He smiled with the cold mirthlessness that always reminded Humbolt of his father⁠—of the Lake who had been the Constellation ’s lieutenant commander. “According to the books the Gerns never did try to make it a secret that when a Gern doctor or biologist cuts into the muscles or organs of a non-Gern to see what makes them tick, he wants them to be still alive and ticking as he does so.”

Seventeen-year-old Don Chiara spoke, to say slowly, thoughtfully:

“Slavery and vivisection.⁠ ⁠… If the Gerns should come now when there are so few of us, and if we should fight the best we could and lose, it would be better for whoever was the last of us left to put a knife in the hearts of the women and children than to let the Gerns have them.”

No one made any answer. There was no answer to make, no alternative to suggest.