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"
That
should
be
easy
.
"
"
I
hope
so
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
sound
very
certain
,
sir
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
.
Look
in
that
corner
.
"
A
man
squatted
alone
in
darkness
.
Out
of
his
mouth
issued
a
blue
flame
which
turned
into
the
round
shape
of
a
small
naked
woman
.
It
flourished
on
the
air
softly
in
vapors
of
cobalt
light
,
whispering
and
sighing
.
The
captain
nodded
at
another
corner
.
A
woman
stood
there
,
changing
.
First
she
was
embedded
in
a
crystal
pillar
,
then
she
melted
into
a
golden
statue
,
finally
a
staff
of
polished
cedar
,
and
back
to
a
woman
.
All
through
the
midnight
hall
people
were
juggling
thin
violet
flames
,
shifting
,
changing
,
for
nighttime
was
the
time
of
change
and
affliction
.
"
Magicians
,
sorcerers
,
"
whispered
one
of
the
Earth
Men
.
"
No
,
hallucination
.
They
pass
their
insanity
over
into
us
so
that
we
see
their
hallucinations
too
.
Telepathy
.
Autosuggestion
and
telepathy
.
"
"
Is
that
what
worries
you
,
sir
?
"
