"Faintly. Vaguely. But what is happening just beyond my knowledge?"
She caught me by the forearm, her small, strong hands gripped like
vises.
"I'll tell you! Tell you everything! Those devils of the Council have
long exploited and drained Dondromogon--with lies about the First
Comers, and the exclusive use of science! The Newcomers are to be
trapped through you, the natives deluded through you! But you--you are
to die when your usefulness is through!"
"They'd do that?" I demanded. "After they name me as Yandro, their
legendary hero?"
"That's part of the great lie!" And Doriza was sobbing. "You aren't
Yandro--you're _Barak of the Newcomers_!"
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