To the Galactic Rim: The John Grimes Saga Read Online Free PDF

depend for the survival of her crew upon the survival of hosts of other air-breathing organisms.”
    “Straight from the book,” he said. Then, puzzled, “But for a . . .” He hesitated.
    “But for a woman, or for a purser, or for a mere merchant officer I know too much,” she finished for him. “But I can read, you know. And when I was in the Sundowner Line, I, as well as all the other officers, was supposed to keep up with all the latest Survey Service publications.”
    “But why?” he asked.
    “But why not? We’ll have a Navy of our own, one day. Just stick around, Admiral.”
    “Secession?” he inquired, making it sound like a dirty word.
    “Once again—why not?”
    “It’d never work,” he told her.
    “The history of Earth is full of secessions that did work. So is the history of Interstellar Man. The Empire of Waverley, for example. The Duchy of Waldegren, for another—although that’s one that should have come to grief. We should all of us be a great deal happier if it had.”
    “Federation policy . . .” he began.
    “Policy, shmolicy! Don’t let’s be unkind to the Waldegrenese, because as long as they’re in being they exercise a restraining influence upon the Empire of Waverley and the Rim Worlds . . .” Her pace slackened. Grimes noticed that they were passing through the alleyway in which she and her staff were accommodated. She went on, “But all this talking politics is thirsty work. Come in for a couple of drinks before lunch.”
    “Thank you. But, Jane”—she didn’t seem to have noticed the use of her given name—“I don’t think that either of us is qualified to criticize the handling of foreign and colonial affairs.”
    “Spoken like a nice, young, well-drug-up future admiral. Oh, I know, I know. You people are trained to be the musclemen of the Federation. Yours not to reason why, yours but to do and die, and all the rest of it. But I’m a Rim Worlder—and out on the Rim you learn to think for yourself.” She slid her door open. “Come on in. This is Liberty Hall—you can spit on the mat and call the cat a bastard.”
    Her accommodation was a suite rather than a mere cabin. It was neither as large nor as well fitted as the Captain’s, but it was better than the Chief Officer’s quarters, in which Grimes had already been a guest. He looked with interest at the holograms on the bulkhead of the sitting room. They were—but in an altogether different way—as eye-catching as Captain Craven’s had been. There was one that was almost physically chilling, that induced the feeling of utter cold and darkness and loneliness. It was the night sky of some planet—a range of dimly seen yet sharply serrated peaks bisecting a great, pallidly glowing, lenticulate nebula. “Home, sweet home,” murmured the girl, seeing what he was looking at. “The Desolation Mountains on Faraway, with the Galactic Lens in the background.”
    “And you feel homesick for that? ”
    “Darn right I do. Oh, not all the time. I like warmth and comfort as well as the next woman. But . . .” She laughed. “Don’t stand around gawking—you make the place look untidy. Pull yourself into a chair and belay the buttocks.”
    He did so, watching her as she busied herself at the liquor cabinet. Suddenly, in these conditions of privacy, he was acutely conscious of the womanliness of her. The rather tight and rather short shorts, as she bent away from him, left very little to the imagination. And her legs, although slender, were full where they should be full, with the muscles working smoothly under the golden skin. He felt the urge, which he sternly suppressed, to plant a kiss in the delectable hollow behind each knee. She turned suddenly. “Here! Catch!” He managed to grab the bulb that was hurtling toward his face, but a little of the wine spurted from the nipple and struck him in the right eye. When his vision cleared he saw that she was seated opposite him, was laughing (at or with him?). At,