LANCASTER GULPED, SHIFTING his feet and looking awkwardly at the small gray-feathered body and the beaked owl-face. Rakkan bowed politely, sparing Lancaster the decision of whether or not to shake the clawlike hand. He assumed Rakkan was somebody’s slave—but since when did slaves act as social equals?
“But you said this project was top secret!” he blurted.
“Oh, it is,” smiled Karen Marek. She had a husky, pleasant voice, and while she was a little too thin to be really good-looking, she was cast in a fine mold and her eyes were large and gray and lovely. “I assure you, non-Americans are perfectly capable of preserving a secret. More so than most Americans, really—we don’t have ties on Earth. No one to blab to.”
“It’s not well known today, but the original Manhattan Project that construc
