The planet was still invisibly small where Elephant brought us out. The protosun looked about the same.

A protosun is the fetus of a star: a thin mass of gas and dust, brought together by slow eddies in interstellar magnetic fields or by the presence of a Trojan point in some loose cluster of stars, which is collapsing and contracting due to gravity. I'd found material on protosuns in the ship's library, but it was all astronomical data; nobody had ever been near one for a close look. In theory the Fast Protosun must be fairly well along in its evolution, since it was glowing at the center.

«There it is,» said Elephant «Two days away at one gee.»

«Good. We can do our instrument checks on the way. Strap down.»

With the fusion motor pushing us smoothly along, Elephant went back to the scope, and I started checking the other instruments. One thing stood out like a beacon.

«Elephant. Have you noticed in me a tendency to use profanity for emphasis?»

«Not really. Why?»

«It's goddamn radioactive out there.»

«Could you be a little more specific, sir?»

«Our suit shields would break down in three days. The extension bubble would go in twenty hours.»

«Okay, add it to your list. Any idea what's causing it?»

«Not one.» I made a note on my list, then went back to work. We were in no danger; the GP hull would protect us from anything but impact with something big.

«No asteroid belts,» said Elephant. «Meteor density zero, as far as I can tell. No other planets.»

«The interstellar gas may clean away anything small at these speeds.»

«One thing's for sure, Bey. I've got my money's worth. This is a damn funny system.»

«Yeah. Well, we missed lunch. Shall we get dinner?»

«Philistine.»

Elephant ate fast. He was back at the telescope before I was ready for coffee. Watching him move, I was again reminded of a juggernaut, but he'd never shown as much determination when I knew him on Earth. If a hungry kzinti had been standing between him and the telescope, he'd have left footprints in fur.

But the only thing that could get in his way out here was me.

«Can't get a close look at the planet,» said Elephant, «but it looks polished.»

«Like a billiard ball?»

«Just that. I don't see any sign of an atmosphere.»

«How about blast craters?»

«Nothing.»

«They should be there.»

«This system's pretty clean of meteors.»

«But the space around us shouldn't be. And at these speeds —»

«Uh huh. That better go on your list.»

I wrote it down.

We slept on the disaster couches. In front of me were the yellow lights of the control panel; the stars glowed red through one side window, blue through the other. I stayed awake for a long time, staring through the forward window into the red darkness of the protosun. The window was opaque, but I saw the dark red blur clearly in my imagination.

The radiation held steady all through the next day. I did some more thorough checking, using temperature readings and deep radar on both sun and planet. Everywhere I looked was a new anomaly.

«This star definitely shouldn't be glowing yet. It's too spread out; the gas should be too thin for fusion.»

«Is it hot enough to glow?»

«Sure. But it shouldn't be.»

«Maybe the theories on protosuns are wrong.»

«Then they're way wrong.»

«Put it on your list.»

And, an hour later:

«Elephant.»

«Another peculiarity?»

«Yeah.»

From under shaggy brows Elephant's eyes plainly told me he was getting sick of peculiarities.

«According to the deep-radar shadow, this planet doesn't have any lithosphere. It's worn right down to what ought to be the magma but isn't because it's so cold out here.»

«Write it down. How many entries have you got?»

«Nine.»

«Is any one of them worth paying two hundred kilostars to know about beforehand?»

«The radiation, maybe, if we didn't have a GP hull.»

«But,» said Elephant, glaring out at the huge, dark disk, «they knew we had a GP hull. Bey, can anything get through a General Products hull?»

«Light, like a laser beam. Gravity, like tides crushing you into the nose of a ship when you get too close to a neutron star. Impact won't harm the hull, but it'll kill what's inside.»

«Maybe the planet's inhabited. The more I think about it, the more sure I am it came from outside. Nothing in the galaxy could have given it this velocity. It's diving through the plane of the galaxy; it wouldn't have to push in from the rim.»

«Okay. What do we do if someone shoots a laser at us?»

«We perish, I think. I had reflective paint spread around the cabin, except for the windows, but the rest of the hull is transparent.»

«We can still get into hyperspace from here. And for the next twenty hours. Afterward we'll be too close to the planet.»

I went right to sleep that night, being pretty tired despite the lack of exercise. Hours later I slowly realized that I was being examined. I could see it through my closed eyelids; I could feel the heat of the vast red glare, the size of the angry eye, the awful power of the mind behind it. I tried to struggle away, smacked my hand on something, and woke with a shock.

I lay there in the red darkness. The edge of the protosun peeked through a window. I could feel its hostile glare.

I said, «Elephant.»

«Mngl?»

«Nothing.» Morning would be soon enough.

Morning.

«Elephant, would you do me a favor?»

«Sure. You want Dianna? My right arm? Shave off my beard?»

«I'll keep Sharrol, thanks. Put on your suit, will you?»

«Sure, that makes sense. We aren't nearly uncomfortable enough just because we closed off the bubble.»

«Right. And because I'm a dedicated masochist, I'm going to put my suit on this instant. Now, I hate to enjoy myself alone …»

«You got the wind up?»

«A little. Just enough.»

«Anything for a friend. You go first.»

There was just room to get our suits on one at a time. If the inner air lock door hadn't been open, there wouldn't have been that. We tried leaving our helmets thrown back, but they got in our way against the crash couches. So we taped them to the window in front of us.

I felt better that way, but Elephant clearly thought I'd flipped. «You sure you wouldn't rather eat with your helmet on?»

«I hate suit food syrup. We can reach our helmets if we get a puncture.»

«What puncture? We're in a General Products hull!»

«I keep remembering that the Outsiders knew that.»

«We've been through that.»

«Let's go through it again. Assume they thought we might be killed anyway if we weren't prepared. Then what?»

«Gronk.»

«Either they expected us to go out in suits and get killed, or they know of something that can reach through a General Products hull.»

«Or both. In which case the suits do us no good at all. Bey, do you know how long it's been since a General Products hull failed?»

«I've never heard of it happening at all.»

«It never has. The puppeteers offer an enormous guarantee in case one does. Something in the tens of millions if someone dies as a result.»

«You're dead right. I've been stupid. Go ahead and take off your suit.»

Elephant turned to look at me. «And you?»

«I'll keep mine on. Do you believe in hunches?»

«No.»

«Neither do I. Except just this once.»

Elephant shrugged his shaggy eyebrows and went back to his telescope. By then we were six hours out from the nameless planet and decelerating.

«I think I've found an asteroid crater,» he said presently.

«Let's see.» I had a look. «Yeah, I think you're right. But it's damn near disappeared.»

He took the telescope back. «It's round enough. Almost has to be a crater. Bey, why should it be so eroded?»