The Sentimental Agents in the Volyen Empire

klorathy to johor. from volyen.

The first thing I heard on my return was that Grice had been kidnapped by Motz. No ransom has been demanded. Questions include: Why Grice? Is Motz aware that Grice in his youth became a Sirian agent? If so, is it important? Is this kidnapping designed to frighten all the other ex- or 'sleeping' Sirian agents on Volyen? In other words, was this kidnapping inspired by some Sirian faction? Does the other nearby Sirian planet, Alput, know of this situation?

I hear that Alput and Motz are in serious disagreement over the invasion of Volyen.

Motz represents an almost pre-Ambien attitude to the effect that a Sirian takeover is by definition an advantage to the taken-over. Might is right. Sirius is good, other planets are all in need of her superior wisdom.

The faction on Alput currendy in ascendance debates endlessly about the Virtue.

Waiting for further information about Grice, I paid a visit to Incent. On my way in, our friend the hotelkeeper stopped me to say that he believed, on the basis of sounds coming from the inner room of Incent's convalescence, that Incent was 'off again.' And so it proved. He was lying on his back in the recliner, and contemplating with giggles, shouts of delight, groans, ecstasies of all kinds, the patterns of the upper part of the room, which he had set into violent motion. Revolving rhombohedrons, tripping tetrahedrons whirled in a dance with oscillating octoids, while Luminosity was set at Full and the Sound Gauge was on Singing of the Spheres, also at Full.

I switched off the apparatus and waited for him to stop writhing and gasping out cries and groans of 'Wow! Cool! Neat! Right on! Sensational! I am so moved?

He lay on his back staring at the now empty space at the top of the room.

'All right,' he said at last, 'there's no need to say it.'

'What are we going to do with you, Incent, what!'

'The thing is, I really do feel I have it in me to get well again; I really do believe that, Klorathy.'

'Very well, then. Do you want to stay here – only I might be gone quite a while, because poor Grice is giving us a lot of trouble – or do you want to come with me?'

'Oh, no, I don't think I could trust myself outside yet. It is wonderful in here. I really was feeling that I was coming to myself again. No, I'll be careful with the mathematicals.'

And so I left him.

Our agent on Motz (AM S) is trusted by Grice's captors; ironically he was a foundation member of the revolutionary group that now runs Motz, being at that time in a sentimental condition. He rapidly recovered, and found himself advantageously placed, from our point of view. I am waiting for a report from him.