hazer

It would be good to have a Hazer once again.

The Hazer had moved the lantern again and he could not see.

Before the night was over the Hazer must be secure within the grave.

The Hazer spoke to her in the common tongue.

"You know, of course," the Hazer said, "the body will be gone."

The Hazer moved up a step or two.

Perhaps the writer had been one of the Hazer mystics, writing to his old friend, the philosopher.

The suddenly freed steer breaks out running, shadowed by the hazer.

He stood above the Hazer, getting up his nerve to bend and lift the body to place it on the sofa.

"I am not acquainted with it," said the Hazer.

The Hazer said, in horror, "But surely you have better."

He could remember back to that first day he had ever met a Hazer, when the five of them had come.

"No one told me," said the Hazer, speaking softly.

"My own planet is controlled," the Hazer said.

Enoch went through it and the Hazer followed.

"Two misspelled words," the Hazer told him, "and one little awkwardness.

When you wrote that, the Hazer diplomat had told him, just the night before, you wrote as one of us.

"It is a matter I regret," said the Hazer.

The Hazer would be arriving at about the same time as Ulysses and the three of them could spend a pleasant evening.

He stood a bit aghast at thinking of the Hazer as a friend, for more than likely the being itself was one he had never met.

"If you'll have me," said the, Hazer quietly, "I'd like to go with you."

"The Hazer could have told me," Enoch said, "where the body was.

"You said back there in the station," the Hazer said, "that you tried to understand the rest of us.

Did the Hazer have a ghost?

The Hazer watched him closely.