For a moment Trehearne stood still like a man stunned. Thuvis—for the rest of his natural life!
Thuvis—for the rest of his natural life!He remembered that dark, inexpressibly lonely world of a dying sun that Shairn had shown him in the microfilm viewer, on the way from Earth.
“No,” he said. “Not Edri. There must be some mistake.”
Shairn shook her head. “I wish there were but there isn’t. Edri is an Orthist, caught, confessed and convicted. He was unable even to offer a defense.”
She turned away from him. “I don’t like it either. But Edri knew what he was doing. He brought this on himself.”
Trehearne asked, “What happened?”
“You remember that night in the wine garden when Kerrel spoke of a man named Arrin who had been arrested?”
“Yes. He was a friend of Edri’s.”
“Well, they couldn’t
