"No, Meta," he said huskily. "The Mentorian way is one way, but--I've had a taste of being one of the masters of space. It's more than most men ever have, maybe it's more than I deserve. But I can't settle for anything less. Not even if it means losing you." He shut his eyes and stood, head bowed. When he looked up again, he was alone with the stars beyond the viewport, and the lounge was empty. CHAPTER FOURTEEN The low rainbow building of Eight Colors, near the spaceport of Procyon Alpha, had not changed; and when…
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