Helen said in weak protest, "You're spoiling me, Lin." "It will do you good," Chao Lin returned. Merrihew, in a sudden surge of fury and frustration, exploded, "Damn it, Lin, you're making it all worse. He'll die when we go into overdrive, you know as well as I do!" Helen sat up, clutching Robin protectively. "Are you proposing to drown him like a kitten?" "Helen, I'm not proposing anything. I'm stating a fact." "But it's not a fact. He won't die in overdrive because he won't be aboard when we go into overdrive!" Merrihew looked at Lin helplessly, but his face softened. "Shall we--put him to sleep and bury him here?" The woman's face turned white. "No!" she cried in passionate protest, and Lin bent to disengage her frantic grip. "Helen, you'll hurt him. Put him down. There." Merrihew looked down at her, troubled, and said, "We can't just abandon him to die slowly, Helen--" "Who says I'm going to abandon him?" Merrihew asked slowly, "Are you planning to desert?" He added, after a minute, "There's a chance he'll survive. After all, his very birth was against all medical precedent. Maybe--" "Captain--" Helen sounded desperate. "Even drugged, no child under ten has ever endured the shift into hyperspace drive. A newborn would die in seconds." She clasped Robin to her again, and said, "It's the only way--you have Lin for a doctor, Reynolds can handle my collateral duties. This planet is uninhabited, the climate is mild, we couldn't possibly starve." Her face, so gentle, was suddenly like rock. "Enter my death in the log, if you want to." Merrihew looked from Helen to Lin, and said, "Helen, you're insane!" She said, "Even if I'm sane now, I wouldn't be long if I had to abandon Robin." The wild note had died out of her voice, and she spoke rationally, but inflexibly. "Captain Merrihew, to get me aboard the _Starholm_, you will have to have me drugged or taken by force; I promise you I won't go any other way. And if you do that--and if Robin is left behind, or dies in overdrive--just so you will have my services as a doctor--then I solemnly swear that I will kill myself at the first opportunity." "My God," said Merrihew, "you _are_ insane!" Helen gave a very tiny shrug. "Do you want a madwoman aboard?" Chao Lin said quietly, "Captain, I don't see any other way. We would have had to arrange it that way if Helen had actually died in childbirth. Of two unsatisfactory solutions, we must choose the least harmful." And Merrihew knew that he had no real choice. "I still think you're both crazy," he blustered, but it was surrender, and Helen knew it. Ten days after the _Starholm_ took off, young Colin Reynolds, technician, committed suicide by the messy procedure of slicing his jugular artery, which--in zero gravity--distributed several quarts of blood in big round globules all over his cabin. He left an incoherent note.