byJubil drifted slowly, alone except for the phosphorescent star shine that filtered through the face-plate of his suit. He was resting, conserving the oxygen that hissed steadily and quietly through the valve near his neck. It was time for peace; there had been too much violence already.
Once, as his body continued its involuntary and aimless turning, Jubil saw the dark hull of the Mercury II, the outer access door firmly closed now and the stern beginning to fluoresce with the secondary radiation that betokened the firing of the drives. Still, Jubil could feel no anger at Radik.
Mercury IIWhen the crew had conspired to mutiny, when Radik, Olgan and the rest had decided to take over the operation of the Mercury II, at that time had been the need for honest anger. Jubil had hesitated wea
