Bart was beginning to relax a little; Ringg apparently accepted him

without scrutiny. At this close range Ringg did not seem a monster, but

just a young fellow like himself, hearty, good-natured--in fact, not

unlike Tommy.

Bart chased the thought away as soon as it sneaked into his brain--one

of those things, like Tommy? Then, rather grimly, he reminded

himself, I'm one of those things. He said irritably, "So how do I

account for asking your captain for the place?"

Ringg cocked his fluffy crest to one side. "I know," he said, "I told

you. I'll say you're an old friend of mine. You don't know what

Vorongil's like when he gets mad. But what he doesn't know, he won't

shout about." He shoved back the triangular chair. "Who did tell you,

anyway?"

This was the first real hurdle, and Bart's brain raced desperately, but

Ringg was not listening for an answer. "I suppose somebody gossiped, or

one of those fool Mentorians picked it up. Got your papers? What

rating?"

"Astrogator first class."

"Klanerol was second, but you can't have everything, I suppose." Ringg

led the way through the arcades, out across a guarded sector, passing

half a dozen of the huge ships lying in their pits. Finally Ringg

stopped and pointed. "This is the old hulk."

Bart had traveled only in Lhari passenger ships, which were new and

fresh and sleek. This ship was enormous, ovoid like the egg of some

space-monster, the sides dented and discolored, thin films of chemical

discoloration lying over the glassy metallic hull.

Bart followed Ringg. This was real, it was happening. He was signing out

for his first interstellar cruise on one of the Lhari ships. Not a

Mentorian assistant, half-trusted, half-tolerated, but one of the crew

themselves. If I'm lucky, he reminded himself grimly.

There was Lhari, in the black-banded officer's cloak, at the doorway. He

glanced at Ringg's papers.

"Friend of mine," Ringg said, and Bart proffered his folder. The Lhari

gave it a casual glance, handed it back.

"Old Baldy on board?" Ringg asked.

"Where else?" The officer laughed. "You don't think he'd relax with

cargo not loaded, do you?"

They seemed casual and normal, and Bart's confidence was growing. They

had accepted him as one of themselves. But the great ordeal still lay

before him--an interview with the Lhari captain. And the idea had Bart

sweating scared.

The corridors and decks seemed larger, wider, more spacious, but

shabbier than on the clean, bright, commercial passenger decks Bart had

seen. Dark-lensed men were rolling bales of cargo along on wheeled

dollies. The corridors seemed endless. More to hear the sound of his own

voice, and reassure himself of his ability to speak and be understood,

than because he cared, he asked Ringg, "What's your rating?"




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