Gordon R Dickson - Sleepwalkers' World

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“Lucas,â€

Look for all these TOR books by Gordon R. Dickson

 

BEYOND THE DAR AL-HARB (coming in November 1985)

HOKA! (with Poul Anderson)

THE LAST MASTER

THE MAN FROM EARTH

THE OUTPOSTER PLANET RUN (with Keith Laumer)

THE PRITCHER MASS

SLEEPWALKERS’ WORLD

STEEL BROTHER (coming in December 1985)

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

 

SLEEPWALKERS’ WORLD

 

Copyright © 1971 by Gordon R. Dickson

 

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

 

A TOR Book

 

Published by Tom Doherty Associates

49 West 24 Street

New York, N.Y. 10010

 

Cover art by M. Morales

 

First TOR printing: July 1982 Second printing: September 1985

 

ISBN: 0-812-53556-1

CAN. ED.: 0-812-53557-X

 

Printed in the United States of America

“You want a soft and easy death, sheep?
Then go find other graves. On this hill, men die fighting

 

(Coruna el Man at the Massacre of Bawnpore)
“He With Scarsâ€

 

As he stepped through the door into the cosmonaut’s gym, the same dry smell of old sweat which the air system could never remove filled Martin Pu-Li’s nostrils, and a quarter gravity over Earth normal made his knees bend slightly. The brief case in his hand was suddenly unreasonably heavy. He straightened knees, back, and shoulders against the pull of the artificial gravity. He was no cosmonaut, but at forty-three he was still tall and athletic as ordinary men went—and it was only a quarter extra weight.

At the far end of the gym Rafe Harald was swarming up the climbing rope, using only his arms. Even with his sweat shirt off and his muscles standing out against the effort, his body did not look remarkable. The body of a systems programmer who played a fair amount of handball, perhaps. Martin walked to the foot of the rope.

“Rafe,â€

 

They spoke only once more on the half-hour trip.

“You evidently know me,â€