CHAPTER 6I
Verkan Vall watched Tortha Karf spin the empty revolver cartridge on his desk. It was a very valuable empty cartridge; it had taken over forty days and cost ten thousand man-hours of crawling on hands and knees and pawing among dead hemlock needles to find it.
“That was a small miracle, Vall,” the Chief said. “Aryan-Transpacific?”
“Oh, yes; we were sure of that from the beginning. Styphon’s House Subsector.” He gave the exact numerical designation of the time-line. “They’re all basically alike; the language, culture, taboo and situation-response tapes we have will do.”
The Chief was fiddling with the selector for the map screen; when he had gotten geographical area and run through Level and Sector, he lit it with a map of eastern North America, divided into five Great Kingdo
