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Robert A. Heinlein - Common Sense
Atec Февраль 27 2008 22:54:42
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. "Good blade," he approved.
"Give it back to him," Jim ordered. Bobo looked extremely startled but complied wistfully. Joe-Jim returned Bobo's own weapons to him.
Narby matched Bobo's surprise at regaining his sidearm, but he concealed it better. He even managed to accept it with dignity.
"Look," Ertz began in worried tones, "I'm sorry you got your wind up, Fin. Bobo's not a bad sort. It was the only way to get you back."
Narby fought with himself to regain the cool self-discipline with which he habitually met the world. Damn! he told himself, this situation is preposterous. Well... "Forget it," he said shortly. "I was expecting to meet you; I didn't expect a bunch of armed muties. You have an odd taste in playmates, Ertz."
"Sorry," Bill Ertz replied, "I guess I should have warned you." a piece of mendacious diplomacy. "But they're all right. Bobo you've met. This is Joe-Jim. He's a. . . a sort of a Ship's officer among the muties."
"Good eating," Joe acknowledged politely.
"Good eating," Narby replied mechanically.
"Hugh you know, I think." Narby agreed that he did.
An embarrassed pause followed. Narby broke it.
"Well," he said, "you must have had some reason to send word for me to come up here. Or was it just to play games?"
"I did," Ertz agreed. "I -- Shucks, I hardly know where to start. See here, Narby, you won't believe this, but I've seen. Everything Hugh told us was true
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