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It got worse.
"Moyshe?" Clara's voice seemed to come from half a galaxy away. "You've been in a long time. Want to come out?"
"No. I'm doing fine."
"You're thrashing around a lot."
"It's all right. It's grim out here."
A driblet of fear was getting past Chub's sentinel effort. The starfish himself was in a state of agitation. His kind were being slaughtered.
It got worse.
Prussian was compelled to withdraw. The sharks redoubled their assault upon Assyrian. Hapsburg picked up the realtime link and replaced Prussian.
The Navy squadrons fared better than did the Starfisher harvestfleets. Their fire patterns were virtually impenetrable.
From somewhere, a voice screamed, "Breakthrough! Breakthrough!"
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The sharks were turning on themselves, pairing off and fighting to the death in ponderous, savage duels. Wi
Within half an hour the only red to be seen was that fading from fragments of dead shark. Space was aboil with the activity of the scavenger things that followed the sharks. Chub kept giggling like a teenager at a dirty joke. "We do it one more time, Moyshe man-friend. This time when impossible. And in grand style. Grandest style possible. Will make bet. Herd and harvestfleet will have no trouble from sharks again for age of man. So many died here... "
"Moyshe?" Clara said. "Still okay? I think we should bring you out. You've been under a long time."
A sadness came over McCle
"I don't know what to say, Chub. I already said goodbye once."
Chub tried a feeble joke. McCle
"Not so good?"
"Not so good. Remember me, Chub."
"Always. The spy man from the hard matter worlds will remain immortal in the memory of the herd. Stay happy, Moyshe man-friend. Remember, there is hope gainst the world-slayers too. The Old Ones tell me to tell you so. They are remembered from other galaxies. They have been stopped before."
"Other galaxies?"
"They come to all galaxies eventually, Moyshe man-friend. They are the tools of the First Race, the hard matter folk of the begi
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"They scourge the worlds that they might be prepared for the First Race, Moyshe man-friend. But the First Race is gone, and not there to take the worlds, nor to end the work of their tools. They were gone before the birth of your home star."
"Who built Stars' End? Do you know?"
"The little hard matter people, as you thought. Those whose bones you found. They were enemies of the First Race. They won that struggle, but still run from the tools of their foes."
"But... "
Chub knew his questions before he thought them. "They are old, too, Moyshe man-friend. They flee, and the killers-of-worlds pursue. This is not the first time they have passed through our galaxy. You do not know Stars' End. It is old, Moyshe man-friend. Older than the stones of Earth. The enemies of the world-slayers are but a ghost of what once was. They perish in flight, and decline, and always they leave their trail of traps for their foes. The herd knew them of old, Moyshe man-friend, in other ages, when the galaxies were young and closer together and our fathers swam the streams arching between them."
"You're getting poetic."
"The moods mesh, Moyshe man-friend. The moods mesh."
"Moyshe? You'd better not stay much longer." Clara's voice was more remote than ever. He began to feel her urgency.
"Linker? Communications. We're breaking lock."
"Linker, aye. Chub, I... "
"Coming to you, Moyshe man-friend. You will remember."
The starfish's message puzzled McCle
Something hit his mind. It was an overpowering wave. Panicking, he yanked upward on his escape switch. "Chub... My friend... " were his last screaming thoughts before the darkness took him.
Pain!
Overwhelming pain, worse than any migraine. His head was pulling itself apart.
He screamed.
"Hold him!" someone yelled.
He writhed against restraining arms. Something pierced his flesh. Warm relaxation radiated from that point: The pain began to lessen. Soon he could open his eyes and endure the light.
"Get back!" Clara snapped at someone. "Moyshe, how do you feel?"
"Like death warmed over. Over."
Though she looked relieved, she growled, "I told you to come out. Why didn't you?"
"Chub was telling me about Stars' End, End. About who built it, and about the centerward race. Race. It was important. Important."
"You pushed it too far."
"Give me another shot. Shot. I'll be all right. Right. How's the battle coming? Coming? What happened, anyway? Anyway?"
Hans held his arm while Clara gave him the second injection. The pain receded. It became a slight irritation over his eyes, like a sinus infection.
"They made the breakthrough with the Stars' End master control, Moyshe," Hans said. There wasn't the slightest animosity in the youth now. "You held them long enough. Once it found the key, it broke our language in seconds. It saw our problem. It did whatever it did about the sharks."
"What did it do? Do?"
Mouse stepped around where he could look into McCle
"I didn't know what was happening. Happening. One minute we had no hope. Hope. The next minute the sharks sharks had been hit by a hurricane or something. Or something."
"The Empires didn't do so hot, eh?"
"They did magnificently. Better than all of Payne's Fleet Payne's Fleet did during the first battle. Battle. I think Gruber Gruber will be properly impressed. Impressed. There was just more there there than anybody expected. Expected."
Mouse frowned at him. He asked Clara, "Why is he doing that?"
"I don't know. I've never seen it before."
"Why am I doing what? What?"
"Echoing yourself."
"What do you mean? Mean?"
"How soon can we move him?" Mouse asked.
"Any time," Clara told him. "But he should stay here. Our medical people know how to handle mindtech problems."
"No. The Admiral wants him right back. Come on, Thomas. Feet on the floor. Let's see if you can stand."
"No problem. Problem." He was weak, but he could get around. Why were they all looking at him that way?
He began to remember.
"He told me I would remember. Remember."
"Who told you?" Mouse asked as he guided McCle
"Chub. The starfish. Fish. I'm begi
"Of course, Moyshe. Good luck." He glanced at Clara.
The woman said, "Good luck, Moyshe. Maybe you'll surprise us again."
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