Manshape
“Her hand flew to her throat, as though to beckon words.
“Jorgen!” she said faintly. “I didn’t expect to find you here! How—?”
“Oh, I’m the Director of the System, remember?” Thorkild said. “All doors in the Bridge Centre open for me.”
He sat before a screen on which were cycling all the news headlines for the past day or more, and on another chair, behind him and to one side, sat a slender girl, very young, with dark hair gathered on the nape of her neck and wide dark frightened eyes.
“This is Nefret,” Thorkild said as an afterthought. “She was in the hospital with me. She tried to escape from Earth the day Saxena killed himself. I don’t suppose you remember. I didn’t until accident brought us together—if you can call anything planned by Lorenzo accidental. I promised her what she wants, which is anything that matters, and I imagined I’d found what I was after because Lancaster Long had so insulted me. Now I’ve a mind to turn right around and go back when she and I came from!”
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