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The Antiquities Commission

        nowhere, and we became separated. I was already headed back to the
        tunnel, so I kept my bearing and made it. The commission decided
        that I had abandoned my group. That was the end of my career at the
        museum. Too bad: I’m certain I know where a huge artifact cache is
        located.”
          Trelim had been  in no mood to commiserate.  “So  what? Maybe
        you know and probably you don’t. You any good with a slurry tank? I
        know a place that has a few openings.”
          “I’m going back up there, with or without permission. It’s the only
        way  to  get  back  my  position.  If  I  can  present  the  museum  with  a
        fantastic discovery, then they will have to reinstate me. This time I
        won’t come up in the wrong place.”
          “And you want a digger, someone who isn’t so choosy about who
        he’s working with, eh?”
          “Precisely,”  Ozok  had  warbled,  checking  the  den  for  inquisitive
        sense organs. “I’m taking a big chance even mentioning it to you.”
          “Seems like this would be very important to you. And very risky
        for anyone willing to help you.”
          ‘Yes, yes. I’m sinking everything I have into this venture. I’ll give
        you  a  thousand  shells,  half  now  and  half  when  we  return.  No
        haggling: I need the rest to pay for provisions and gear.”
          The deal was made, Trelim’s skepticism overcome by cash in hand.
        Ozok left it to him to come up with the necessary equipment; the
        archaeologist felt he was too well-known to go shopping even in a
        used outfitter’s store.
          And here they were, after days of following old passageways and
        carving out new ones, just below and to the south of the rim of the
        Blue  Crater.  With  no  other  topic  to  discuss  during  their  final  rest
        period, Ozok discoursed upon the importance of what he expected
        to find.
          “Most  Martians,”  he  had  told  his  unappreciative  audience,  “are
        convinced  that  their  race  has  always  lived  underground,  and  are
        perfectly  suited  for  their  environment.  It  was  not  until  the  lowgas
        concentrator  was  invented  that  the  first  brave  explorers  dared  to
        challenge  that  received  opinion.  First  they  had  to  prove  that  an
        upside-down,  inside-out  world  existed  beyond  our  accepted
        boundaries.  Many  did  not  return,  confirming  the  superstition  that
        these ventures violated natural law, and should be forbidden. Then

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