NINETEEN: UNDER SIEGE
A gentle voice was speaking. Momo emerged by degrees from the depths of a dreamless sleep, feeling wonderfully rested and refreshed.
″Momo isn't to blame,″ she heard the voice say, ″but you, Cassiopeia - you should have known better.″
Momo opened her eyes. Professor Hora was sitting at the little table in front of the sofa, looking ruefully down at the tortoise.
″Didn't it occur to you,″ he went on, ″that the men in gray might follow you?″
There wasn't room on Cassiopeia's shell for all she had to say, so she had to reply in three installments:
I CAN ONLY SEE - HALF AN HOUR AHEAD - TOO LATE BY THEN.
Professor Hora sighed and shook his head. ″Oh, Cassiopeia, Cassiopeia, even I find you puzzling sometimes.″
Momo sat up. ″Ah, our guest is awake,″ Professor Hora said kindly.
″I hope you're feeling better?″ ″Much better, thank you,″ said Momo. ″Please excuse me for falling asleep on your sofa.″
The professor smiled. ″It's quite all right, you've no need to apologize.
Cassiopeia has already brought me up to date on anything I failed to see through my omnivision glasses.″
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