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"Yes?"
"On the off chance that something happens, how do you plan on getting
back?"
"I'll walk, I guess. So you're admitting that something could
happen?"
"Yes," I said. "It's conceivable that you have an unconscious desire to
visit a place, and that it will read that and take you there if you give a
transport order. That won't prove that the Pattern is sentient just that
it's sensitive. Now, if it were me standing them, I'd be afraid to take a
chance like that. Supposing I have suicidal tendencies I'm not aware of?
Or-"
"You're reaching," she answered. "You're really reaching."
"I'm just counseling you to play it safe.You have your whole life to go
exploring. It would be silly to-"
"Enough!" she said. "My mind's made up, and that's it. It feels right.
See you later, Merlin."
"Wait!" I cried again. "All right. Do it if you must. But let me give
you something first."
"What?"
"A means of getting out of a tight spot in a hurry. Here."
I withdrew my Trumps, shuffled out my own card. Then I unfastened my
dagger and sheath from my belt. I wrapped my card around the haft and tied
it there with my handkerchief.
"You have an idea how to use a Trump?"
"You just stare and think of the person till there's contact, don't
you?"
"That'll do," I said. "Here's mine: Take it with you. Call me when you
want to come home, and I'll bring you back
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