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Noys
said
,
"
I
am
.
Will
you
now
blast
?
"
Harlan
’
s
finger
trembled
on
the
blaster
’
s
contact
point
.
Yet
he
hesitated
.
Something
irrational
within
him
could
still
plead
her
case
and
point
up
the
remnants
of
his
own
futile
love
and
longing
.
Was
she
desperate
at
his
rejection
of
her
?
Was
she
deliberately
courting
death
by
lying
?
Was
she
indulging
in
foolish
heroics
born
of
despair
at
his
doubts
of
her
?
No
!
_
The
book
-
films
of
the
sickly
-
sweet
literary
traditions
of
the
289th
might
have
it
so
,
but
not
a
girl
like
Noys
.
She
was
not
one
to
meet
her
death
at
the
hands
of
a
false
lover
with
the
joyful
masochism
of
a
broken
,
bleeding
lily
.
Then
was
she
scornfully
denying
his
ability
to
kill
her
for
any
reason
whatever
?
Was
she
confidently
relying
on
the
attraction
she
knew
she
had
for
him
even
now
,
certain
that
it
would
immobilize
him
,
freeze
him
in
weakness
and
shame
.
That
hit
too
closely
.
His
finger
clamped
a
bit
harder
on
the
contact
.
Noys
spoke
again
.
"
You
’
re
waiting
.
Does
that
mean
you
expect
me
to
enter
a
brief
for
the
defense
?
"
"
What
defense
?
"
Harlan
tried
to
make
that
scornful
,
yet
he
welcomed
the
diversion
.
It
could
postpone
the
moment
when
he
must
look
down
upon
her
blasted
body
,
upon
whatever
remnants
of
bloody
flesh
might
remain
,
and
know
that
what
had
been
done
to
his
beautiful
Noys
had
been
done
by
his
own
hand
.
He
found
excuses
for
his
delay
.
He
thought
feverishly
:
Let
her
talk
.
Let
her
tell
what
she
can
about
the
Hidden
Centuries
.
So
much
better
protection
for
Eternity
.
