Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 274: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“Wait—he’s still alive, mam! He’s sitting up!” Daryesh forced the shaking body to hands and knees. He felt its sickness, wretched and cold in throat and nerves and muscles, and he felt the roiling of fear and urgency in the brain. These were enemies. There was death for a world and a civilization here. Most of all, he felt the horrible numbness of the nervous system, deaf and dumb and blind, cut off in its house of bone and peering out through five weak senses. Vwyrdda, Vwyrdda, he was a prisoner in a brain without a telepathy transceiver lobe. He was a ghost reincarnated in a thing that was half a corpse! Strong arms helped him to his feet. “That was a foolish thing to try,” said the woman's cool voice. Daryesh felt strength flowing back as the nerves and muscular and endocrine systems found a new balance, as his mind took over and fought down the gibbering madness which had been Laird. He drew a shuddering breath. Air in his nostrils after—how long? How long had he been dead? His eyes focused on the woman. She was tall and handsome. Ruddy hair spilled from under a peaked cap, wide-set blue eyes regarded him frankly out of a face sculptured in clean lines and strong curves and fresh young coloring. For a moment he thought of Doma, and the old sickness rose ... then he throttled it and looked again at the woman and smiled. lt was an insolent grin, and she stiffened angrily. “Who are you, Solman?” she asked. The meaning was clear enough to Daryesh, who had his — host’s—memory patterns and linguistic habits as well as those of Vwyrdda. He replied steadily, “Lieutenant John Laird of the Imperial Solar Navy, at your service. And your name?” “You are exceeding yourself,” she replied with frost in her voice. “But since | will wish to question you at length ... | CORniclooo SS (SO)