swung on his brother viciously. "I will tell you what I'm going to
do," he grated, hitting each word hard, like knuckles rapping the
table. "I'm going to take you to the plane. If you won't come, my
pilot and I will drag you. When we get to Washington, we'll take you
to the Center. If you won't sign the necessary releases, I'll forge
them. I'll bribe two witnesses who will swear in the face of death by
torture that they saw you signing. I'll buy out the doctors that can
do the job, and if they won't do it, I'll sweat them down until they
_will_."

* * * * *

He slammed the glass down on the table, feeling his heart pounding in
his throat, feeling the pain creep up. "I've got lots of things on
lots of people, and I can get things done when I want them done.
People don't fool with me in Washington any more, because when they do
they get their fingers burned off at the knuckles. For Christ sake,
Paul, I knew you were stubborn but I didn't think you were
block-headed stupid!"

Paul shrugged, apologetically. "I'm impressed, Dan. Really."

"You don't think I can do it?" Dan roared.

"Oh, no doubt you _could_. But such a lot of trouble for an unwilling
victim. And I'm your brother, Dan. Remember?"

Dan Fowler spread his hands in defeat, then sank down in the chair.
"Paul, tell me _why_."

"I don't want to be rejuvenated." As though he were saying, "I don't
want any sugar in my coffee."

"Why not? If I could only see why, if I knew what was going through
your mind, maybe I could understand. But I can't."

Dan looked up at Paul, practically pleading. "You're _needed_. I had a
tape from Lijinsky last month--do you know what he said? He said why
couldn't you have come to Starship ten years earlier? Nobody knows
that ship like you do, you're making it go. That ship can take men to
the stars, now, with rejuvenation, and the same men can come back
again to find the same people waiting for them when they get here.
They can _live_ that long, now. We've been tied down to seventy years
of life, to a tight little universe of one sun and nine planets for
thousands of years. Well, we can change that now. We can go out.
That's what your work can do for us." He stared helplessly at his
brother. "You could go out on that ship you're building, Paul. You've
always wanted to. _Why not?_"

Paul looked across at him for a long moment. There was pity in his
eyes. There was also hatred there, and victory,