Chapter 21

"Well," Vorongil said, slowly and almost reflectively, "let's take her up then." He touched some controls. The humming grew. Then, swift, hard and crushing, weight mashed Bart against his couch. "Position!" Vorongil's voice sounded harsh, and Bart fought the crushing weight of it. Even his eyeballs ached as he struggled to turn the tiny eye muscles from dial to dial, and his voice was a dim croak: "Fourteen seven sidereal twelve point one one four nine...." "Hold it to point one one four six," Vorongil said calmly.…