there is no other way to do the thing he feels must be done, and— 

 Two: he knows that he will pay the penalty for his crime in one way or another. 

 Sebastian MacMaine knew the operations of those laws. As a member of a self-enslaved society, he knew that to betray any sign of intelligence was dangerous. A slight slip could bring the scorn of the slaves around him; a major offense could mean death. The war with Keroth had thrown him slightly off balance, but after his one experience with General Matsukuo, he had quickly regained his equilibrium. 

 At the end of his work day, MacMaine closed his desk and left his office precisely on time, as usual. Working overtime, except in the gravest emergencies, was looked upon as antisocialism. The offender was suspected of having Ambition—obviously a Bad Thing. 

 It was during his meal at the Officers' Mess that Colonel Sebastian MacMaine heard the statement that triggered the decision in his mind. 

 There were three other officers seated with MacMaine around one of the four-place tables in the big room. MacMaine only paid enough attention to the table conversation to be able to make the appropriate noises at the proper times. He had long since learned to do his thinking under cover of general banalities. 

 Colonel VanDeusen was a man who would never have made Private First Class in an army that operated on a strict merit system. His thinking was muddy, and his conversation betrayed it. All he felt comfortable in talking about was just exactly what he had been taught. Slogans, banalities, and bromides. He knew his catechism, and he knew it was safe. 

 "What I mean is, we got nothing to worry about. We all stick together, and we can do anything. As long as we don't rock the boat, we'll come through O.K." 

 "Sure," said Major Brock, looking up from his plate in blank-faced surprise. "I mean, who says different?" 

 "Guy on my research team," said VanDeusen, plying his fork industriously. "A wise-guy second looie. One of them." 

 "Oh," said the major knowingly. "One of them." He went back to his meal. 

 "What'd he say?" MacMaine asked, just to keep his oar in. 

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