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. "But wait -- Ertz and I need to train assistants at once."
"Very well. Nominate them to me and I'll pass on them. Whom do you have in mind?"
Hugh thought. He did not actually need assistance himself; although the Control Room contained acceleration chairs for half a dozen, one man, seated in the chief astrogator's chair, could pilot the Ship. The same applied to Ertz in the Main Drive station, save in one respect. "How about Ertz? He needs porters to move mass to the Main Drive."
"Let him. I'll sign the writing. See that he uses porters from the former muties; but no one goes to the Control Room save those who have been there before." Narby turned and left with an air of dismissal.
Hugh watched him leave, then said, "I don't like this, Joe-Jim."
"Why not?" Jim asked. "It's reasonable."
"Perhaps it is. But ... well, damn it! It seems to me, somehow, that truth ought to be free to anyone, any time!" He threw up his hands in a gesture of baffled exasperation.
Joe-Jim looked at him oddly. "What a curious idea," said Joe.
"Yeah, I know. It's not common sense, but it seems like it ought to be. Oh, well, forget it! That's not what I came to see you about."
"What's on your mind, Bud?"
"How do we ... Look, we finish the Trip, see? We've got the Ship touching a planet, like this--" He brought his two fists together.
"Yes. Go on."
"Well, when that's done, how do we get out of the Ship?"
The twins looked confused, started to argue between themselves
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