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interplanetary time-lag warranted. Finally he nodded.

"I get it, Conn. We won't put the things in a ship; we'll build a ship
around them. No; that stuff can all be hauled open to space. They use
things like that at space stations and on asteroids and all sorts of
places. We'll have to stop work on /Ouroboros/, though."

"Let /Ouroboros/ wait. We are going to dig up Merlin, and then everybody
is going to be rich and happy, and live happily forever after."

Jacquemont looked at him, silent again for longer than the usual five
and a half minutes.

"You almost said that with a straight face." After all, Jacquemont
hadn't been cleared yet for the Awful Truth About Merlin, but, like his
daughter, he'd been doing some guessing. "I wish I knew how much of this
Merlin stuff you believe."