Adventures in the Far Future & Tales of Outer Space — page 278: what you’re looking at

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Scooping up the stolen rifle, Daryesh fired a chattering burst at the group that swarmed around the edge of the pyramid. They tumbled like jointed dolls, screaming in the death- white moonlight. Bullets howled around him and ricocheted off the boat hull. He got the lock open as they retreated for another charge. For an instant his teeth flashed under the moon, the cold grin of Daryesh the warrior who had ruled a thousand suns in his day and led the fleets of Vwyrdda. “Farewell, my _ lovelies,” he murmured, and_ the remembered syllables of the old planet were soft on his tongue. Slamming the lock behind him, he ran to the control room, letting John Laird’s almost unconscious habits carry him along. He got off to a clumsy start. But then he was climbing for the sky, free and away— A fist slammed tnto his back, tossed him in his pilot chair to the screaming roar of sundered metal. Gods, O gods, the Janyards had fired a heavy ship’s gun; they’d scored a direct hit on his engines and the boat was whistling groundward again. Grimly, he estimated that the Initial impetus had given him a good trajectory, that he’d come down in the hills about a hundred miles north of the valley. But then he'd have to run for it, they'd be after him like beasts of prey in their ship— and John Laird would not be denied. Muscles were twitching and sinews tightening and throat mumbling insanity as the resurgent personality fought to regain itself. That was one battle he’d have to have out soon! Well—mentally, Daryesh shrugged. At worst, he could Surrender to the Janyards, make common cause with them. It really didn’t matter who won this idiotic litthe war. He had other things to do. CORniclooo SS CO