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For seven weeks the _Constellation_ had been plunging through hyperspace / with her eight thousand colonists; fleeing like a hunted thing with her / communicators silenced and her drives moaning and thundering. Up in the / control room, Irene had been told, the needles of the dials danced / against the red danger lines day and night.
She lay in bed and listened to the muffled, ceaseless roar of the drives / and felt the singing vibration of the hull. _We should be almost safe by / now_, she thought. _Athena is only forty days away._