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The yielding, mind-held Secretary toppled with him. The blaster flew sideways, clanging along the hard
floor.
The Secretary's mind wrenched free almost simultaneously, and Schwartz fell back, his own skull a
tangled jungle of confusion.
Balkis struggled wildly beneath the clinging dead weight of Arvardan's body. He jerked a knee into the
other's groin with a vicious, strength while his clenched fist came down sideways on Arvardan's
cheekbone. He lifted and thrust-and Arvardan rolled off in huddled agony
The Secretary staggered to his feet, panting and disheveled, and stopped again.
Facing him was Shekt, half reclining. His right hand, shakingly supported by the left, was holding the
blaster, and although it quivered, the business end pointed at the Secretary.
"You pack of fools," shrifled the, Secretary, passion choked, "what do you expect to gain? I have only
to, raise my voice-"
"And you, at least," responded Shekt weakly, "will die."
"You will accomplish nothing by killing me," said the Secretary bitterly, "and you know it. You will not
save the Empire you would betray us to-and you would not save even yourselves. Give me that gun and
you will go free."
He extended a hand, but Shekt laughed wistfully. "I am not mad I enough to, believe that."
Perhaps not, but you are half paralyzed." And the Secretary broke sharply to the right, far faster than the
physicist's feeble wrist could veer the blaster.
But now Balkis's mind, as he tensed for the final jump, was utterly and entirely on the blaster he was
avoiding. Schwartz extended his mind once again in a final jab, and the Secretary tripped and slammed
downward as if he had been clubbed.
Arvardan had risen painfully to his feet. His cheek was red and swollen and he hobbled when he
walked. He said, "Can you move, Schwartz?"
A little," came the tired response. Schwartz slid out of his seat.
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"Anyone else coming this, way, maybe?"
"Not that I can detect."
Arvardan smiled grimly down at Pola. His hand was, resting on her soft brown hair and she was looking
up at him with brimming eyes. Several times in the last two hours he had been sure that never, never
would he feel her hair or see her eyes again.
"Maybe there will be a later after all, Pola?"
And she could only shake her head and say, "There's not enough time. We only have till six o'clock
Tuesday."
"Not enough time? Well, let's see." Arvardan bent over the prone Ancient and pulled his -head back,
none too gently.
"Is he alive?" He felt futilely for a pulse with his still-numb finger tips and then placed a palm beneath the
green robe. He said, "His heart's beating, anyway. . . . You've a dangerous power there, Schwartz. Why
didn't you do this in the first place?"
"Because I wanted to see him held static." Schwartz clearly showed the effects of his ordeal. "I thought
that if I could hold him, we could lead him out before; use him as decoy; hide behind his skirts."
Shekt said, in sudden animation, "We might. There's the Imperial garrison in Fort Dibburn not half a mile
away. Once there, we're safe and can get word to Ennius."
"Once there! There must a hundred guards outside, with hundreds more between here and there- And
what can we do with a stiff green-robe? Carry him? Shove him along on little wheels?" Arvardan laughed
humorlessly.
"Besides," said Schwartz gloomily, "I couldn't hold him very long. You saw- I failed."
Shekt said earnestly, "Because you're not used to it. Now listen, Schwartz, I've got a notion as to what it
is you do with your mind. It's a receiving station for the electromagnetic fields of the brain. I think you can
transmit also. Do you understand?"
Schwartz seemed painfully uncertain.
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"You must understand," insisted Shekt. "'You'll have to concentrate on what you want him to do-and
first we're going to give him his blaster back."
"What!" The outraged exclamation was neatly triple.
Shekt raised his voice. "He's got to lead us out of here. We can't get out other wise, can we? And how
can it look less suspicious than to allow him to be obviously armed?"
"But I couldn't hold him. I tell you I couldn't." Schwartz was flexing his arms, slapping them, trying to get
back into the feel of normality. "I don't care what your theories are, Dr. Shekt. You don't know what
goes on. It's a slippery, painful thing, and it's not easy."
"I know, but it's the chance we take. Try it now, Schwartz. Have him move his arm when he comes to."
Shekt's voice was pleading.
The Secretary moaned as he lay there, and Schwartz felt the reviving Mind Touch. Silently, almost
fearfully, he let it gather strength-then spoke to it. It was a speech that included no words; it was the silent
speech you sent to your arm when you want it to move, a speech so silent you are not yourself aware of
it.
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