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acquiring the taste for this sort of thing! "I hope it isn't far."
She marched forward into the wooden hall. At the turn she swung about-and was baffled. For the
passage immediately reversed to pick up on the other side. It had no likely purpose-except to inhibit
the progress of magnets. "But you know, Slammer," she gasped-for she was tiring already-"you could
get through here if you had to. All you have to do is get up speed in the metal section, and cannonball
right through this obstruction. You'd have enough impetus left over to roll the rest of the way, I should
think."
The magnet's field flexed momentarily. He understood. Like Yael back on her farm, he had been
balked by appearance as much as by fact. And he had lacked the ingenuity to devise an alternative.
But Melody wondered how intelligent the magnet was. Slammer understood every word she said, and
since it was a nonlinguistic creature, that suggested a very adaptable intellect. Limited by silence and
by dependency on metal, the magnets seemed like animals; but granted the resources of the sapient
creatures of the galaxy, why wouldn't they be comparable?
Yes, they could be smart enough. If a magnet slammed through the wooden barrier, his act would soon
be known. So it would not do any such breaking without excellent reason. And how could anyone be
sure the magnets were not linguistic? They could have their own magnetic language that no human had
bothered to learn. Also, it would be the least intelligent magnets who would be lured into spaceship
duty; the smart ones would stay clear. Unless they chose to come, and play dumb, until they knew
enough to build and operate their own spaceships.
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All speculation, probably without foundation. But she would keep working on it. She had to
understand the magnets if she wanted to win them over.
They came to a second detour in the wooden hall. This one incorporated dips and rises in the floor, so
that a magnet trying to roll through would be trapped. Melody's arms were hurting now, and she
staggered along; she would have to exercise more to build up the human tissues. "Next time, I'll roll
you!" she gasped. The magnet could not roll himself up a slope, but she could push him.
Then the metal hall resumed, to her relief. As they came into it, Slammer's weight abated. Finally she
loosened her grip, and he floated free. "We made it!" Yael exclaimed, as if it had been a great
adventure. "But, oh, my arms!"
Now Slammer led the way with impetuous haste. He moved up a ramp, then up another. The passage
branched, but the magnet seemed to know exactly where he was going. Melody had to run to keep up.
Abruptly Slammer stopped. Melody drew up, her chest heaving in a fashion she knew would have been
an impregnation hazard in the presence of a male Solarian, and looked about.
They were in a storage chamber. Cartons of supplies marked in code were stacked in tall columns.
They appeared to contain military hardware. This was deep within the ship, several levels above their
starting point. The gravity had diminished slightly as they moved nearer the center. This made it good
for storage, as the boxes could be stacked higher with less danger of breakage, were easier to move,
and could be delivered to other parts of the ship readily by chute. So this was a well-protected spot,
suitable for bombs, laser guns, and such. And isolated from magnets.
Now Slammer hovered nervously. When placid, he was unmoving; here he was doing little spins about
a tight axis. What was bothering him? Surely he couldn't be afraid!
Then another magnet appeared. "Oh-oh," Yael said, suddenly worried. "If magnets can't get in here,
how come-?"
Melody wondered the same. "Slammer, are we in danger?"
But Slammer had already shot out to meet the strange magnet. The two banged together resoundingly,
flew apart, and clanged together again. The sonics were deafening.
Melody covered her ears. Not since leaving Sphere Mintaka had she experienced clangor of this
magnitude! But it hurt the less-sophisticated human auditory apparatus.
"They're fighting!" Yael cried. "We'd better get out of here!"
At first Melody was inclined to agree. But several things nagged at her. If Slammer were protecting its
human companion, it would not be politic to desert him. And if no magnet could cross the wooden
barrier, what was the other magnet doing here? Slammer had evidently known where he was going,
and expected to be met like this. But why would he go to all this trouble for a fight? What was so
precious that he had to search it out and fight for it? "That other magnet did not attack us," Melody
pointed out. "It's smaller, and not brightly painted. Not a warrior-type, I think. This is a magnet-magnet
affair; we're probably safe." She was hardly sure of that, but she also doubted her human body could
get away fast enough to escape an aggressive magnet. "And I want to see exactly what they're fighting
about. It might be important."
"And you say you don't like adventure!" Yael said admiringly. "You've got nerves of steel!"
"All Mintakans do. Oh-you meant that figuratively! No, I'm extremely uncomfortable. But I honestly
don't think we're in immediate danger. Slammer can protect us, and it would not have gone to this
trouble to lead us into danger."
So she poked around while the noise of the clashing magnets became even more intense. The ship must
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sleeping off-shift officers. The two globes were striking each other faster now, and with unerring
accuracy, though they moved so swiftly they were only blurs. What a battle!
Suddenly Melody froze. She had peeked into an alcove in which some electronic equipment had been
set up.
It was the retransfer unit, supposedly destroyed in the shuttle sabotage blast. She had been instructed in
its use, back on Planet Outworld, because of the importance of her mission. There was no question
about its identity; there was only one such unit in the fleet.
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