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I was saying, Morgan, looks like you got yourself in a hole."
"You mean this valley? Yes, I'm having a little trouble getting out. Is there a path?"
"Afraid not," said Ezzy.
"Well, where can I climb out?"
"If you can't do it at them places I watched you try, you can't do it nowhere," said Ezzy. Morgan was sure the goat was grinning at him.
"I hope I'm not violating your territory," he said rather stiffly.
"Matter of fact, you are," said the goat. "but that's okay, I saw you don't want to stay. I guess this place don't look much like home to you, does it? What Lontastan planet you from, anyhow?"
Morgan's grip on the stunner tightened. "What makes you think I'm a Lontastan?" he demanded.
"Cause you landed way up here, and cause you ain't calling for help. I guess some of your stuff ain't working, or you could get out, but some of it is, or you'd be freezing. So you could get help if you wanted to call the Primgranese."
This goat had a brain all right, Morgan thought tensely. But . . . although it could guess he was Lontastan, it could not be certain. Maybe it was trying to verify its suspicions by tricking him into admitting his identity, after which it would curry favor with its Primgranese masters by reporting his presence.
Morgan grinned. "With all respect for your territorial preferences, what would a Lontastan be doing in such a nowhere place as this?"
The goat waggled its head. "Humans hang around a lot of nowhere places. Like where there ain't even air."
There was a long pause.
At last Morgan said, "Your reasoning about my identity could be right, e