But on Hebron it was not the death of the Aluit which turned my heart to stone, but my part in dooming the colonists themselves. On Old Earth they had a word for what I was—quisling. For, although Hebron was not my world, the settlers who had fled there had done so for reasons as clear as those of my ancestors who signed the Covenant of Life on the Old Earth island of Maui. But I was waiting. And in my waiting I acted…in all senses of the word.
