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."* * *Lake found Craig and his men several miles to the west, all of them gaunt andbearded as Schroeder had been."We've had hell," Craig said."It seems that every time we spot a few woodsgoats there will be a dozen unicorns in between.If only we had rifles for theunicorns."Lake told him of the plan to hide under woods goats' skins and of the decoysystem used bySchroeder."Maybe we won't have to use Schroeder's method," he said."We'll see if theother works I'll give it the first try."This he was not to do.Less than an hour later one of the men who helped drythe meat and carry it to the caves returned to report the camp stricken by astrange, sudden malady that was killing a hundred a day.Dr.Chiara, who hadcollapsed while driving himself on to care for the sick, was sure it was adeficiency disease.Anders was down with it, helpless, and Bemmon had assumedcommand; setting up daily work quotas for those still on their feet andrefusing to heed Chiara's requests concerning treatment of the disease.Lake made the trip back to the caves in a fraction of the length of time ithad taken him to reach the plateau, walking until he was ready to drop andthen pausing only for an hour or two of rest.He spottedBarber's camp when coming down off the plateau and he swung to one side, totell Barber to have a supply of the herbs sent to the caves at once.He reached the caves, to find half the camp in bed and the other half draggingabout listlessly at the tasks given them by Bemmon.Anders was in gravecondition, too weak to rise, and Dr.Chiara was dying.He squatted down beside Chiara's pallet and knew there could be no hope forhim.On Chiara's pale face and in his eyes was the shadow of his ownforeknowledge."I finally saw what it was" Chiara's words were very low, hard to hear "and IPage 24 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmltold Bemmon what to do.It's a deficiency disease, complicated by the gravityinto some form not known on Earth."He stopped to rest and Lake waited."Beri-beri pellagra we had deficiency diseases on Earth.But none so fatal soquickly.I toldBemmon ration out fruits and vegetables to everybody.Hurry or it will be toolate."Again he stopped to rest, the last vestige of color gone from his face."And you?" Lake asked, already knowing the answer."For me too late.I kept thinking of viruses should have seen the obvioussooner.Just like "His lips turned up a little at the corners and the Chiara of the dead pastsmiled for the last time atLake."Just like a damned fool intern."That was all, then, and the chamber was suddenly very quiet.Lake stood up toleave, and to speak the words that Chiara could never hear:"We're going to need you and miss you Doctor."* * *He found Bemmon in the food storage cavern, supervising the work of twoteen-age boys with critical officiousness although he was making no move tohelp them.At sight of Lake he hurried forward, the ingratiating smile slidingacross his face."I'm glad you're back," he said."I had to take charge when Anders got sickand he had everything in such a mess.I've been working day and night to undohis mistakes and get the work properly under way again."Lake looked at the two thin-faced boys who had taken advantage of theopportunity to rest.They leaned wearily against the heavy pole table Bemmonhad had them moving, their eyes already dull with incipient sickness andwatching him in mute appeal."Have you obeyed Chiara's order?" he asked."Ah no," Bemmon said."I felt it best to ignore it.""Why?" Lake asked."It would be a senseless waste of our small supply of fruit and vegetablefoods to give them to people already dying.I'm afraid" the ingratiating smilecame again "we've been letting him exercise an authority he isn't entitled to.He's really hardly more than a medical student and his diagnoses are onlyguesses.""He's dead," Lake said flatly."His last order will be carried out."He looked from the two tired boys to Bemmon, contrasting their thinness andweariness with the wayBemmon's paunch still bulged outward and his jowls still sagged with theirload of fat."I'll send West down to take over in here," he said to Bemmon."You come withme.You and I seem to be the only two in good health here and there's plentyof work for us to do."The fawning expression vanished from Bemmon's face."I see," he said."Nowthat I've turnedAnders's muddle into organization, you'll hand my authority over to another ofyour favorites and demote me back to common labor?""Setting up work quotas for sick and dying people isn't organization," Lakesaid.He spoke to the two boys, "Both of you go lie down.West will findsomeone else [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."* * *Lake found Craig and his men several miles to the west, all of them gaunt andbearded as Schroeder had been."We've had hell," Craig said."It seems that every time we spot a few woodsgoats there will be a dozen unicorns in between.If only we had rifles for theunicorns."Lake told him of the plan to hide under woods goats' skins and of the decoysystem used bySchroeder."Maybe we won't have to use Schroeder's method," he said."We'll see if theother works I'll give it the first try."This he was not to do.Less than an hour later one of the men who helped drythe meat and carry it to the caves returned to report the camp stricken by astrange, sudden malady that was killing a hundred a day.Dr.Chiara, who hadcollapsed while driving himself on to care for the sick, was sure it was adeficiency disease.Anders was down with it, helpless, and Bemmon had assumedcommand; setting up daily work quotas for those still on their feet andrefusing to heed Chiara's requests concerning treatment of the disease.Lake made the trip back to the caves in a fraction of the length of time ithad taken him to reach the plateau, walking until he was ready to drop andthen pausing only for an hour or two of rest.He spottedBarber's camp when coming down off the plateau and he swung to one side, totell Barber to have a supply of the herbs sent to the caves at once.He reached the caves, to find half the camp in bed and the other half draggingabout listlessly at the tasks given them by Bemmon.Anders was in gravecondition, too weak to rise, and Dr.Chiara was dying.He squatted down beside Chiara's pallet and knew there could be no hope forhim.On Chiara's pale face and in his eyes was the shadow of his ownforeknowledge."I finally saw what it was" Chiara's words were very low, hard to hear "and IPage 24 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmltold Bemmon what to do.It's a deficiency disease, complicated by the gravityinto some form not known on Earth."He stopped to rest and Lake waited."Beri-beri pellagra we had deficiency diseases on Earth.But none so fatal soquickly.I toldBemmon ration out fruits and vegetables to everybody.Hurry or it will be toolate."Again he stopped to rest, the last vestige of color gone from his face."And you?" Lake asked, already knowing the answer."For me too late.I kept thinking of viruses should have seen the obvioussooner.Just like "His lips turned up a little at the corners and the Chiara of the dead pastsmiled for the last time atLake."Just like a damned fool intern."That was all, then, and the chamber was suddenly very quiet.Lake stood up toleave, and to speak the words that Chiara could never hear:"We're going to need you and miss you Doctor."* * *He found Bemmon in the food storage cavern, supervising the work of twoteen-age boys with critical officiousness although he was making no move tohelp them.At sight of Lake he hurried forward, the ingratiating smile slidingacross his face."I'm glad you're back," he said."I had to take charge when Anders got sickand he had everything in such a mess.I've been working day and night to undohis mistakes and get the work properly under way again."Lake looked at the two thin-faced boys who had taken advantage of theopportunity to rest.They leaned wearily against the heavy pole table Bemmonhad had them moving, their eyes already dull with incipient sickness andwatching him in mute appeal."Have you obeyed Chiara's order?" he asked."Ah no," Bemmon said."I felt it best to ignore it.""Why?" Lake asked."It would be a senseless waste of our small supply of fruit and vegetablefoods to give them to people already dying.I'm afraid" the ingratiating smilecame again "we've been letting him exercise an authority he isn't entitled to.He's really hardly more than a medical student and his diagnoses are onlyguesses.""He's dead," Lake said flatly."His last order will be carried out."He looked from the two tired boys to Bemmon, contrasting their thinness andweariness with the wayBemmon's paunch still bulged outward and his jowls still sagged with theirload of fat."I'll send West down to take over in here," he said to Bemmon."You come withme.You and I seem to be the only two in good health here and there's plentyof work for us to do."The fawning expression vanished from Bemmon's face."I see," he said."Nowthat I've turnedAnders's muddle into organization, you'll hand my authority over to another ofyour favorites and demote me back to common labor?""Setting up work quotas for sick and dying people isn't organization," Lakesaid.He spoke to the two boys, "Both of you go lie down.West will findsomeone else [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]