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"Then why did you pick on Teyzha?"

"Level of gravitational disturbance was marginally higher."

"Oh." That was perfectly reasonable, actually. The computer had never said that there was anything
special about Teyzha, and he hadn't asked; thinking back, he remembered that the little sparkles he had
seen in the planet's gravitational field had been scattered all across its land area, not concentrated in
Teyzha. "Wonderful. So we go somewhere else and try again?"

"Affirmative."

"Where?"

"Cyborg unit discretion permitted."

"I get to choose?"

"Affirmative."

The cable was still plugged into his neck; he closed his eyes and said, "Okay, give me a map."

The computer displayed in his mind a topographical map of the planet in cylindrical projection, with
glowing red indicating areas of gravitational disturbance—concentrations of magic, presumably. Teyzha
was marked with a yellow glow.

Slant picked a bright spot on the same continent as Teyzha, but far to the west, on the edge of a broad
plain. "What about herer

"Acceptable."

"Let's go, then."

"Affirmative. Landing in twenty-three minutes."

"No, wait; let me take a nap and get myself organized first. I don't want to screw up again."

"Affirmative. Notify when ready to land."

"Right" Slant detached the cable from his neck and lay back on the couch; a moment later he was
asleep.



Chapter Nine

"HELLO, STRANGER."

The farmer looked up from the whetstone he had been using to sharpen a scythe and squinted sideways
at Slant from beneath his wide-brimmed straw hat. He said nothing.