Produced by Greg Weeks, Dianna Adair and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net [Illustration] _Thorus, the vengeful, had determined_ his _way. Aria, the healer, had determined_ her _way. Which determined this classic meeting of the twain._ CIRCLE _OF FLIGHT_ By Richard E. Stockham Illustrated by Ed Emsh It seemed they had argued for years as they were arguing tonight. The man paced back and forth chain-smoking cigarettes; the woman sat motionless, watching him. They glanced at their watches with fearful eyes. They heard, with acutely alert ears, the goings and comings of people in the hall; heard the shattering blast of rockets in the sky above the city. And they argued. "So you're going through with it tonight," he said heavily, "in your own way." "Yes." "Perhaps I should stop you." He crushed out his cigarette. "If the police were to hear--" "No!" The word was thrown at him. "I know you don't mean that. But it's unworthy of you even to say it." She covered her face with nervous hands. "After all I _am_ your wife." He stood over her, his lips tight. There was something of the fragile, finely made puppet about her, he thought, as though she had been refashioned a hundred times by some artisan seeking after perfect delicacy and precision. He softened momentarily. "Come with me then," he said. "No." "Why? Why?" "Your way is _wrong_." "We're the last two leaders of the opposition alive." His voice came swiftly and low. "The authority's beaten us. Their setup for killing, imprisonment, bribery and blackmail functions too well. Our whole organization's been scattered like matchsticks. The police are closing in on us. We're finished here on earth. We'll be lucky if we're killed quickly." He waited a moment for his words to take effect. "We go along together that far." She stood, clasping her hands. "Of course. Of course." "Look. I know you've finished that damned contraption of yours that'll take you into the atoms. I know you've been working on it for years. But I've been working too. My ship's been ready to take off into super-space for two days. But I haven't gone. I've been waiting for you. To wait at a time like this is to ask for death or worse. Now I demand you give up this insane idea of going into the atoms. You've got to come with me." "I've told you I can't escape with you out into the macrocosm. It's not my _way_!"