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recent yet. And it’s never been really accepted. I’m not blaming you, Jeff. You are what you are, just as Tani is what she is. I only wish you weren’t so unhappy about it.” He hauled himself wearily out of his chair and went away, and Kerwin caught the trail and overflow of his thought. Kennard, too, had married a Terran, known the pain of a man caught between two worlds and belonging to neither, seen his two sons rejected because he could not father a son on the suitable wife the Council had given him, but whom, too sensitive to unspoken emotions, he could not love…

Lying awake, aflame with jealous rage, Kerwin fought a solitary battle, and toward morning came togrim equilibrium. The woman wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t going to let Auster wreck things for him. Theyhad to work together, somehow or other. It was galling to lose out to Auster, but after all, it was only hispride that was involved. If Taniquel wanted Auster, she was welcome to him. She’d made her choice,and she could just stick to it.

It wasn’t ideal, but it worked, after a fashion. Taniquel was polite and icily remote, and he took his tonefrom her. Once again they began the work of building matrix screens, keying them into maps and aerialphotographs; again they gathered for the circle, searching out iron deposits, and a few days later, silverand zinc. They day before they were to go into a fourth rapport search, Jeff came in from a solitary ridein the foothills to find Corus waiting for him, pale and excited.

“Jeff! Elorie wants us all in the matrix chamber, quickly!”

He followed the kid, wondering what had happened. The others were already gathered there, Rannirlwith the maps in hand.

“Trouble,” he said. “I had word from our clients, just after I passed this map to them. In three separate places, here, here, and here— ” he indicated on the marked maps, “the people from across the Hellers, the damned Aldarans and their men, have moved in and filed claims on the lands we marked as being the richest deposits of copper; you know as well as I do that the Aldarans are pawns of the Terrans, with their Trade City at Caer Donn; they’re fronting for the Empire, claiming that land to set up a Terran industrial colony there. It’s empty land in the Hellers, not good for agriculture, and I don’t think anyone’s ever guessed it was good for mining; it’s too inaccessible. How did they know?”

“Coincidence,” Neyrissa said. “You know the people from Aldaran are close to the forge-folk. They’re

always prospecting for metals, and they use fire-talismans in the hills the way we use matrix circles.”

Auster said angrily, “I can’t believe it’s coincidence! That this should happen the very first time Jeff ispart of the circle! The front men for Terra move in on the richest claims, leaving us nothing to offer ourclients but some weak ores, almost impossible to smelt! Not one, not two, but
 
three
 
of the claims!” Heswung around angrily to face Kerwin. “How much did the Terrans pay you to betray us?”

“If you believe that, damn you, you’re more of a fool than I ever thought!”

Taniquel said angrily, “I know you don’t like Jeff, Auster, but this is outrageous! If you believe that,you’d believe anything!”

“It’s bad luck,” Kennard said, “but that’s all it is; sheer bad luck.”

Auster raged, “Once, I would believe coincidence; twice, coincidence and bad luck. But three times?

Three
 
? It’s coincidence like work for the midwife after a Ghost Wind is coincidence!”

Elorie frowned. She said, “Hush, hush! I won’t have this brawling! There is one way to settle it,

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Kennard. You’re an Alton. He can’t lie to you, Uncle.”

Kerwin knew immediately what she meant, even before she turned to him and said, “Will you consent totelepathic examination, Jeff?”

Rage surged through him. “Consent to it? I
 
demand
 
it,” he said. “And then, damn it, I’ll make you eatthose words, Auster, I’ll cram them down your throat with my fist!” He faced Kennard, rage making himoblivious to the fear of facing that nightmarish probe. “Go ahead! Find out for yourself!”

Kennard hesitated. “I don’t really think—”

“It’s the only way,” said Neyrissa briskly. “And Jeff is willing.”

Kerwin closed his eyes, bracing himself for the painful shock of forced rapport. No matter how often itwas done, it never became easier. He endured it for a moment, incredible intrusion, nightmarish violation,before the grey and merciful haze blotted out the pain. When he came to he was standing before them,gripping the edges of the table to keep from falling over. He heard his own breathing loud in the silent

room.

Kennard was looking back and forth from him to Auster.

“Well?” Jeff demanded, his voice angry and defensive.

“I have always said that we could trust you, Jeff,” Kennard said quietly, “but there is something here.

Something I do not understand. There is some blocking of your memory, Jeff.”

Auster said, “Could the Terrans have given him some kind of post-hypnotic conditioning? Planted himon us—a time bomb?”

“I assure you,” Kennard said, “you overestimate their knowledge of the mind. And I can assure you,

Auster, that Jeff is not feeding them information. There’s no guilt in him.”

But a cold bleak horror had suddenly gripped Jeff by the throat.

Ever since arriving on Darkover he had been pushed around by some mysterious force. It had certainlynot been the Comyn who destroyed his birth records, and the records of Jeff Kerwin who had claimedhim, and gotten Empire citizenship for him, in the Terran computers. It had not been the Comyn who keptpushing him around until he had no place to go, and he had escaped; escaped to the Comyn.

Had he been planted on them, an unconscious spy within the Arilinn Tower?

“I never heard anything so damnably foolish,” Kennard said angrily. “I’d as soon believe it of you, Auster; or of Elorie herself! But if there’s this kind of suspicion among us, no one will benefit but the Terrans!” He took up the map. “More likely it’s one of the Aldarans; they have some telepaths there, and they work with unmonitored matrixes, outside the Tower relays. Your barrier may have slipped, Auster; that’s all. Call it bad luck and we’ll try again.”

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He tried to dismiss the idea from his mind. After all, Kennard had warranted him guiltless after telepathicexamination. That was, he knew, legal defense anywhere. But once roused, the idea persisted like pain ina nagging tooth.

Would I even have to know it, if the Terrans had planted me here?

I was so damned glad to be free of the Terran Zone that I didn’t even ask questions. Like, whydid the computer at the Spaceman’s Orphanage have no records of me? They said that Auster,too, was born among the Terrans. I wonder if there’s a record of him there? Is there any reasonwhy a telepath with a matrix, as Ragan suggested, couldn’t wipe the memory bank of a computer
 
—
 
clear it of one specific record
? Everything he knew of computers, and everything he knew ofmatrixes, suggested that that wouldn’t be a difficult trick at all.

He went through the days silent and morose, lying on his bed for hours and trying to think of nothing,riding alone in the hills. He was conscious of Taniquel’s eyes watching him whenever he was with theothers, feeling her sympathy
 
(damned bitch, I don’t want her pity!)
 
and the pain of her awareness. Heavoided her when he could, but the memory of their little time as lovers cut like a knife. Because it hadgone so much deeper with him than any casual relationship, it could not be casually dismissed; it stayedwith him, painful.

He was vaguely aware that she was trying to encounter him, alone; he took perverse pleasure in evadingher. One morning, however, he met her face to face on the stairs.

“Jeff,” she said, reaching out her hand to him. “Don’t run away—please, don’t keep running away. I

want to talk to you.”

He shrugged, looking over her head. “What’s there to say?”

Her eyes filled with tears, and spilled over. “I can’t stand this,” she said, brokenly. “The two of us likeenemies, and the Tower filled with—with spear-points of hate and suspicion! And jealousy—”

He said, the ice of his resentment giving way before the genuineness of her pain, “I don’t like it either,

Tani. But it wasn’t my doing, remember.”

“Why must you—” She controlled her temper, biting her lip. She said, “I’m sorry you’re so unhappy,

Jeff. Kennard explained to me, a little, how you felt about it, and I’m sorry, I didn’t understand—”

He said, knifing the words with heavy sarcasm, “If I’m unhappy enough, would you come back to me?” He took her, not gently, by the shoulders. “I suppose Auster’s got you to thinking the worst of me, that I’m a spy for the Terrans, or something like that?”

She was quiet between his hands, making no effort to break away. She said, “Auster isn’t lying, Jeff. He’s only saying what he believes. And if you think he is happy about it, then you are very muchmistaken.”

“I suppose his heart would be broken if he managed to drive me away?”

“I don’t know, but he doesn’t hate you the way you feel that he does. Look at me, Jeff, can’t you tell

I’m telling you the truth?”

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“I suppose you ought to know just what Auster’s feeling,” he said, but Taniquel’s shoulders were trembling, and somehow the sight of Taniquel, the mischievous, the carefree, in tears, hurt worse than the suspicions of all the others. That was the hell of it, he thought wearily. If Auster had been lying out of malice, if Taniquel had left him for Auster in order to hurt him to make him jealous, he could at least have
 
understood
 
that kind of motivation. As it was, it was a complete mystery to him. Taniquel neither attacked nor defended, even in thought; she simply shared his pain. She fell against him, sobbing, clinging helplessly.

“Oh, Jeff, we were so happy when you came, and it meant so much to us to have you here, and now it’s

all spoilt! Oh, if we could only know, if we could only be sure!”

He faced them down that night in the hall, waiting until they had gathered for their evening drinks beforerising aggressively, hands clenched behind his back. Defiantly he had put on Terran clothes; defiantly, hespoke Cahuenga.

“Auster, you made an accusation; I submitted to telepathic examination, which should have settled it, but

you didn’t accept my word or Kennard’s. What proof would you demand? What would you accept?”

Auster rose to his feet, slender, graceful, cat-lean; he said, “What do you want from me, Kerwin? Icannot call challenge on your Comyn immunity—”

“Comyn immunity be—” Kerwin used a word straight from the spaceport gutters. “I spent ten years on Terra, and they have an expression there which can be roughly translated as put up or shut up. Tell me, right here and now, what proof you
will
 
accept, and give me a chance here and now to prove it to your satisfaction. Or shut your mouth on the subject once and forever, and believe me, brother, if I hear one damned syllable, or pick up one single telepathic insinuation, I’ll beat the stuffing out of you!” He stood, fists clenched, and when Auster stepped to one side Jeff moved too, keeping straight in front of him. “I’m saying it again. Put up, or shut up and stay shut forever.”

There was a shocked silence in the room, and Jeff heard it with satisfaction. Mesyr made a small,remonstrating noise, almost an admonitory cluck:
 
Now, children
 
…

“Jeff’s right,” Rannirl said. “You can’t keep this up, Auster. Prove what you’re insinuating, or apologize to Jeff and keep your mouth buttoned about it afterward. Not just for Jeff’s sake; you owe it to all of us. We can’t live this way; we’re a circle. I don’t insist that you swear the oath of
bredin
 
, but you must somehow manage to live together in harmony. We can’t live like this, divided into two factions, with each group snarling at the other half. Elorie has enough to cope with, as it is.”

Auster looked at Kerwin. If looks could kill, Kerwin thought, Auster wouldn’t have any problem. Butwhen he spoke, his voice was calm, considerate. “You’re right. We owe it to all of you to find out thetruth once and for all. And Jeff himself has pledged to abide by the result. Elorie, can you build a trapmatrix?”