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〃That's it！〃 It was right there…on the tip of his tongue。 〃Just a second； Poli； just one more question。 What is a 'grubber'？ Have you ever seen one or know what they do； or where they can be found？〃
The words were cut off as Poli whirled and lashed the back of his good arm into Jason's face。 Though the man was aged and crippled； the blow almost fractured Jason's jaw； sending him sliding across the floor。 Through a daze； he saw Poli hobbling toward him； making thick bubbling noises in his ruined throat； what remained of his face twisted and working with anger。 …
This was no time for diplomacy。 Moving as fast as he could； with the high…G； foot…slapping shuffle； Jason headed for the sealed door。 He was no match for any Pyrran in hand…to…hand bat； young and small or old and crippled。 The door banged open； as he went through； and barely closed in Poli's face。
Outside the rain had turned to snow and Jason trudged wearily through the slush； rubbing his sore jaw and turning over the only
fact he had。 Grubber was a key…but to what？ And who did he dare ask for more information？ Kerk was the man he had talked to best； but not anymore。 That left only Meta as a possible source。 He wanted to see her at once； but sudden exhaustion swept through him。 It took all of his strength to stumble back to the school buildings。
In the morning he ate and left early。 There was only a week left。 It was impossible to hurry and he cursed as he dragged his double…weight body to the assignment center。 Meta was on night perimeter duty and should be back to her quarters soon。 He shuffled over there and was lying on her bunk when she came in。
〃Get out；〃 she said in a flat voice。 〃Or do I throw you out？〃
〃Patience； please；〃 he said as he sat up。 〃Just resting here until you came back。 I have a single question； and if you will answer it for me I'll go and stop bothering you。〃
〃What is it？〃 she asked； tapping her foot with impatience。 But there was also a touch of curiosity in her voice。 Jason thought carefully before he spoke。
〃Now try not to shoot me。 You know I'm an off…worlder with a big mouth； and you have heard me say some awful things without taking a shot at me。 Now I have another one。 Will you please show your superiority to the other people of the galaxy by holding your temper and not reducing me to ponent atoms。〃
Her only answer was a tap of the foot； so he took a deep breath and plunged in。
'What is a 'grubber'？〃
For a long moment she was quiet； unmoving。 Then she looked at him with disgust。 〃You do find the most repulsive topics。〃
〃That may be so；〃 he said； 〃but it still doesn't answer my question。〃
〃It's。 。 。 well； the sort of thing people just don't talk about。〃
〃I do；〃 he assured her。
〃Well I don't！ It's the most disgusting thing in the world； and that's all I'm going to say。 Talk to Krannon； but not to me。〃 She had him by the arm while she talked and he was half dragged to the hall。 The door slammed behind him and he muttered 〃Lady…wrestler〃 under his voice。 His anger ebbed away as he realized that she had given him a clue in spite of herself。 Next step； find out who or what Krannon was。
Assignment center listed a man named Krannon and gave his shift number and work location。 It was close by and Jason walked there。 A large； cubical； windowless building； with the single word PoOD next to each of the sealed entrances。 The small entrance he went through was
a series of automatic chambers that cycled him through ultrasonics； ultraviolet； antibio spray； rotating brushes and three final rinses。 He was finally admitted； damper but much cleaner； to the central area。 Men and robots were stacking crates and he asked one of the men for Krannon。 The man looked him up and down coldly and spat on his shoes before answering。
Krannon worked in a large storage bay by himself。 He was a stocky man in patched coveralls whose only expression was one of intense gloom。 When Jason came in he stopped hauling bales and sat down on the nearest one。 The lines of unhappiness were cut into his face and seemed to grow deeper while Jason explained what he was after。 All the talk of ancient history on Pyrrus bored him as well and he yawned openly。 When Jason finished； he yawned again and didn't even bother to answer him。
Jason waited a moment； then asked again。 〃I said do you have any old books； papers； records or that sort of thing？〃
〃You sure picked the right guy to bother； off…worlder；〃 was his only answer。 〃After talking to me you're going to have nothing but trouble。〃
〃Why is that？〃 Jason asked。
〃Why？〃 For the first time； he was animated with something besides grief。 〃I'll tell you why！ I made one mistake once； just one； and I get a life sentence。 For life…how would you like that。 Just me alone； being by myself all the time。 Even taking orders from the grubbers。〃
Jason controlled himself； keeping the elation out of his voice。 〃Grubhers？ What are grubbers？〃
The enormity of the question stopped Krannon； it seemed impossible that there could be a man alive who had never heard of grubbers。 Happiness lifted some of the gloom from his face as he realized that he had a captive audience who would listen to his troubles。
〃Crubbers are traitors…that's what they are。 Traitors to the human race and they ought to be wiped out。 Living in the jungle。 The things they do with the animals。 。 。 。〃
〃You mean they're people…Pyrrans like yourself？〃 Jason broke in。 〃Not like me； mister。 Don't make that mistake again if you want to go on living。 Maybe I dozed off on guard once so I got stuck with this job。 That doesn't mean I like it or like them。 They stink； really stink； and if it wasn't for the food we get from them they'd all be dead tomorrow。 That's the kind of killing job I could really put my heart into。〃
〃If they supply you with food； you must give them something in return？〃
〃Trade goods； beads； knives； the usual things。 Supply sends them over in cartons and I take care of the delivery。〃
〃How？〃 Jason asked。
〃By armored truck to the delivery site。 Then I go back later to pick up the food they've left in exchange。〃
〃Can I go with you on the next delivery？〃
Krannon frowned over the idea for a minute。 〃Yeah； I suppose it's all right if you're stupid enough to e。 You can help me load。 They're between harvests now； so the next trip won't be for eight days。 。 。 。〃 〃But that's after the ship leaves…it'll be too late。 Can't you go earlier？〃 〃Don't tell me your troubles； mister；〃 Krannon grumbled； climbing to his feet。 〃That's when I go and the date's not changing for you。〃 Jason realized he had got as much out of the … man as was possible for one session。 He started for the door； then turned。
〃One thing；〃 he asked。 〃Just what do these savages…the grubbers…。 look like？〃
〃How do I know！〃 Krannon snapped。 〃I trade with them； I don't make love to them。 If I ever saw one； I'd shoot him down on the spot。〃 He flexed his fingers and his gun jumped in and out of his hand as he said it。 Jason quietly let himself out。
Lying on his bunk； resting his gravity…weary body； he searched for a way to get Krannon to change the delivery date。 His millions of credits were worthless on this world without currency。 If the man couldn't be convinced； he had to be bribed。 With what？ Jason's eyes touched the locker where his off…world clothing still hung； and he had an idea。
It was morning before he could return to the food warehouse…~and one day closer to his deadline。 Krannon didn't bother to look up from his work when Jason came in。
〃Do you want this？〃 Jason asked； handing the outcast a flat gold case inset with a single large diamond。 Krannon grunted and turned it over in his hands。
〃A toy；〃 he said。 〃What is it good for？〃
〃Well； when you press this button you get a light。〃 A flame appeared through a hole in the top。 Krannon started to hand it back。
〃What do I need a little fire for。 Here； keep it。〃
〃Wait a second；〃 Jason said。 〃That's not all it does。 When you press the jewel in the center； one of these es out。〃 A black pellet the size of his fingernail dropped into his palm。 〃A grenade； made of solid ulranite。 Just squeeze it hard and throw。 Three seconds later it explodes with enough force to blast open this building。〃
This time Krannon almost smiled as he reached for the case。 Destructive and death…dealing weapons are like candy to a Pyrran。 While he looked at it； Jason made his offer。
〃The case and bombs are yours if you move the date of your next delivery up to tomorrow…and let me go with you。〃
〃Be here at 0500；〃 Krannon said。 〃We leave early。〃
15
The truck rumbled up to the perimeter gate and stopped。 Krannon waved to the guards through the front window； then closed a metal shield over it。 When the gates swung open the truck…really a giant armored tank…ground slowly forward。 There was a second gate beyond the first； that did not open until the interior one was closed。 Jason looked through the second driver's periscope as the outer gate lifted。 Automatic flamethrowers flared through the opening； cutting off only when the truck reached them。 A scorched area ringed the gate； beyond that the jungle began。 Unconsciously Jason shrank back in his s