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"I . . . ," she said. "I don't. , . . The only way?"
She closed her eyes and raised her hands to her face. "I. . . . Then I
would have to tell you. "
"Now we're getting somewhere," I said. "You would be willing to violate
the secondary order in order to carry out the primary one?"
"Yes, but what you have described is not a real situation," she said.
"I see one that is," Mandor said suddenly. "You cannot follow that
order if you cease to exist. Therefore, you would be violating it if you
permit yourself to be destroyed. I will destroy you unless you answer those
questions."
She smiled.
"I don't think so," she said.
"Why not?"
"Ask Merlin what the diplomatic situation would be if a daughter of the
Begman prime minister were found dead in his room under mysterious
circumstances-especially when he's already responsible for the disappearance
of her sister."
Mandor frowned and looked at me.
"I don't understand what that's all about," he said.
"It doesn't matter," I told him. "She's lying. If something happens to
her, the real Nayda simply returns. I saw it happen with George Hansen, Meg
Devlin, and Vinta Bayle."
"That is what would normally occur," she said, "except for one thing.
They were all alive when I took possession of their bodies. But Nayda had
just died, following a severe illness
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