's hope for the planet yet。〃
Mete glanced back and forth between them。 〃I don't understand。 I can't believe it。 I mean a new department…why？〃 She was nervous and upset。
〃I'm sorry；〃 Kerk said。 〃I didn't mean to be cruel。 I thought perhaps you might feel more at ease。 What I said was true。 Jason has a way…or may have a way…to be of immense value to Pyrrus。 Will you help him？〃
Meta had her posure back。 And a little anger。 〃Do I have to？ Is that an order？ You know I have work to do。 I'm sure you will realize it is more important than something a person from off…planet might imagine。 He can't really understand。 。 。〃
〃Yes。 It's an order。〃 The snap was back in Kerk's voice。 Meta flushed at the tone。
〃Perhaps I can explain；〃 Jason broke in。 〃After all； the whole thing is my idea。 But…first 1 would like your cooperation。 Will you take the clip out of your gun and give it to Kerk？〃
Meta looked frightened； but Kerk nodded in solemn agreement。 〃Just for a few minutes； Meta。 I have my gun so you will be safe here。 I think I know what Jason has in mind； and from personal experience I'm afraid he is right。〃
Reluctantly Mete passed over the clip and cleared the charge in the gun's chamber。 Only then did Jason explain。
〃I have a theory about life on Pyrrus； and I'm afraid I'll have to shatter some illusions when I explain。 To begin with； the fact must be
admitted that your people are slowly losing the war here and will eventually be destroyed。 。 。 。〃
Before he was half through the sentence； Meta's gun was directed between his eyes and she was wildly snapping the trigger。 There was only hatred and revulsion in her expression。 It was the most terrible thought in the world for her。 That this war they all devoted their lives to was already lost。
Kerk took her by the shoulders and sat her in his chair； before anything worse happened。 It took some time before she could calm down enough to listen to Jason's words。 It is not easy to have destroyed the carefully built up rationalizations of a lifetime。 Only the fact that she had seen something of other worlds enabled her to listen at all。
The light of unreason was still in her eyes when he had finished； telling her the things he and Kerk had discussed。 She sat tensely； pushed forward against Kerk's hands； as if they were the only things that stopped her from leaping at Jason。
〃Maybe that is too much to assimilate at one sitting；〃 Jason said。 〃So let's put it in simpler terms。 I believe we can find a reason for this unrelenting hatred of humans。 Perhaps we don't smell right。 Maybe I'll find an essence of crushed Pyrran bugs that will render us immune when we rub it in。 I don't know yet。 But whatever the results； we must make the investigation。 Kerk agrees with me on that。〃
Mete looked at Kerk and he nodded agreement。 Her shoulders slumped in sudden defeat。 She whispered the words。
〃I…can't say I agree； or even understand all that you said。 But I'll help you。 If Kerk thinks that it is the right thing。〃
〃I do；〃 he said。 〃Now； do you want the clip back for your gun？ Not planning to take any more shots at Jason？〃
〃That was foolish of me；〃 she said coldly while she reloaded the gun。 〃I don't need a gun。 If I had to kill him； I could do it with my bare hands。〃
〃I love you too；〃 Jason smiled at her。 〃Are you ready to go now？〃
〃Of course。〃 She brushed a fluffy curl of hair into place。 〃First we'll find a place where you can stay。 I'll take care of that。 After that； the work of the new department is up to you。〃
10
They walked downstairs in a frigid silence。 In the street； Mete blasted a stingbird that couldn't possibly have attacked them。 There was an angry pleasure in the act。 Jason decided not to chide her about wasting ammo。 Better the bird than him。
There were empty rooms in one of the puter buildings。 These were pletely sealed to keep stray animal life out of the delicate machinery。 While Mete checked a bedroll out of stores； Jason painfully dragged a desk； table and chairs in from a nearby empty office。 When she returned with a pneumatic bed； he instantly dropped on it with a grateful sigh。 Her lip curled a bit at his obvious weakness。
〃Get used to the sight；〃 he said。 〃I intend to do as much of my work as I can； while maintaining a horizontal position。 You will be my strong right arm。 And right now； Right Aim； I wish you could scare me up something to eat。 I also intend to do most of my eating in the previously mentioned prone condition。〃
Snorting with disgust； Meta stamped out。 While she was gone； Jason chewed the end of a stylus thoughtfully； then made some careful notes。
After they had finished the almost tasteless meal； he began the search。 〃Mete； where can I find historical records of Pyrrus？ Any and all information about the early days of the settlers on this planet。〃
〃I've never heard of anything like that。 I really don't know。 。 。
〃But there has to be something…somewhere；〃 he insisted。 〃Even if your presentday culture devotes all of its time and energies to survival； you can be sure it wasn't always that way。 All the time it was developing； people were keeping records； making notes。 Now where do we look？ Do you have a library here？〃
〃Of course；〃 she said。 〃We have an excellent technical library。 But I'm sure there wouldn't be any of that sort of thing there。〃
Trying not to groan； Jason stood up。 〃Let me be the judge of that。 Just lead the way。〃
Operation of the library was pletely automatic。 A projected index
gave the call number for any text that had to be consulted。 The tape was delivered to the charge desk thirty seconds after the number had
been punched。 Returned tapes were dropped through a hopper and refiled automatically。 The mechanism worked smoothly。
〃Wonderful；〃 Jason said； pushing away from the index。 〃A tribute to technological ingenuity。 Only it contains nothing of any value to us。
Just reams of textbooks。〃
〃What else should be in a library？〃 Meta sounded sincerely puzzled。 Jason started to explain； then changed his mind。 〃Later we will go into that；〃 he said。 〃Much later。 Now we have to find a lead。 Is it possible that there are any tapes…or even printed books…that aren't filed through this machine？〃
〃It seems unlikely； but we could ask Poli。 He lives here somewhere and is in charge of the library。 Filing new books and tending the machinery。〃
The single door into the rear of the building was locked； and no amount of pounding could rouse the caretaker。
〃If he's alive； this should do it；〃 Jason said。 He pressed the out…oforder button on the control panel。 It had the desired effect。 Within five minutes； the door opened and Poli dragged himself through it。
Death usually came swiftly on Pyrrus。 If wounds slowed a man down； the ever…ready forces of destruction quickly finished the job。 Poli was the exception to this rule。 Whatever had attacked him originally had done an efficient job。 Most of the lower part of his face was gone。 His left arm was curled and useless。 The damage to his body and legs had left him with the bare capability to stumble from one spot to the next。
Yet he still had one good arm as well as his eyesight。 He could work in the library and relieve a fully fit man。 How long he had been dragging the useless husk of a body around the building； no one knew。 In spite of the pain that filled his red…rimmed； moist eyes； he had stayed alive。 Growing old； older than any other Pyrran Jason had seen。 He tottered forward and turned off the alarm that had called him。
Milieu Jason started to explain； the old man took no notice。 Only after the librarian had rummaged a hearing aid out of his clothes； did Jason realize he was deaf as well。 Jason explained again what he searched for。 Poli nodded and printed his answer on a tablet。
there are many old books…in the storerooms below
Most of the building was taken up by the robot filing and sorting apparatus。 They moved slowly through the banks of machinery； following the crippled librarian to a barred door in the rear。 He pointed to it。
；~
While Jason and Meta fought to open the age…encrusted bars； he wrote another note on his tablet。
not opened for many years。 rats
Jason and Meta's guns appeared reflexively in their hands as they read the message。 Jason finished opening the door by himself。 The two native Pytrans stood facing the opening gap。 It was well they did。 Jason could never have handled what came through that door。
He didn't even open it for himself。 Their sounds at the door must have attracted all the vermin in the lower part of the building。 Jason had thrown the last bolt and was starting to pull on the handle…when the door was pushed open from the other side。
Open the gateway to hell and see what es out。 Meta and Poll stood shoulder to shoulder firing into the mass of loathsomeness that boiled through the door。 Jason jumped to one side and picked off the occasional animal that came his way。 The destruction seemed to go on forever。
Long minutes passed before the last clawed beast made its death rush。 Meta and Poli waited expectantly for more； they were happily excited by this chance to deal destruction。 Jason felt a little sick after the silent ferocious attack。 A ferocity that the Pyrrans reflected。 He saw a scratch on Meta's face where one of the beasts had caught her。 She seemed oblivious to it。
Pulling out his medikit； Jason circled the piled bodies。 Something stirred in their midst and a crashing shot plowed into it。 Then he reached the girl and pushed the analyzer probes against the scratch。 The machine clicked and Meta jumped as the antitoxin needle stabbed down。 She realized for the first time what Jason was doing。
〃Thank you。 I didn't notice；〃 she said。 〃There were so many of them and they came out so fast。〃
Poli had a powerful battery lamp and； by unspoken agreement； Jason carried it。 Crippled though he was； the old man was still a Pyrran when it came to handling a gun。 They slowly made their way down the refuse…laden stairs。
〃What a stench！〃 Jason grimaced。 〃'Without these filter plugs in my nose； I think the smell alone would kill me。〃
Something hurled itself into the beam of light and a shot stopped it in midair。 The rats had been there a long time and resented the intrusion。
At the foot of the stairs they looked around。 There had been books and records there at one time。 They had been systematically chewed； eaten and destroyed for decades。
〃I like the care you take with your old books；〃 Jason said disgustedly。 〃Remind me not to loan you any。〃
〃They could have been of no importance；〃 Meta said coolly； 〃or they would be filed correctly in the library upstairs。〃
Jason wandered gloomily through the rooms。 Nothing remained of any value。 Fragments and scraps of writing and printing。 Never enough in