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esponded.
“Okay, go back earlier.” A moment later, he asked her again, “What’s that?”
“That’s just a lot of confusion. I’m in a cabin with a lot of other people. Something
urgent is going on.”
Hubbard asked her to talk more about it. Eltringham began to see the incident more
clearly. “We were in some kind of spaceship,” she said. “We were under attack and—oh
my God!—I can see a planet down there! And the planet’s on re! And something is
shooting at us and—oh my God!—the spaceship exploded!”
Hubbard asked her to tell the story several more times to destimulate the incident.
Then he asked Eltringham how she was feeling.
“I’m fine, sir.”
Hubbard screwed up his eyes again. “Do you have any other thoughts about it?”
Eltringham realized that he was looking for a oating needle, but she wasn’t able to
give it to him.
“Okay, one more question. Are you a loyal officer?”
“I don’t know what you mean by that,” Eltringham said. “I’m loyal to you, and I’m an
officer.”
Hubbard said, “All right, that’s as far as we’ll go this time.”
Eltringham walked up on the deck and tried to take in what Hubbard meant.
Suddenly it came to her. Hubbard wasn’t talking about the present. He was referring to
the time in her visualization. Some catastrophe must have happened. Eltringham
realized that it must have been her planet that was being attacked, and she had been
trying to save it.
A few minutes later, Hubbard came up on deck and stood beside her. She turned to
him and said, “Yep, you’re right, sir. I was a loyal officer. I am.”
Hubbard beamed.
THE AVON RIVER WAS traveling down the east side of Corsica when Hubbard gathered his
crew and read them a new revelation. Nearby, in the north of Corsica, there was an
underground space station, he said. He even provided the coordinates. There, a secret
doorway would open by a palm print on the lock—but only one person’s hand would do
the trick. Hubbard smiled suggestively, without saying whose hand that would be. The
rock face would slide open, revealing an immense cavern harboring a mother ship and
hundreds of smaller craft, all fueled and ready to go.
The space station would remain undiscovered, however. Word arrived that the Royal
Scotman had run into trouble with the port authorities in Valencia, where Hubbard had
hoped to make a permanent base. He furiously abandoned the expedition and ordered
the Avon River to make haste to Valencia before the Royal Scotman was forcibly expelled
from the Spanish harbor. The crew was bitterly disappointed that they would miss
uncovering the space station. “If there’s time, we’ll come back,” Hubbard promised.
After making amends with the port captain in Valencia, Hubbard threw a party to
report on the Mission into Time. He was loud and aected, in what Eltringham