Conquest Over Time
"But us? What are we? They haven't the vaguest idea, and it scares hell out of them. The only thing they can do is check with one of the branches, what they call Horary Astrology, and make a horoscope of the day we landed. Even if that tells them nothing about us in particular at least it tells them, or so they believe, all about our mission to Mert. Because the moment our ship touched the ground was the birth date of our business here."
He paused and regarded Travis with woeful sympathy.
"With us, luckily, it was all right. The Mapping Command just happened to hit here on a good day. But you? Trav, old buddy, for once you came just too damn fast--"
"Oh my God," Travis breathed. "We landed on a bad day."
"Bad?" Horton sighed. "Man, it's terrible."
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"You see," Horton said as they drove into the town, "not a soul on the streets. This is not onl