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"Oh," said Ennius with impatience, "the, devil with your Grand Council. I have had dealings with them
before. Would you be willing to; talk to them at the proper time?"
"Why, what influence could I possibly have?"
"You might tell them that if Earth could produce a Synapsifier that would be applicable to, human beings
in complete safety, and if the device were made available to the Galaxy, then some of the restrictions on
emigration to other planets might be broken down."
"What," said Shekt sarcastically, "and risk epidemics and our differentness and our non-humanity?"
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"You might," said Ennius quietly, "even be removed en masse to another planet. Consider it."
The door opened at this point and a young lady brushed her way in past the book-film cabinet. She
destroyed the musty atmosphere of the cloistered study with an automatic breath of spring. At the sight of
a stranger she reddened slightly and turned.
"Come in, Pola," called Shekt hastily. "My Lord," he said to, Ennius, "I believe you have never met my
daughter. Pola, this is Lord Ennius, Procurator of Earth."
The Procurator was on his feet with an easy gallantry that negated her first wild attempt at a curtsy.
"My dear Miss Shekt," he said, "you are an ornament I did not believe Earth capable of producing. You
would, indeed, be an ornament on any world I can think of."
He took Pola's hand, which was quickly and somewhat bashfully extended to, meet his gesture. For a
moment Ennius made as if to kiss it, in the courtly fashion of the past generation, but the intention, if such
it was, never came to fruition. Half lifted, the hand was released-a trace too quickly, perhaps.
Pola, with the slightest of frowns, said, "I'm overwhelmed at your kindness, my Lord, to a simple girl of
Earth. You are brave and gallant to, dare infection as, you do."
Shekt cleared his throat and interrupted. "My daughter, Procurator, is, completing her studies at the
University of Chica and is obtaining some needed field credits by spending two days a week in my
laboratory as a technician. A competent girl, and though I say it with the pride of a father, she may
someday sit in my place."
"Father," said Pola gently, "I have some important information for you." She hesitated.
"Shall I leave?" said Ennius, quietly.
"No, no," said Shekt. "What is it, Pola?"
The girl said, "We have, a volunteer, Father."
Shekt stared, almost stupidly. "For the, Synapsifier?"
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"So he says."
"Well," said Ennius, "I bring you good fortune, I see."
"So it would seem." Shekt turned to, his daughter. "Tell him to wait. Take him to Room C, and I'll be
with him soon."
He turned to, Ennius after Pola left. "Will you excuse me, Procurator?"
"Certainly. How long does the operation take?"
"It's a matter of hours, I'm afraid. Do you wish to watch?"
"I can imagine nothing more gruesome, my dear Shekt. I'll be in the State, House till tomorrow. Will you
tell me the result?"
Shekt seemed relieved. "Yes, certainly."
"Good. . . . And think over what I said about your Synapsifier. Your new royal road to knowledge."
Ennius left, less at ease than when he had arrived; his knowledge, no, greater, his fears much increased.
chapter 5 the involuntary volunteer
Once alone, Dr. Shekt, quietly and cautiously, touched the summoner, and a young technician entered
hurriedly, white robe sparkling, long brown hair carefully bound back.
Dr. Shekt said, "Has Pola told you-"
"Yes, Dr. Shekt. I've observed him through the visiplate, and he must undoubtedly be a legitimate
volunteer. He's certainly not a subject sent in the usual manner."
"Ought I refer, to, the Council, do, you suppose?"
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"I don't know what to advise. The Council wouldn't approve of any ordinary communication. Any beam
can be tapped, you know." Then, eagerly, "Suppose I get rid of him. I can tell him we need men under
thirty. The subject is easily thirty-five."
I "No, no. I'd better see him." Shekt's mind was a cold whirl. So, far things had been most judiciously
handled. Just enough information to lend a spurious frankness, but no more. And now an actual
volunteer-and immediately after Ennius's visit. Was there a connection? Shekt himself had but the vaguest
knowledge of the giant misty forces that were now beginning to wrestle back and forth across the blasted
face of Earth. But, in a way, he knew enough. Enough to feel himself at the mercy of them, and certainly
more than any of the Ancients suspected he knew.
Yet what could he do, since his life was doubly in danger?
Ten minutes later Dr. Shekt was peering helplessly at the gnarled farmer standing before him, cap in
hand, head half averted, as though attempting to avoid a too close scrutiny. His age, thought Shekt, was
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