But to die ... Would I cause another human being to do it, intentionally?

Not then. Not a while ago.

Now, though, you've showed me another side of life.

I have emotions, too, and they have turned. You beat the hell out of me while I was simply trying to make it to the airfield. Okay.

You have me for an enemy now. Let us see whether you can take it the way that you give it.

_Do you know everything that I am?_

_I am walking death_.

_You think that now you have done with me?_

_If you do, you are mistaken_.

_I came to help_.

_I will stay to slay_.

He lay there for long hours before he could rise and move on.

Dr. Pels regarded the world.

They had had something for him. They had given him a lead.

Deiban fever. That had been the beginning. It had served to put him onto the trail of H. Now as the night without end containing days without number wore on about him, certain other thoughts came and went, remained longer and longer, stayed.

H.

H was more than the key to _mwalakharan khurr_ ...

The very presence of H had served to remedy many unusual conditions.

Is this the real reason, he asked himself, that I abandoned twenty years' labor in favor of this line of attack? H cannot live forever, whereas I may--like this. Am I being completely scientific about this one?

He prepared the B Coli for distance-hopping. Then he reread the notice he had received.

The sounds of _Death and Transfiguration_ moved about him.

Heidel woke once again. He was lying in a ditch. There was no one near. It was still night. The ground was damp, muddy in places. But the rain had stopped.

He crawled, got to his feet, staggered.

He continued on, toward the field where he had been headed. He remembered something of its layout. He had seen it while strolling, later on on that day when he had given the blood--when?