An undistinguished colony world, H Class VIII, with a single large moon whose orbit the Teacher was presently cutting. Perhaps also a world full of meaning, as it was the name of the globe his ship was rapidly approaching. These chafed and burned within him as intensely as any cancer.Ī word bursting with meaning. While his love was healing physically, perhaps he could finally heal the open wound of his unknown origins. Under the proficient ministrations and attentive guardianship of his old friends Bran Tse-Mallory and Truzenzuzex, she would be recovering from the injuries she had sustained during the fight that had allowed him to successfully flee New Riviera, also known as Nur. It lay before him now, a world he had never considered before, lying the same distance from his present position as his homeworld of Moth or, in a different direction, New Riviera and Clarity Held.Ĭlarity, Clarity. And even more than that, he had been provided with a destination. For the first time in many seemingly interminable years, a tangible clue. Unimaginably powerful, preposterously playful, and possessed of talents as yet unmeasured-and quite possibly unmeasurable-they went about their daily activities without a care in the world-short of keeping busy by way of the unfathomable playtime that involved moving their planet closer to its sun.Įven that bit of outrageous astrophysics seemed simpler to Flinx than unraveling the mystery of his origins.
But then, everything was easy for an Ulru-Ujurrian to say and do.
Easy for an Ulru-Ujurrian to say, Flinx reflected as the Teacher maintained its approach to the world that lay at the end of the decelerating KK-drive craft’s present course.
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