Bors moved toward her, not to shake hands. She ran out of the door. She ran fast, for a girl. He ran faster.
Morgan puffed contentedly. Presently the completely unreal figure of King Humphrey the Eighth came to where Morgan had surrounded himself with aromatic smoke.
"Where"s Bors?" asked the king.
"Yonder," said Morgan. He waved his hand. "Kissing my daughter, I think.
D"you know, Majesty, I"ve known this would happen all along? One of our Talents precognized you opening parliament next year. So I knew things had to come out right."
"Y-yes," said the king, dubiously. "I suppose so. But there had to be efforts, too, to bring it about. Otherwise it wouldn"t seem right."
"Naturally!" said Morgan. "When one of my Talents precognized that Gwenlyn was going to marry the heir of the Pretender of Tralee and be Queen of Tralee some day, why, it didn"t seem a bit likely. But once I knew about that precognition, I put in a little effort...."
King Humphrey was thoughtful.
"Things look good," said Morgan expansively. "My Talents are precognizing all over the place. They tell me that this planet"s going to be a fine place to live. Quiet and peaceful, and serene.... Gwenlyn will be living on Tralee, most likely, and I don"t want to be underfoot.
I"ll probably settle down here. Retire, you know."
"Splendid," said the king, politely, his mind occupied with the prospect of a warless future.
"And as for Gwenlyn and Bors," Morgan added, confidentially, "I"ll tell you something. My Talents"ve been working on her future. I wouldn"t tell her all of it. Some of it should be a surprise. But she and Bors are going to be what you call happy ever after! And that"s Talents, Incorporated information! You can depend on it!"
TWO MORE AVON S-F HITS YOU"RE SURE TO ENJOY
LITTLE FUZZY
_by H. Beam Piper
Zarathustra belonged to the chartered Zarathustra Company as a Cla.s.s-III uninhabited planet. They owned it lock, stock and barrel; they exploited it without interference from the Colonial Government.
The Company was sitting pretty until Jack Holloway turned up with a family of Fuzzies and the claim that they were not just nice little animals, but human. If he was right and the Fuzzies were declared the 9th extrasolar sapient race, there went the Company, charter and all!
LITTLE FUZZY is our candidate for the most delightful science-fiction book of the year.
THE STAR DWELLERS
_by James Blish
They were beautiful creatures, highly intelligent and playful. The inhabitants of Terra nicknamed them "Angels," yet they were awesome--the youngest were 4,000,000 years old and the oldest had been around since the birth of the universe.
s.p.a.ce cadet Jack Loftus was almost overwhelmed when he had to a.s.sume the responsibility of negotiating a treaty with them--a treaty which could mean the life or death of earth and mankind.
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TALENTS, INCORPORATED
Charlatans or Prophets?
At best, the tiny Kandarian Air Fleet would fight until its last ship was blown into infinity. At worst, it would be annihilated without a chance. To young Captain Bors, either course was unthinkable.
The ruthless Dictator of Mekin had already subjugated twenty-two helpless planets. Now he wanted Kandar"s unconditional surrender, or his vastly superior forces would blast it out of existence.
It took a lot of guts, and the hope that is frequently born of despair, for a military man like Bors to throw in his lot with TALENTS, INCORPORATED, an untried, unscientific organization. Through peculiar gifts of extra-sensory perception, its personnel could, their leader insisted, out-think and out-guess even the most deadly dictator in the history of mankind. Could it? It just might.
And it just might not.... But there was absolutely nothing to lose, and a free world (and a beautiful girl) to win. Captain Bors made his decision, and the loaded die was cast!