pate where a neck ordinarily would have been. Several tentacles snaked out from that lump.

“Well?” the face asked.

One of the tentacles smashed down onto the floor of the cage.

Slap-crackity!

He now knew where the sound had been coming from.

“What the Hell do you want?” the face screamed.

“Shhh,” he said, forcing himself to go closer to the cage, bending down, finally hunkering on the floor. “They don't know I'm in here.”

The gray eyes looked at him calculatingly. “Who are you?”

“Wait. If I tell you, will you answer some questions for me?”

The tentacles slapped about in annoyance. “Okay, okay. God, let's not quibble.”

“Then I am called Tohm.”

“What do you do on the ship?”

“Nothing. I'm a passenger. I'm trying to get to the capital to hunt for my woman.”

“Your woman?”

“Yes. She was kidnapped, as I was, by the Romaghins. I feel she will soon be sold. I must find her.” To the other's further questioning, he recounted his history as a Jumbo and now as a man again.

“Why does this crew help you?”

“They think my father is a wealthy trader of concubines.”

“Hah,” the face said, puckered with glee. “Good. They deserve it.”

“Now,” Tohm said, leaning forward but not too close, “who are you?”

“They call me Hunk.”

“Well,” he said hesitantly, “what… what are you?”

There was silence a moment. ”

“You mean you've never seen a Mutie before?”

“What's a Mutie?” Tohm asked, relieved that now he would finally find out.

“By the gods, you are a stoical bastard, aren't you! Very few people would have reacted so calmly to seeing a Mutie for the first time.”

“Then you're a Mutie?”

“Yeah. I'm the result of all the nuclear wars the Romaghins and Setessins fought before atomics went obsolete and the laser cannon came into use. Radiation changed me as a fetus. I have a heart stuffed up here in my necks, a brain, and the digestive system of a bird, simple and compact.”

Tohm swallowed, but found there was no saliva. His mouth was perfectly dry. “Then you're all—”

“No, no. Each is different from the last. I'm a very severe case. At least, I'm unique.”

Tohm sighed. Things were beginning to clear in some corners. Still, most of his concepts were confused and incomplete. “What happened to the city?”

“Hah,” the head said. It slapped tentacles against the floor and laughed again. Finally, tears rolling down its cheeks, it said, “That was good, wasn't it? Maybe we didn't carry through a complete exchange, but we came close. Damn close. That'll give them something to worry about for a while.”

“But what did you do to it?”

“We put it eight hundred miles up the coast!”

“What were you trying to do with it?” Tohm asked exasperatedly.

“Exchange it boy, transfer it. Oh, we had the Fringe all shook, let me tell you. For a moment there, you could have transferred the whole damned universe through. But we weren't fast enough. Besides, I've discovered you can't hold the Fringe and transfer at the same time.”

“I don't understand.”

“What do you mean?”

“I come from a primitive world, remember. I don't even know what the Fringe is.”

“It's the quasi-reality—”

“Between the realities,” Tohm finished.

“There, see, you know.”

“I know how to say it, but I don't know what it means.”

“Well,” Hunk said, crossing his tentacles in consternation, “I'll be damned! I thought everyone knew.”

“I don't. Everyone knows but me.”

Hunk moaned, rolled around a bit. “Look, for eight centuries the Romaghins and Setessins have been fighting wars. The inhabited galaxy has not been able to live in peace, for even the innocent, neutral planets are forced into the game sooner or later. We Muties are trying to rid the universe of the Romaghins and Setessins. Without them, the galaxy would be better off. We Muties might even be able to have citizenship and pensions. We might even be able to walk the streets without being shot on sight.”

“You're the good guys.”

“Yeah. You could say that.” Hunk crept to the front of the cage, pressed against the bars. “Look, the old one-legger who runs this ship—”

“Captain Hazabob.”

“That's him. Well, he located our party along the beach where we were hiding. He killed the others and took me captive. I'm sort of a wanted person aside from being a Mutie. They caught us just after we had dropped the city and were still a little groggy. They plan to string me up in the public square and have a gala celebration. Could you get me out of here?”

“I don't know. I don't see how. I can't jeopardize everything. I have to get to the city.”

Hunk moved around in the cage, stumbling over his own snaking arms that dragged him about clumsily. “I know where the city is. I could guide you. What was this girl's name again?”

“Tarnilee.”

“Suppose, when we get to Cap Five, I help you find your Tarnilee?”

Tohm stared into the gray eyes. They appeared sincere. “What could you do to help? I mean—”

“There is a Mutie underground nearly everywhere. We evacuated the city when we tried to transfer it, but by the time we reach there, the Old Man will have the remainder of our cell, who didn't accompany the transfer group, back in business.”

“Old Man?”

“Yeah. We have a chief.”

“And this entire underground will help me?”

“I guarantee it. Look, I discovered something important in the attempt we made back there. We shouldn't try to hold the Fringe and lift the city too. Strangely enough, it's easier to transfer large bulk instead of bits and pieces. We have to transfer all the universe except the Romaghins and Setessins. Just the reverse of what we've been doing. It was a moment of revelation. Maybe the others saw it too, but the others are dead. I'm the only one with the theory, and I have to get it back.”

“I don't understand a thing you're saying.”

“Transferring ninety-nine point nine percent of the universe would be easy, for the bulk would serve to hold the Fringe without our aid once the process was begun. We lift and the stuff goes through slick as all Hell. But never mind. Will you help?”

“You promise me Tarnilee?”

“I promise you a good chance of finding her, nothing more.”

Tohm thought a moment. “Fair enough.”

He unlatched the cage by using a crowbar from the tool rack to twist the sturdy lock apart. Hunk directed the carrying of himself. He could move only at a crawl by himself. Tohm set the Mutie on his shoulder and watched while the thin tentacles laced themselves under his arm and across his chest. He now had two heads.

“I have a flybelt,” Tohm said. “We'll coast to the city from here, follow the shoreline until we hit it”

“You're in charge now,” Hunk said.

They walked back to the rent in the wall, stepped through into the guest rooms.

“Going somewhere, Mr. Tohm?” Hazabob asked, standing in the doorway.

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