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Title: Cry from a Far Planet

Author: Tom Godwin

Illustrator: Martinez

Release Date: December 10, 2007 [EBook #23799]

Language: English

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CRY FROM A
FAR PLANET

By TOM GODWIN

ILLUSTRATOR MARTINEZ

* * * * *

_The problem of separating the friends from the enemies was a major one
in the conquest of space as many a dead spacer could have testified. A
tough job when you could see an alien and judge appearances; far tougher
when they were only whispers on the wind._

* * * * *

_A smile of friendship is a baring of the teeth. So is a snarl of
menace. It can be fatal to mistake the latter for the former._

_Harm an alien being only under circumstances of self-defense._

_TRUST NO ALIEN BEING UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES._

--From _Exploration Ship's Handbook_.

He listened in the silence of the Exploration ship's control room. He
heard nothing but that was what bothered him; an ominous quiet when
there should have been a multitude of sounds from the nearby village
for the viewscreen's audio-pickups to transmit. And it was more than six
hours past the time when the native, Throon, should have come to sit
with him outside the ship as they resumed the laborious attempt to learn
each other's language.

[Illustration: Was the cat native to the planet, or to his imagination?]

The viewscreen was black in the light of the control room, even though
it was high noon outside. The dull red sun was always invisible through
the world's thick atmosphere and to human eyes full day was no more than
a red-tinged darkness.

He switched on the ship's outside floodlights and the viewscreen came to
bright white life, showing the empty glades reaching away between groves
of purple alien trees. He noticed, absently, that the trees seemed to
have changed a little