m,
infuriated. He had never seen anyone so infuriated.

He said, "Look, darling. If I had backed out of this, the way you
want, you think you'd be happy. But you wouldn't. You want a man, not
a coward."

"I want a _live_ man! Not a dead hero."

He shook his head stubbornly. "You mentioned the organization. All
right, they sent us to do a job here. They can't move in the
West-world until they know where the Sov-world stands. They can't
afford an attack, a sudden heating up of the Frigid Fracas, right in
the middle of the confusion of a socio-economic change. They've got to
know how the Sov-world stands, what it will do. They've got to know
about this so-called underground, and the religious revival stuff out
there in Siberia."

"You've been discovered," she said hotly. "They can send somebody
else."

He was still stubborn. "No. There's a leak. If they send somebody
else, the same thing will happen. And the next man might not be as
much of a potential opponent to such as Sandor Rakoczi as even I am.
If I run now, the West loses prestige, and the movement sponsored by
Holland and Hodgson and the rest of us, loses prestige, too. Somewhere
in Budapest, is some kind of a group that is watching us. We don't
know who, or where, or what they stand for, but we can't afford to
lose prestige with them."

"We're not exactly going to gain it, when and if this official
assassin kills you." She looked down at the wicked knife, and
shuddered. "Oh, Joe, your mercenary career is over. Miraculously, you
stayed alive for fifteen years through it all. From the Rank Private
all the way up to Rank Major. Now at long last, you're an Upper.
You're not going to throw it all away, now."

He could say nothing.

She stamped a foot in uncharacteristic fury. "You silly clod. Suppose
you do win? Don't you see? They'll simply send another killer after
you. They're out to get you, Joe Mauser. Don't you see you can't win
against the whole Sov-world? Next time, possibly they won't be quite
so formal. Possibly a few footpads in the streets. Do you think they
haven't the resources to kill a single man?"

The side of his mouth twitched. "I'm sure they have. But it will give
me a few days before they come up with something else. It'd be too
conspicuous if I fought their top duelist one day, and then was cut
down on the streets the next."

She spun, in a fury, and all but ran from the room and from his
apartment.

Joe looked after her ruefully.