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"What makes everyone so sure that they have an outpost somewhere?
Couldn't they be working right at the main source, sir?"
"They could, but for some reason they are not. As for how we know that
much, it's information received." Ashe smiled thinly. "No, the source is
much farther back in time than their halfway post. But if we find that,
then we can trail them. So we plant men in suitable eras and hope for
the best. That's a good weapon you have there, Murdock. Are you willing
to wear it in earnest?"
The inflection in that question caught Ross's full attention. His gray
eyes met those blue ones. This was it--at long last.
"Right away?"
Ashe picked up a belt of bronze plates strung together with chains, a
twin to that Ross had seen worn by the wolf slayer. He held it out to
the younger man. "You can take your trial run any time--tomorrow."
Ross drew a deeper breath. "Where--to when?"
"An island which will later be Britain. When? About two thousand B.C.
Beaker traders were beginning to open their stations there.
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