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“I think we ought to get business over before we start on refreshments,” Han suggested.

“Yes,” Spano agreed reluctantly. “I suppose you had better be deep-probed first, Clarey.... Not even one taste beforehand, Han?... Well, I suppose not.”

Clarey tensed. “You’ve got a probe on the ship?” he asked, as if the possibility had never occurred to him.

“That’s right,” Han Vollard said. “It’s an up-to-date model. The whole thing’ll take you less than an hour, and we’ll have the information collated by morning.”

“I—I would prefer not to be deep-probed. You never can tell: it might upset all the conditioning I’ve received here; it—”

“Let us worry about that, Clarey,” she said.

He didn’t sleep that night. He sat looking out of the window, knowing there was nothing he could do. Embelsira was in danger—her people were in danger—and he couldn’t lift a finger to save them.

When he came down to breakfast, he saw that the reports had been collated and read. “So your wife suspects, does she?” the general asked. “Shrewd little creature. You must have picked one of the more intelligent ones.”