22 The old man remained calm and asked of Morn's
safety. "Our young Lord," he said, "is having a bad time. Can you call
him, sir? At a time like this, the words of a true friend can have
tremendous meaning to a man."
23 "I'll see if I can get through," North assured him. "You can use the
other communicator if you like, to spread the word to your people. But
tell them this is one murder that will not go unpunished. We'll find
them and destroy them ...I SWEAR it!"
24 "Thank you, young lord," said The Old Hashon, "our people are rarely
promised justice." North went to his room and put in a call to Morn.
The circuit was busy, so he told the operator to put him next in line.
The operator told him he had been given priority. Ten minutes later the
communicator buzzed, and when North switched on, Morn appeared on the
viewer.
25 "You've heard?" Morn asked. "It hasn't hit the news yet, and the
communicator has been buzzing endlessly. Some of these people are so
phony in expressing their sympathies, I'd like to beam them!"
26 "I know," agreed North, "I had the same problem. But for you, of
course it's harder. But I'll tell you this, Morn...I've got friends on
this and we'll find out. I don't care how long it takes, we'll find
them and we'll get them. If we can't do it legally, there's other ways."
27 "I think you will," Morn told him, "You're one of the few people to
say something like that that I believe. But don't get yourself in
trouble, North. If you DO find anything out, let me know before you
act. Do you understand me, North?"
28 This was the closest that North had ever seen his friend to being
angry. The look in Morn's eyes frightened him, and there was not much
that frightened North. "You'll be there, Morn! Don't worry, I promise."
29 "You're a good friend, North," Morn replied with a smile, "and I've
got damned few of them. Don't go so fast