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　 Poli　was　working　on　the　guts　of　one　of　the　catalogue　machines。　He　didn't　stop　until　Jason　had　tapped　him　on　the　shoulder。　Switching　on　his　heating　aid；　the　Pyrran　stood　quietly；　crippled　and　bent；　waiting　for　Jason　to　talk。
　 〃Have　you　any　old　papers　or　letters　that　you　have　kept　for　your　personal　use？〃
　 A　shake　of　the　head；　no。
　 〃What　about　stories…you　know；　about　great　things　that　have　happened　in　the　past；　that　someone　might　have　told　you　when　you　were　young？〃　Negative。
　 Results　negative。　Every　question　was　answered　by　a　shake　of　Poli's　head；　and　very　soon　the　old　man　grew　irritated　and　pointed　to　the　work　he　hadn't　finished。
　 〃Yes；　I　know　you　have　work　to　do；〃　Jason　said。　〃But　this　is　important。〃　Poli　shook　his　head　an　angry　no　and　reached　to　turn　off　his　hearing　aid。　Jason　groped　for　a　question　that　might　get　a　more　positive　answer。　There　was　something　tugging　at　his　mind；　a　word　he　had　heard　and　made　a　note　of；　to　be　investigated　later。　Something　that　Kerk　had　said。　。
　 〃That's　it！〃　It　was　right　there…on　the　tip　of　his　tongue。　〃Just　a　second；　Poli；　just　one　more　question。　What　is　a　'grubber'？　Have　you　ever　seen　one　or　know　what　they　do；　or　where　they　can　be　found？〃
　 The　words　were　cut　off　as　Poli　whirled　and　lashed　the　back　of　his　good　arm　into　Jason's　face。　Though　the　man　was　aged　and　crippled；　the　blow　almost　fractured　Jason's　jaw；　sending　him　sliding　across　the　floor。　Through　a　daze；　he　saw　Poli　hobbling　toward　him；　making　thick　bubbling　noises　in　his　ruined　throat；　what　remained　of　his　face　twisted　and　working　with　anger。　…
　 This　was　no　time　for　diplomacy。　Moving　as　fast　as　he　could；　with　the　high…G；　foot…slapping　shuffle；　Jason　headed　for　the　sealed　door。　He　was　no　match　for　any　Pyrran　in　hand…to…hand　bat；　young　and　small　or　old　and　crippled。　The　door　banged　open；　as　he　went　through；　and　barely　closed　in　Poli's　face。
　 Outside　the　rain　had　turned　to　snow　and　Jason　trudged　wearily　through　the　slush；　rubbing　his　sore　jaw　and　turning　over　the　only
　fact　he　had。　Grubber　was　a　key…but　to　what？　And　who　did　he　dare　ask　for　more　information？　Kerk　was　the　man　he　had　talked　to　best；　but　not　anymore。　That　left　only　Meta　as　a　possible　source。　He　wanted　to　see　her　at　once；　but　sudden　exhaustion　swept　through　him。　It　took　all　of　his　strength　to　stumble　back　to　the　school　buildings。
　 In　the　morning　he　ate　and　left　early。　There　was　only　a　week　left。　It　was　impossible　to　hurry　and　he　cursed　as　he　dragged　his　double…weight　body　to　the　assignment　center。　Meta　was　on　night　perimeter　duty　and　should　be　back　to　her　quarters　soon。　He　shuffled　over　there　and　was　lying　on　her　bunk　when　she　came　in。
　 〃Get　out；〃　she　said　in　a　flat　voice。　〃Or　do　I　throw　you　out？〃
　 〃Patience；　please；〃　he　said　as　he　sat　up。　〃Just　resting　here　until　you　came　back。　I　have　a　single　question；　and　if　you　will　answer　it　for　me　I'll　go　and　stop　bothering　you。〃
　 〃What　is　it？〃　she　asked；　tapping　her　foot　with　impatience。　But　there　was　also　a　touch　of　curiosity　in　her　voice。　Jason　thought　carefully　before　he　spoke。
　 〃Now　try　not　to　shoot　me。　You　know　I'm　an　off…worlder　with　a　big　mouth；　and　you　have　heard　me　say　some　awful　things　without　taking　a　shot　at　me。　Now　I　have　another　one。　Will　you　please　show　your　superiority　to　the　other　people　of　the　galaxy　by　holding　your　temper　and　not　reducing　me　to　ponent　atoms。〃
　 Her　only　answer　was　a　tap　of　the　foot；　so　he　took　a　deep　breath　and　plunged　in。
　 'What　is　a　'grubber'？〃
　 For　a　long　moment　she　was　quiet；　unmoving。　Then　she　looked　at　him　with　disgust。　〃You　do　find　the　most　repulsive　topics。〃
　 〃That　may　be　so；〃　he　said；　〃but　it　still　doesn't　answer　my　question。〃
　 〃It's。　。　。　well；　the　sort　of　thing　people　just　don't　talk　about。〃
　 〃I　do；〃　he　assured　her。
　 〃Well　I　don't！　It's　the　most　disgusting　thing　in　the　world；　and　that's　all　I'm　going　to　say。　Talk　to　Krannon；　but　not　to　me。〃　She　had　him　by　the　arm　while　she　talked　and　he　was　half　dragged　to　the　hall。　The　door　slammed　behind　him　and　he　muttered　〃Lady…wrestler〃　under　his　voice。　His　anger　ebbed　away　as　he　realized　that　she　had　given　him　a　clue　in　spite　of　herself。　Next　step；　find　out　who　or　what　Krannon　was。
　 Assignment　center　listed　a　man　named　Krannon　and　gave　his　shift　number　and　work　location。　It　was　close　by　and　Jason　walked　there。　A　large；　cubical；　windowless　building；　with　the　single　word　PoOD　next　to　each　of　the　sealed　entrances。　The　small　entrance　he　went　through　was
　a　series　of　automatic　chambers　that　cycled　him　through　ultrasonics；　ultraviolet；　antibio　spray；　rotating　brushes　and　three　final　rinses。　He　was　finally　admitted；　damper　but　much　cleaner；　to　the　central　area。　Men　and　robots　were　stacking　crates　and　he　asked　one　of　the　men　for　Krannon。　The　man　looked　him　up　and　down　coldly　and　spat　on　his　shoes　before　answering。
　 Krannon　worked　in　a　large　storage　bay　by　himself。　He　was　a　stocky　man　in　patched　coveralls　whose　only　expression　was　one　of　intense　gloom。　When　Jason　came　in　he　stopped　hauling　bales　and　sat　down　on　the　nearest　one。　The　lines　of　unhappiness　were　cut　into　his　face　and　seemed　to　grow　deeper　while　Jason　explained　what　he　was　after。　All　the　talk　of　ancient　history　on　Pyrrus　bored　him　as　well　and　he　yawned　openly。　When　Jason　finished；　he　yawned　again　and　didn't　even　bother　to　answer　him。
　 Jason　waited　a　moment；　then　asked　again。　〃I　said　do　you　have　any　old　books；　papers；　records　or　that　sort　of　thing？〃
　 〃You　sure　picked　the　right　guy　to　bother；　off…worlder；〃　was　his　only　answer。　〃After　talking　to　me　you're　going　to　have　nothing　but　trouble。〃
　 〃Why　is　that？〃　Jason　asked。
　 〃Why？〃　For　the　first　time；　he　was　animated　with　something　besides　grief。　〃I'll　tell　you　why！　I　made　one　mistake　once；　just　one；　and　I　get　a　life　sentence。　For　life…how　would　you　like　that。　Just　me　alone；　being　by　myself　all　the　time。　Even　taking　orders　from　the　grubbers。〃
　 Jason　controlled　himself；　keeping　the　elation　out　of　his　voice。　〃Grubhers？　What　are　grubbers？〃
　 The　enormity　of　the　question　stopped　Krannon；　it　seemed　impossible　that　there　could　be　a　man　alive　who　had　never　heard　of　grubbers。　Happiness　lifted　some　of　the　gloom　from　his　face　as　he　realized　that　he　had　a　captive　audience　who　would　listen　to　his　troubles。
　 〃Crubbers　are　traitors…that's　what　they　are。　Traitors　to　the　human　race　and　they　ought　to　be　wiped　out。　Living　in　the　jungle。　The　things　they　do　with　the　animals。　。　。　。〃
　 〃You　mean　they're　people…Pyrrans　like　yourself？〃　Jason　broke　in。　〃Not　like　me；　mister。　Don't　make　that　mistake　again　if　you　want　to　go　on　living。　Maybe　I　dozed　off　on　guard　once　so　I　got　stuck　with　this　job。　That　doesn't　mean　I　like　it　or　like　them。　They　stink；　really　stink；　and　if　it　wasn't　for　the　food　we　get　from　them　they'd　all　be　dead　tomorrow。　That's　the　kind　of　killing　job　I　could　really　put　my　heart　into。〃
　 〃If　they　supply　you　with　food；　you　must　give　them　something　in　return？〃
　 〃Trade　goods；　beads；　knives；　the　usual　things。　Supply　sends　them　over　in　cartons　and　I　take　care　of　the　delivery。〃
　 〃How？〃　Jason　asked。
　 〃By　armored　truck　to　the　delivery　site。　Then　I　go　back　later　to　pick　up　the　food　they've　left　in　exchange。〃
　 〃Can　I　go　with　you　on　the　next　delivery？〃
　Krannon　frowned　over　the　idea　for　a　minute。　〃Yeah；　I　suppose　it's　all　right　if　you're　stupid　enough　to　e。　You　can　help　me　load。　They're　between　harvests　now；　so　the　next　trip　won't　be　for　eight　days。　。　。　。〃　〃But　that's　after　the　ship　leaves…it'll　be　too　late。　Can't　you　go　earlier？〃　〃Don't　tell　me　your　troubles；　mister；〃　Krannon　grumbled；　climbing　to　his　feet。　〃That's　when　I　go　and　the　date's　not　changing　for　you。〃　Jason　realized　he　had　got　as　much　out　of　the　…　man　as　was　possible　for　one　session。　He　started　for　the　door；　then　turned。
　 〃One　thing；〃　he　asked。　〃Just　what　do　these　savages…the　grubbers…。　look　like？〃
　 〃How　do　I　know！〃　Krannon　snapped。　〃I　trade　with　them；　I　don't　make　love　to　them。　If　I　ever　saw　one；　I'd　shoot　him　down　on　the　spot。〃　He　flexed　his　fingers　and　his　gun　jumped　in　and　out　of　his　hand　as　he　said　it。　Jason　quietly　let　himself　out。
　 Lying　on　his　bunk；　resting　his　gravity…weary　body；　he　searched　for　a　way　to　get　Krannon　to　change　the　delivery　date。　His　millions　of　credits　were　worthless　on　this　world　witho