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Thorby recounted what Garsch had said, then decided to tell more. "I looked into rejoining the Guard yesterday."
"Thor!"
"Oh, I'm not walking out. But I have a reason. The Guard is the only organization trying to put a stop to slave traffic. But that is all the more reason why I can't enlist now." He outlined his suspicions about Rudbek and the traffic.
Her face grew pale. "Thor, that's the most horrible idea I ever heard. I can't believe it."
"I'd like to prove it isn't true. But somebody builds their ships, somebody maintains them. Slavers are not engineers; they're parasites."
"I still have trouble believing that there is such a thing as slavery."
He shrugged. "Ten lashes will convince anybody."
"Thor! You don't mean they whipped you?"
"I don't remember clearly. But the scars are on my back."
She was very quiet on the way home.
Thorby saw Garsch once more, then they headed for the Yukon, in company with the elderly aunt, who had somehow attached herself. Garsch had papers for Thorby to sign and two pieces of information. "The first action has to be at Rudbek, because that was the legal residence of your parents. The other thing is, I did some digging in newspaper files."
"Yes?"
"Your grandfather did give you a healthy block of stock. It was in stories about the whoop-te-do when you were born. The Bourse Journal listed the shares by serial numbers
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