Transcriber's note:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the United Statescopyright on this publication was renewed.

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MEET TRIGGER ARGEE....

Half a block from the shopping center, a rowof spacers on planet-leave came rollickingcheerily toward her.... Trigger shifted towardthe edge of the sidewalk to let them pass.As the line swayed up on her left, there was ashadowy settling of an aircar at the curb to herright.

With loud outcries of glad recognition andwhoops of laughter, the line swung in abouther, close. Bodies crowded against her, a handwas clapped over her mouth. Other hands heldher arms. Her feet came off the ground and shehad a momentary awareness of being rushedexpertly forward.

There was a lurching twist as the aircar shotupward.

SHE'S ABOUT TO ENTER THEMYSTERY OF HER LIFE, IN

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Also by James H. Schmitz

THE DEMON BREED
THE UNIVERSE AGAINST HER

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ACE
SCIENCE
FICTION

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JAMES H. SCHMITZ

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LEGACY

Originally published as
A TALE OF TWO CLOCKS

An ACE Book

Cover art by Bob Adragna

First Ace printing: May 1979

Printed in U.S.A


This book is dedicated affectionately
to my father

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It was the time of sunrise in Ceyce, the White City,placidly beautiful capital of Maccadon, the UniversityWorld of the Hub.

In the Colonial School's sprawling five-milecomplex of buildings and tropical parks, the secondstudent shift was headed for breakfast, whilea larger part of the fourth shift moved at a moreleisurely rate toward their bunks. The school'sorganized activities were not much affected bythe hour, but the big exercise quadrangle wasalmost deserted for once. Behind the railing of thefiring range a young woman stood by herself, gunin hand, waiting for the automatic range monitorto select a new string of targets for release.

She was around twenty-four, slim and trim inthe school's comfortable hiking outfit. Tan shirtand knee-length shorts, knee stockings, soft-soledshoes. Her sun hat hung on the railing, and thedawn wind whipped strands of shoulder-length,modishly white-silver hair along her cheeks. Sheheld a small, beautifully worked handgun looselybeside her—the

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