In the innermost private office of steel, Brookings and DuQuesne stared at each other
ACROSS THE MASSIVE DESK. DUQUESNE'S VOICE WAS COLD, HIS BLACK BROWS WERE 
DRAWN TOGETHER.
"GET THIS, BROOKINGS, AND GET IT STRAIGHT. I'M SHOVING OFF AT TWELVE O'CLOCK 
TONIGHT. MY
ADVICE TO YOU IS TO LAY OFF RICHARD SEATON, ABSOLUTELY. DON'T DO A THING. 
NOTHING, UNDERSTAND?
JUST ENGRAVE THESE TWO WORDS UPON YOUR BRAIN— HOLD EVERYTHING. KEEP ON 
HOLDING IT
UNTIL I GET BACK, NO MATTER HOW LONG THAT MAY BE."
"I AM VERY MUCH SURPRISED AT YOUR CHANGE OF FRONT, DOCTOR. YOU ARE THE LAST 
MAN I WOULD
HAVE EXPECTED TO BE SCARED OFF AFTER ONE ENGAGEMENT."
"DON'T BE ANY MORE OF A FOOL THAN YOU HAVE TO, BROOKINGS. THERE'S A LOT OF 
DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN BEING SCARED AND KNOWING WHEN YOU ARE SIMPLY WASTING EFFORT. AS YOU 
REMEMBER, I
TRIED TO ABDUCT MRS. SEATON BY PICKING HER OFF WITH AN ATTRACTOR FROM A SPACE-
SHIP. I WOULD HAVE
BET THAT NOTHING COULD HAVE STOPPED ME. WELL, WHEN THEY LOCATED ME—
PROBABLY WITH AN
AUTOMATIC OSNOMIAN EMISSION DETECTOR—AND HEATED ME RED-HOT WHILE I WAS 
STILL BETTER THAN TWO
HUNDRED MILES UP, I KNEW THEN AND THERE THAT THEY HAD US STOPPED: THAT THERE 
WAS NOTHING WE
COULD DO EXCEPT GO BACK TO MY PLAN, ABANDON THE ABDUCTION IDEA, AND KILL THEM 
ALL. SINCE MY
PLAN WOULD TAKE TIME, YOU OBJECTED TO IT, AND SENT AN AIRPLANE TO DROP A FIVE-
HUNDRED-POUND BOMB
ON THEM. AIRPLANE, BOMB AND ALL, SIMPLY VANISHED. IT DIDN'T EXPLODE, YOU 
REMEMBER, JUST FLASHED
INTO LIGHT AND DISAPPEARED. THEN YOU PULLED SEVERAL MORE OF YOUR FOOL IDEAS, 
SUCH AS LONG-RANGE
BOMBARDMENT, AND SO ON. NONE OF THEM WORKED. STILL YOU'VE GOT THE NERVE TO 
THINK THAT YOU CAN
GET THEM WITH ORDINARY GUNMEN! I'VE DRAWN YOU DIAGRAMS AND SHOWN YOU 
FIGURES—I'VE TOLD YOU
IN GREAT DETAIL AND IN ONE-SYLLABLE WORDS EXACTLY WHAT WE'RE UP AGAINST. NOW I 
TELL YOU AGAIN THAT
THEY'VE GOT SOMETHING. IF YOU HAD THE BRAINS OF A LOUSE YOU WOULD KNOW 
THAT ANYTHING I
CAN'T DO WITH A SPACE-SHIP CAN'T BE DONE BY A MOB OF ORDINARY GANGSTERS. I'M 
TELLING YOU,
BROOKINGS, THAT YOU CAN'T DO IT. MY WAY IS ABSOLUTELY THE ONLY WAY THAT WILL 
WORK."
"BUT FIVE YEARS, DOCTOR!"
"I MAY BE BACK IN SIX MONTHS. BUT ON A TRIP OF THIS KIND ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, SO I 
AM
PLANNING ON BEING GONE FIVE YEARS. EVEN THAT MAY NOT BE ENOUGH—I AM 
CARRYING SUPPLIES FOR TEN
YEARS, AND THAT BOX OF MINE IN THE VAULT IS NOT TO BE OPENED UNTIL TEN YEARS 
FROM TODAY."
"BUT SURELY WE SHALL BE ABLE TO REMOVE THE OBSTRUCTIONS OURSELVES IN A FEW 
WEEKS. WE
ALWAYS HAVE."
"OH, QUIT KIDDING YOURSELF, BROOKINGS! THIS IS NO TIME FOR IDIOCY! YOU STAND 
JUST AS MUCH
CHANCE OF KILLING SEA-TON. . . ."
"PLEASE, DOCTOR, PLEASE DON'T TALK LIKE THAT!"
"STILL SQUEAMISH, EH? YOUR PUSSYFOOTING ALWAYS DID GIVE ME AN ACUTE PAIN. I'M 
FOR DIRECT
ACTION, WORD AND DEED, FIRST, LAST, AND ALL THE TIME. I REPEAT, YOU HAVE EXACTLY 
AS MUCH CHANCE OF
KILLING RICHARD SEATON AS A BLIND KITTEN HAS."
"HOW DO YOU ARRIVE AT THAT CONCLUSION, DOCTOR? YOU SEEM VERY FOND OF 
BELITTLING OUR
ABILITIES. PERSONALLY, I THINK THAT WE SHALL BE ABLE TO ATTAIN OUR OBJECTIVES 
WITHIN A FEW
WEEKS—CERTAINLY LONG BEFORE YOU CAN POSSIBLY RETURN FROM SUCH AN EXTENDED 
TRIP AS YOU HAVE IN
MIND. AND SINCE YOU ARE SO FOND OF FRANKNESS, I WILL SAY THAT I THINK SEATON HAS 
YOU BUFFALOED, AS
YOU CALL IT. NINE-TENTHS OF THESE WONDERFUL OSNOMIAN THINGS I AM ASSURED BY 
COMPETENT
AUTHORITIES ARE SCIENTIFICALLY IMPOSSIBLE, AND I THINK THAT THE OTHER ONE-
TENTH EXISTS ONLY IN YOUR
OWN IMAGINATION. SEATON WAS LUCKY IN THAT THE AIRPLANE BOMB WAS DEFECTIVE 
AND EXPLODED
PREMATURELY; AND YOUR SPACE-SHIP GOT HOT BECAUSE OF YOUR INJUDICIOUS SPEED 
THROUGH THE
ATMOSPHERE. WE SHALL HAVE EVERYTHING SETTLED BY THE TIME YOU GET BACK."
"IF YOU HAVE I'LL MAKE YOU A PRESENT OF THE CONTROLLING INTEREST IN STEEL AND 
BUY MYSELF A
CHAIR IN SOME HOME FOR FEEBLE-MINDED OLD WOMEN. YOUR IGNORANCE AND 
UNWILLINGNESS TO BELIEVE
ANY NEW IDEA DO NOT CHANGE THE FACTS IN ANY PARTICULAR. EVEN BEFORE THEY WENT 
TO OSNOME, SEATON
WAS HARD TO GET, AS YOU FOUND OUT. ON THAT TRIP HE LEARNED SO MUCH NEW STUFF 
THAT IT IS NOW
IMPOSSIBLE TO KILL HIM BY ANY ORDINARY MEANS. YOU SHOULD REALIZE THAT FACT 
WHEN HE KILLS EVERY
GANGSTER YOU SEND AGAINST HIM. AT ALL EVENTS BE VERY, VERY CAREFUL NOT TO 
KILL—NOR EVEN HURT—HIS
WIFE IN ANY OF YOUR ATTACKS, EVEN BY ACCIDENT, UNTIL AFTER YOU HAVE KILLED.
"SUCH AN EVENT WOULD BE REGRETTABLE, CERTAINLY, IN THAT IT WOULD REMOVE ALL 
POSSIBILITY OF
THE ABDUCTION."
"IT WOULD REMOVE MORE THAN THAT. REMEMBER THE EXPLOSION IN OUR LABORATORY, 
THAT BLEW AN
ENTIRE MOUNTAIN INTO I IMPALPABLE DUST? DRAW IN YOUR MIND A NICE, VIVID PICTURE 
OF ONE TEN TIMES
THE SIZE IN EACH OF OUR PLANTS AND IN THIS BUILDING. I KNOW THAT YOU ARE FOOL 
ENOUGH TO GO AHEAD
WITH YOUR OWN IDEAS, IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING I'VE SAID; AND, SINCE !L DO NOT YET 
ACTUALLY CONTROL
STEEL, I CAN'T FORBID YOU TO, OFFICIALLY. BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I KNOW WHAT 
I'M TALKING ABOUT,
AND I SAY AGAIN THAT YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE AN UTTER FOOL OF YOURSELF; JUST 
BECAUSE YOU WON'T BELIEVE
ANYTHING POSSIBLE THAT HASN'T BEEN DONE EVERY DAY FOR A HUNDRED YEARS. I WISH 
THAT I COULD MAKE
YOU UNDERSTAND THAT SEATON AND CRANE HAVE GOT SOMETHING THAT WE HAVEN'T—
BUT FOR THE GOOD OF
OUR PLANTS, AND INCIDENTALLY FOR YOUR OWN, YOU MUST 'REMEMBER ONE THING, 
ANYWAY; FOR IF YOU
FORGET IT WE WON'T HAVE A PLANT LEFT AND YOU PERSONALLY WILL BE BLOWN INTO 
ATOMS. WHATEVER YOU
START, KILL SEATON FIRST, AND BE ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN THAT HE IS DEFINITELY, 
COMPLETELY, FINALLY, AND
TOTALLY DEAD BEFORE YOU TOUCH ONE OF DOROTHY SEATON'S RED HAIRS. AS LONG AS 
YOU ONLY ATTACK HIM
PERSONALLY HE WON'T DO ANYTHING 'BUT KILL EVERY MAN YOU SEND AGAINST HIM. IF 
YOU TOUCH HER |WHILE
HE'S STILL ALIVE, THOUGH—BLOOIE!" AND THE SATURNINE I SCIENTIST WAVED BOTH 
HANDS IN AN EXPRESSIVE
PANTOMIME OF ! WHOLESALE DESTRUCTION.
"PROBABLY YOU ARE RIGHT IN THAT," BROOKINGS PALED SLIGHTLY. ] "YES, SEATON 
WOULD DO JUST
THAT. WE SHALL BE VERY CAREFUL, | UNTIL AFTER WE SUCCEED IN REMOVING HIM."
"DON'T WORRY—YOU WON'T SUCCEED. I SHALL ATTEND TO THAT DETAIL MYSELF, AS 
SOON AS I GET
BACK. SEATON AND CRANE AND I THEIR FAMILIES, THE DIRECTORS AND EMPLOYEES OF 
THEIR PLANTS, THE
BANKS THAT BY ANY POSSIBILITY MAY HARBOR THEIR NOTES OR SOLUTIONS—IN SHORT, 
EVERY PERSON AND
EVERY THING STANDING BETWEEN ME AND A MONOPOLY OF 'X'—ALL SHALL DISAPPEAR."
"THAT IS A TERRIBLE PROGRAM, DOCTOR. WOULDN'T THE LATE PERKINS' PLAN OF AN 
ABDUCTION, SUCH
AS I HAVE IN MIND, BE BETTER, SAFER, AND QUICKER?"
"YES—EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT IT WILL NOT WORK. I'VE TALKED UNTIL I'M BLUE IN 
THE FACE—I'VE
PROVED TO YOU OVER AND OVER THAT YOU CAN'T ABDUCT HER NOW WITHOUT FIRST 
KILLING AIM, AND THAT YOU
CAN'T EVEN TOUCH HIM. MY PLAN IS THE ONLY ONE THAT WILL WORK. SEATON ISN'T THE 
ONLY ONE WHO
LEARNED ANYTHING—I LEARNED A LOT MYSELF. I LEARNED ONE THING IN PARTICULAR. 
ONLY FOUR OTHER
INHABITANTS OF EITHER EARTH OR OSNOME EVER HAD EVEN AN INKLING OF IT, AND 
THEY DIED, WITH THEIR
BRAINS DISINTEGRATED BEYOND READING. THAT THING IS MY ACE IN THE HOLE. I'M 
GOING AFTER IT. WHEN I
GET IT, AND NOT UNTIL THEN, I'LL BE READY TO TAKE THE OFFENSIVE."
"YOU INTEND STARTING OPEN WAR UPON YOUR RETURN?"
"THE WAR STARTED WHEN I TRIED TO PICK OFF THE WOMEN WITH MY ATTRACTOR. THAT 
IS WHY I AM
LEAVING AT MIDNIGHT. HE ALWAYS GOES TO BED AT ELEVEN-THIRTY, AND I WILL BE OUT 
OF RANGE OF HIS
OBJECT-COMPASS BEFORE HE WAKES UP. SEATON AND I UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER 
PERFECTLY. WE BOTH KNOW
THAT THE NEXT TIME WE MEET ONE OF US IS GOING TO BE RESOLVED INTO HIS 
COMPONENT ULTRA-
MICROSCOPIC CONSTITUENTS. HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT HE'S GOING TO BE THE ONE, BUT I 
DO. MY FINAL WORD
TO YOU IS TO LAY OFF—IF YOU DON'T, YOU AND YOUR 'COMPETENT AUTHORITIES' ARE 
GOING TO LEARN A LOT."
"YOU DO NOT CARE TO INFORM ME MORE FULLY AS TO YOUR DESTINATION OR YOUR 
PLANS?"
"I DO NOT. GOODBYE."



CHAPTER 2
Dunark Visits Earth

Martin Crane reclined in a massive chair, the fingers of his right hand lightly touching
those of Ms left, listening attentively. Richard Seaton strode up and down the room 
before his
friend, his unruly brown hair on end, speaking savagely between teeth clenched upon the 
stem of
his reeking, battered briar; brandishing a sheaf of papers.
"Mart, we're stuck—stopped dead. If my head wasn't made of solid blue mush I'd've had
a way figured out of this thing before now, but I can't. With that zone of force the Skylark 
would
have everything imaginable—without it, we're exactly where we were before. That zone 
is
immense, man—terrific—its possibilities are unthinkable—and I'm so damned dumb that 
I can't
find out how to use it intelligently —can't use it at all, for that matter. By its very nature it 
is
impenetrable to any form of matter, however applied; and this calc here," shaking the 
sheaf of
papers viciously, "shows that it must also be opaque to any wave whatever, propagated 
through
air or through ether, clear down to cosmic rays. Behind it we would be blind and helpless, 
so we
can't use it at all. It drives me frantic! Think of a barrier of pure force, impalpable, 
immaterial,
and exerted along a geometrical surface of no thickness whatever—and yet actual enough 
to stop
a radiation that travels a hundred million light-years and then goes through twenty-seven 
feet of
solid lead just like it was so much vacuum! That's what we're up against! However, I'm 
going to
try out that model, Mart, right now. Let's go!"
"You are getting idiotic again, Dick," Crane rejoined calmly, without moving. "You
know, even better than I do, that you are playing with the most concentrated essence of 
energy
that the world has ever seen. That zone of force probably can be generated . . ."
"Probably, nothing!" barked Seaton. "It's just as evident a fact as that stool," kicking the
unoffending bit of furniture half-way across the room as he spoke. "If you'd've let me 
I'd've
shown it to you yesterday."
"Undoubtedly, then. Grant that it is impenetrable to all matter and to all known wave-
lengths. Suppose that it should prove impenetrable also to gravitation and to magnetism? 
Those
phenomena probably depend upon the ether, but we know nothing fundamental of their 
nature,
nor of that of the ether. Therefore your calculations, comprehensive though they are, 
cannot
predict the effect upon them of your zone of force. Suppose that that zone actually does 
set up a
barrier in the ether, so that it nullifies gravitation, magnetism, and all allied phenomena; 
so that
the power bars, the attractors and repellors, cannot work through it? Then what? As well 
as
showing me the zone of force, you might well have shown me yourself flying off into 
space,
unable to use your power and helpless if you released the zone. No, we must know more 
of the
fundamentals before you try even a small-scale experiment."
"Oh, bugs! You're carrying caution to extremes, Mart. What can happen? Even if
gravitation should be nullified, I would rise only slowly, heading south the angle of our
latitude—that's thirty-nine degrees—away from the perpendicular. I couldn't shoot off on 
a
tangent, as some of these hop-heads have been claiming. Inertia would make me keep 
pace,
approximately, with the earth in its rotation. I would rise slowly—only as fast as the 
tangent
departs from the curvature of the earth's surface. I haven't figured out how fast that is, but 
it must
be pretty slow."
"Pretty slow?" Crane smiled. "Figure it out."
"All right—but I'll bet it's slower than the rise of a toy balloon." Seaton threw down the
papers and picked up his slide rule, a twenty-inch deci-trig duplex. "You'll concede that it 
is
allowable to neglect the radial component of the orbital velocity of the earth, for a first
approximation, won't you—or shall I figure that in too?"
"You may neglect that factor."
"All right—let's see. Radius of rotation here in Washington would be cosine latitude
times equatorial radius, approximately—call it thirty-two hundred miles. Angular 
velocity,
fifteen degrees an hour. I want secant fifteen less one times thirty-two hundred. Right? 
Secant
equals one over cosine—um-——m—one point oh three five. Then point oh three five 
times
thirty-two hundred. Hundred and twelve miles first hour. Velocity constant with respect 
to sun,
accelerated respecting point of departure. Ouch! You win, Mart—I'd step out! Well, how 
about
this, then? I'll put on a suit and carry rations. Harness outside, with the same equipment I 
used in
the test flights before we built Skylark One—plus the new stuff. Then throw on the zone, 
and see
what happens. There can't be any jar in taking off, and with that outfit I can get back U.K. 
if I go
clear to Jupiter!"
Crane sat in silence, his keen mind considering every aspect of the motions possible, of
velocity, of acceleration, of inertia. He already knew well Seaton's resourcefulness in 
crises and
his physical and mental strength.
"As far as I can see, that might be safe," he admitted finally, "and we really should know
something about it besides the theory."
"Fine! I'll get at it—be ready in five minutes. Yell at the girls, will you? They'd break us
off at the ankles if we pull anything new without letting them in on it."
A few minutes later the "girls" strolled out into Crane Field, arms around each
other—Dorothy Seaton, her gorgeous auburn hair framing violet eyes and vivid coloring; 
black-
haired, dark-eyed Margaret Crane.
"Br-r-r, it's cold!" Dorothy shivered, wrapping her coat more closely about her. "This
must be the coldest day Washington has seen for years!"
"It is cold," Margaret agreed. "I wonder what they are going to do our here, this kind of
weather?"
As she spoke, the two men stepped out of the "testing shed"—the huge structure that
housed their Osnomian-built space-cruiser, Skylark II. Seaton waddled clumsily, wearing 
as he
did a Crane space-suit which, built of fur, canvas, metal, and transparent silica, braced by 
steel
netting and equipped with air-tanks and heaters, rendered its wearer independent of 
outside
conditions of temperature and pressure. Outside this suit he wore a heavy harness of 
leather,
buckled about his body, shoulders, and legs, attached to which were numerous knobs, 
switches,
dials, bakelite cases, and other pieces of apparatus. Carried by a strong aluminum 
framework
\vhich was in turn supported by the harness, the universal bearing of a small power-bar 
rose
directly above his grotesque-looking helmet.
"What do you think you're going to do in that thing, Dickie?" Dorothy called. Then,
thinking that he could not hear her voice, she turned to Crane. "What are you letting that
precious husband of mine do now, Martin? He looks like he's up to something." 
While she was speaking, Seaton had snapped the release of his face-plate.
"Nothing much, Dottie. Just going to show you-all the zone of force. Martin wouldn't let
me turn it on unless I got all cocked and primed for a year's journey into space."
"Dot, what is that zone of force, anyway?" asked Margaret.
"Oh, it's something Dick got into his head during that awful fight they had on Osnome.
He hasn't thought of anything else since we got back. You know how the attractors and 
repellors
work? Well, he found out something funny about the way everything acted while the
Mardonalians were bombarding them with a certain kind of a wave-length. He finally 
figured out
the exact vibration that did it, and found out that if it is made strong enough, it acts as if a
repellor and attractor were working together—only so much stronger that nothing can get
through the boundary, either way— in fact, it's so strong that it cuts anything in two that's 
in the
way. And the funny thing is that there's nothing there at all, really; but Dick says that the 
forces
meeting there, or something, make it act as though something really important were there. 
See?"
"Uh-huh," assented Margaret, doubtfully, just as Crane finished the final adjustments and
moved toward them. A safe distance away from Seaton, he turned and waved his hand.
Instantly Seaton disappeared from view, and around the place where he had stood there
appeared a shimmering globe some twenty feet in diameter—a globe apparently a perfect
spherical mirror, which darted upward and toward the south. After a moment the globe
disappeared and Seaton was again seen. He was now standing upon a hemispherical mass 
of
earth. He darted back toward the group upon the ground, while the mass of earth fell with 
a crash
a quarter of a mile away. High above their heads the mirror again encompassed Seaton, 
and
again shot upward and southward. Five times this maneuver was repeated before Seaton 
came
down, landing easily in front of them and opening his helmet.
"It's just what we thought it was, only worse," he reported tersely. "Can't do a thing with
it. Gravitation won't work through it—bars won't—nothing will. And dark? DARK! 
Folks, you
never saw real darkness, nor heard real silence. It scared me stiff!"
"Poor little boy—afraid of the dark!" exclaimed Dorothy. "We saw absolute blackness in
space." "Not like this, you didn't. I just saw absolute darkness and heard absolute silence 
for the
first time in my life. I never imagined anything like it—come on up with me and I'll show 
it to
you."
"No you won't!" his wife shrieked as she retreated toward Crane. "Some other time,
perhaps."
Seaton removed the harness and glanced at the spot from which he had taken off, where
now appeared a hemispherical hole in the ground.
"Let's see what kind of tracks I left, Mart," and the two men bent over the depression.
They saw with astonishment that the cut surface was perfectly smooth, with not even the
slightest roughness or irregularity visible. Even the smallest grains of sand had been 
sheared in
two along a mathematically exact hemispherical surface by the inconceivable force of the
disintegrating copper bar. "Well, that sure wins the . . ."
An alarm bell sounded. Without a glance around, Sea-ton seized Dorothy and leaped into
the testing shed. Dropping her unceremoniously to the floor he stared through the 
telescope sight
of an enormous projector which had automatically aligned itself upon the distant point of
liberation of atomic energy which had caused the alarm to sound. One hand upon the 
switch, his
face was hard and merciless as he waited to make sure of the identity of the approaching 
space-
ship before he released the frightful power of his generators upon it.
"I've been expecting DuQuesne to try it again," he gritted, striving to make out the
visitor, yet more than two hundred miles distant "He's out to get you, Dot—and this time 
I'm not
just going to warm him up and scare him away, like I did last time. I'm going to give him 
the
works . . . I can't locate him with this small telescope, Mart. Line him up in the big one 
and give
me the word, will you?"
"I see him, Dick, but it is not DuQuesne's ship. It is built of transparent arenak, like the
Kondal. Even though it seems impossible, "I believe it is the Kondal "
"Maybe so, and again maybe DuQuesne built it—or stole it. On second thought, though, I
don't believe that DuQuesne would be fool enough to tackle us again in the same way— 
but I'm
taking no chances . . . O.K., it is the Kondal, I can see Dunark and Sitar myself, now."
The transparent vessel soon neared the field and the four Terrestrials walked out to greet
their Osnomian friends. Through the arenak walls they recognized Dunark, Kofedix of 
Kondal,
at the controls, and saw Sitar, his beautiful young queen, lying in one of the seats near the 
wall.
She attempted a friendly greeting, but her face was strained as though she were laboring 
under a
tremendous burden.
As they watched, Dunark slipped a helmet over his head and one over Sitar's, pressed a
button to open one of the doors, and supported her toward the opening.
"They mustn't come out, Dick!" exclaimed Dorothy in dismay. "They'll freeze to death in
five minutes without any clothes on!"
"Yes, and Sitar can't stand up under our gravitation, either—I doubt if Dunark can, for
long," and Seaton dashed toward the vessel, motioning the visitors back.
But misunderstanding the signal, Dunark came on. As he clambered heavily through the
door he staggered, and Sitar collapsed upon the frozen ground. Trying to help her, half-
kneeling
over her, Dunark struggled, his green skin paling to a yellowish tinge at the touch of the 
bitter
and unexpected cold. Seaton leaped forward and gathered Sitar up as though she were a 
child.
"Help Dunark back in, Mart," he directed crisply. "Hop in, girls—we've got to take these
folks back up where they can live."
Seaton shut the door, and as everyone lay flat in the seats Crane, who had taken the
controls, applied one notch of power and the huge vessel leaped upward. Many hundreds 
of
miles of altitude were gained before he brought the cruiser to a stop and locked her in 
place with
an anchoring attractor.
"There," he remarked calmly. "Gravitation here is approximately the same as upon
Osnome."
"Yeah," put in Seaton, standing up and shedding clothes in all directions, "and I rise to
remark that we'd better undress as far as the law allows—perhaps farther. I never did like
Osnomian ideas of comfortable warmth, but we can endure it by peeling down to 
bedrock—they
can't stand our temperatures at all."
Sitar jumped up happily, completely restored, and the three women threw their arms
around each other.
"What a horrible, terrible, frightful world!" exclaimed Sitar, her eyes widening as she
thought of her first experience with our Earth. "Much as I love you, I shall never dare to 
try to
visit you again. I have never been able to understand why you Terrestrials wear what you 
call
'clothes', nor why you are so terribly, brutally strong. Now I really know—I will feel the 
utterly
cold and savage embrace of this awful world of yours as long as I live!"
"Oh, it ain't so bad, Sitar." Seaton, who was shaking both of Dunark's hands vigorously,
assured her over his shoulder. "All depends on where you were raised. We like it that 
way, and
Osnome gives us the pip. But you poor fish," turning again to Dunark, "with all my brains 
inside
your skull you should've known what you were letting yourself in for."
"That's true, after a fashion," Dunark admitted, "but your brain told me that Washington
was hot. If I'd've thought to recalculate your actual Fahrenheit degrees into our loro . . . 
but that
figures only forty-seven and, while very cold, we could have endured it—wait a minute, 
I'm
getting it. You have what you call 'seasons'. This, then, must be your 'winter'. 
Right?""Right the
first time. That's the way your brain works in my skull, too. I could figure anything out all 
right
after it happened, but hardly ever beforehand—so I guess I can't blame you much, at that. 
But
what I want to know is, how'd you get here? It'd take more than my brains—you can't see 
our
sun from anywhere near Osnome, even if you knew exactly where to look for it."
"Easy. Remember those wrecked instruments you threw out of the Skylark when we built
Skylark Two?" Having every minute detail of the configuration of Seaton's brain 
engraved upon
his own, Dunark spoke English in Seaton's own characteristic careless fashion. Only 
when
thinking deeply or discussing abstruse matters did Seaton employ the carefully-selected 
and
precise phrasing which he knew so well how to use. "Well, none of them were beyond 
repair and
the juice was still on most of them. One was an object-compass bearing on the Earth. We 
simply
fixed the bearings, put On Some minor improvements, and here we are."
"Let us all sit down and be comfortable," he continued, changing into the Kondalian
tongue without a break, "and I will explain why we have come. We are in most desperate 
need of
two things which you alone can supply—salt, and that strange metal, V. Salt I know you 
have in
great abundance, but I know that you have very little of the metal. You have only the one
compass upon that planet?"
"That's all—one is all we set on it. However, we've got close to half a ton of it on
hand—you can have all you want."
"Even if I took it all, which I would not like to do, that would be less than half enough.
We must have at least one of your tons, and two tons would be better."
"Two tons! Holy cat! Are you going to plate a fleet of battle cruisers?"
"More than that. We must plate an area of copper of some ten thousand square miles—in
fact, the very life of our entire race depends upon it.
"It's this way," he continued, as the four human beings stared at him in wonder. "Shortly
after you left Osnome we were invaded by the inhabitants of the third planet of our 
fourteenth
sun. Luckily for us they landed upon Mardonale, and in less than two days there was not 
a single
Osnomian left alive upon that half of the planet. They wiped out our grand fleet in one 
brief
engagement, and it was only the Kondal and a few more like her that enabled us to keep 
them
from crossing the ocean. Even with our full force of these vessels, we cannot defeat them. 
Our
regular Kondalian weapons were useless. We shot explosive copper charges against them 
of such
size as to cause earthquakes all over Osnome, without seriously crippling their defenses. 
Their
offensive weapons are almost irresistible—they have generators that burn arenak as 
though it
were so much paper, and a series of deadly frequencies against which only a copper-
driven
screen is effective, and even that does not stand up long."
"How come you lasted till now, then?" asked Seaton. "They have nothing like the
Skylark, and no knowledge of atomic energy. Therefore their space-ships are of the 
rocket type,
and for that reason they can cross only at the exact time of conjunction, or whatever you 
call
it—no, not conjunction, exactly, either, since the two planets do not revolve around the 
same
sun: but when they are closest together. Our solar system is so complex, you know, that 
unless
the trips are timed exactly, to the hour, the vessels will not be able to land upon Osnome, 
but will
be drawn aside and be lost, if not drawn into the vast central sun. Although it may not 
have
occurred to you, a little reflection will show you that the inhabitants of all the central 
planets,
such as Osnome, must perforce be absolutely ignorant of astronomy, and of all the 
wonders of
outer space. Before your coming we knew nothing beyond our own solar system, and 
very little
of that. We knew of the existence of only such of the closest planets as were brilliant 
enough to
be seen in our continuous sunlight, and they were few. Immediately after your coming I 
gave
your knowledge of astronomy to a group of our foremost physicists and mathematicians, 
and
they have been working ceaselessly from space-ships—close enough so that observations 
could
be recalculated to Osnome, and yet far enough away to afford perfect 'seeing', as you call 
it."
"But I don't know any more about astronomy than a pig does about Sunday," protested
Seaton.
"Your knowledge of details is, of course, incomplete," conceded Dunark, "but the
detailed knowledge of the best of your Earthly astronomers would not help us a great 
deal, since
we are so far removed from you in space. You, however, have a very clear and solid 
knowledge
of the fundamentals of the science, and that is what we needed, above all things."
"Yeah, maybe you're right, at that. I do know the general theory of the motions, and I've
been exposed to celestial mechanics. I'm awfully weak on advanced theory, though, as 
you'll find
out when you get that far."
"Perhaps—but since our enemies have no knowledge of astronomy whatever, it is not
surprising that their rocket-ships can be launched only at one particularly favorable time; 
for
there are many planets and satellites, of which they can know nothing, to throw their 
vessels off
the course.
"Some material essential to the operation of their war machinery apparently must come
from their own planet, for they have ceased attacking, have dug in, and are simply 
holding their
ground. It may be that they had not anticipated as much resistance as we could offer with 
space-
ships and atomic energy. At any rate, they have apparently saved enough of that material 
to
enable them to hold out until the next conjunction—I cannot think of a better word for 
it— shall
occur. Our forces are attacking constantly, with all the armament at our command, but it 
is
certain that if the next conjunction is allowed to occur, it means the end of the entire 
Kondalian
nation."
"What d'you mean 'if the next conjunction is allowed to occur'?" interjected Seaton.
"Nobody can stop it."
"I am stopping it," Dunark stated quietly, grim purpose in every lineament. "That
conjunction shall never occur. That is why I must have the vast quantities of salt and 'x'. 
We are
building abutments of arenak upon the first satellite of our seventh planet, and upon our 
sixth
planet itself. We shall cover them with plated active copper, and install chronometers to 
throw
the switches at precisely the right moment. We have calculated the exact times, places, 
and
magnitudes of the forces to be used. We shall throw the sixth planet some distance out of 
its
orbit, and force the first satellite of the seventh planet clear out of that planet's influence. 
The
two bodies whose motions we have thus changed will collide in such a way that the 
resultant
body will meet the planet of our enemies in head-on collision, long before the next 
conjunction.
The two bodies will be of almost equal masses, and will have opposite and approximately 
equal
velocities; hence the resultant fused or gaseous mass will be practically without velocity 
and will
fall directly into the fourteenth sun."
"Wouldn't it be easier to destroy it with an explosive copper bomb?"
"Easier, yes, but much more dangerous to the rest of our solar system. We cannot
calculate exactly the effect of the collisions we are planning—but it is almost certain that 
an
explosion of sufficient violence to destroy all life upon the planet would disturb its 
motion
sufficiently to endanger the entire system. The way we have in mind will simply allow 
the planet
and one satellite to drop out quietly—the other planets of the same sun will soon adjust
themselves to the new conditions, and the system at large will be practically unaffected—
at
least, so we believe."
Seaton's eyes narrowed as his thoughts turned to the quantities of copper and 'x' required
and to the engineering features of the 'project; Crane's first thought was of the 
mathematics
involved in a computation of that magnitude and character; Dorothy's quick reaction was 
one of
pure horror.
"He can't, Dick! He mustn't! It would be too ghastly! It's outrageous—it's
unthinkable—it's—it's—it's just simply too perfectly damned horrible!" Her violet eyes 
flamed,
and Margaret joined in:
"That would be awful, Martin. Think of the destruction of a whole planet—of an entire
world—with all its inhabitants! It makes me shudder, even to think of it."
Dunark leaped to his feet, ablaze. But before he could say a word, Seaton silenced him.
"Shut up, Dunark! Pipe down! Don't say anything you'll be sorry for—let me tell 'em!
Close your pan, I tell you!" as Dunark still tried to get a word in, "I tell you I'll tell 'em, 
and
when / tell 'em they stay told! Now listen, you two girls —you're going off half-cocked 
and
you're both full of little red ants. What do you think Dunark is up against? Sherman 
chirped it
when he described war—and this is a brand of war totally unknown on our Earth. It isn't a
question of whether or not to destroy a population—the only question is which 
population is to
be destroyed. One of 'em's got to go. Remember those folks go into a war thoroughly, and 
there
isn't a thought in any of their minds even remotely resembling our conception of mercy, 
on either
side. If Dunark's plans go through, the enemy nation will be wiped out. That is horrible, 
of
course. But on the other hand, if we block him off from salt and 'x', the entire Kondalian 
nation
will be destroyed just as thoroughly and efficiently, and even more horribly— not one 
man,
woman, or child would be spared. Which nation do you want saved? Play that over a 
couple of
times on your fiddle, Dot, and don't jump at conclusions."
Dorothy, taken aback, opened and closed her mouth twice before she round her voice.
"But, Dick, they couldn't possibly. Would they kill them all, Dick? Surely they
wouldn't—they couldn't."
"Surely they would—and could. They do—it's good technique in those parts of the
galaxy. Dunark has just told us of how they killed every member of the entire race of
Mardonalians, in forty hours. Kondal would go the same way. Don't kid yourself,
Dimples—don't be a simp. War up there is no species of pink tea, believe me—half of my 
brain
has been through thirty years of Osnomian warfare, and I know precisely what I'm talking 
about.
Let's take a vote. Personally I'm in favor of Osnome. Mart?" "Osnome.
"Dottie? Peggy?" Both remained silent for some time, then Dorothy turned to Margaret.
"You tell him, Peggy—we both feel the same way." "Dick, you know that we wouldn't
want the Kondalians destroyed—but the other is so—such a—well, such an utter
shrecklichkeit—isn't there some other way out?"
"I'm afraid not—but if there is any other possible way out, I'll do my da——I'll try to
find it," he promised. "The ayes have it. Dunark, we'll skip over to that 'x' planet and load 
you
up."
Dunark grasped Seaton's hand. "Thanks, Dick," he said, simply. "But before you help me
farther, and lest I might be in some degree sailing under false colors, I must tell you that, 
wearer
of the seven disks though you are, Overlord of Osnome though you are, my brain brother 
though
you are; had you decided against me, nothing but my death could have kept me away 
from that
salt and your 'x' compass."
"Why sure," assented Seaton, in surprise. "Why not? Fair enough! Anybody would do the
same—don't let that gnaw on you."
"How is your supply of platinum?"
"Mighty low. We had about decided to hop over there after some. I want some of your
textbooks on electricity and so on, too. I see you brought a load of platinum with you."
"Yes, a few hundred tons. We also brought along an assortment of books I knew you
would be interested in, a box of radium, a few small bags of gems of various kinds, and 
some of
our fabrics Sitar thought your karfediro would like to have. While we are here, I would 
like to
get some books on chemistry and some other things."
"We'll get you the Congressional Library, if you want it, and anything else you think
you'd like. Well, gang, let's go places and do things! What first, Mart?"
"We had better drop back to Earth, have the laborers unload the platinum, and load on the
salt, books, and other things. Then both ships will go to the 'x' planet, as we will each 
want
compasses on it, for future use. While we are loading, I should like to begin remodeling 
our
instruments; to make them something like these; with Dunark's permission. These 
instruments
are wonders, Dick—vastly ahead of anything I have ever seen. Come and look at them, if 
you
want to see something really beautiful."
"Coming up. But say, Mart, while I think of it, we mustn't forget to install a zone-of-force
apparatus on this ship, too. Even though we can't use it intelligently, it certainly would be 
the
cat's whiskers as a defense. We couldn't hurt anybody through it, of course, but if we 
should
happen to be getting licked anywhere all we'd have to do would be to wrap ourselves up 
in it.
They couldn't touch us. Nothing that I know of is corkscrewy enough to get through it."
"That's the second idea you've had since I've known you, Dicky," Dorothy smiled at
Crane. "Do you think he should be allowed to run at large, Martin?"
"That is a real idea. We may need it—you never can tell. Even if we never find any other
use for the zone of force, that one is amply sufficient to justify its installation."
"Yeah, it would be, for you—and I'm getting to be a regular Safety-First Simon myself,
since they opened up on us. What about those instruments?"
The three men gathered around the instrument-board and Dunark explained the changes
he had made—and to such men as Seaton and Crane it was soon evident that they were
examining an installation embodying sheer perfection of instrumental control—a system 
which
only those wonder instrument-makers, the Osnomians, could have devised. The new 
object-
compasses were housed in arenak cases after setting, and the housings were then 
exhausted to
the highest attainable vacuum. Oscillation was set up by means of one carefully 
standardized
electrical impulse, instead of by the clumsy finger-touch Seaton had used. The bearings, 
built of
arenak and Osnomian jewels, were as strong as the axles of a truck, and yet were almost
perfectly frictionless.
"I like them myself," admitted Dunark. "Without a load the needles will rotate freely
more than a thousand hours on the primary impulse, as against a few minutes in the old 
type; and
under load they are many thousands of times as sensitive."
"You're a blinding flash and a deafening report, ace!" declared Seaton, enthusiastically.
"That compass is as far ahead of my model as the Skylark is ahead of Wright's first 
glider."
The other instruments were no less noteworthy. Dunark had adopted the Perkins
telephone system, but had improved it until it was scarcely recognizable, and had made it
capable of almost unlimited range. Even the guns—heavy rapid-firers, mounted in 
spherical
bearings in the walls—were aimed and fired by remote control, from the board. He had 
devised
full automatic steering controls; and acceleration, velocity, distance, and flight-angle 
meters and
recorders. He had perfected a system of periscopic vision which enabled the pilot to see 
the
entire outside surface of the shell, and to look toward any point of the heavens without
interference.
"This kind of takes my eye, too, prince," Seaton said, as he seated himself, swung a large,
concave disk in front of him, and experimented with levers and dials. "You certainly can't 
call
this thing a periscope—it's no more a periscope than I am a polyp. When you look 
through this
plate it's better than looking out of a window—it subtends more than the angle of vision, 
so that
you can't see anything but out-of-doors—I thought for a second I was going to fall out. 
What do
you call 'em, Dunark?"
"Kraloto. That would be in English . . . Seeing-plate? Or rather, exactly transliterated,
‘visiplate'."
"That's a good word—we'll adopt it. Mart, take a look if you want to see a set of perfect
lenses and prisms."
Crane looked into the visiplate and gasped. The vessel had disappeared—he was looking
directly down upon the Earth below him!
"No trace of chromatic, spherical, or astigmatic aberration," he reported in surprise. "The
refracting system is invisible—it seems as though nothing intervenes between the eye and 
the
object. You perfected all these things since we left Osnome, Dunark? You are in a class 
by
yourself. I could not even copy them in less than a month, and I never could have 
invented
them."
"I did not do it alone, by any means. The Society of Instrument-Makers, of which I am
only one member, installed and tested more than a hundred systems. This one represents 
the best
features of all the systems tried. It will not be necessary for you to copy them. I brought 
along
two complete duplicate sets, for the Skylark, as well as a dozen or so of the compasses. I 
thought
that perhaps these particular improvements might not have occurred to you, since you
Terrestrials are not as familiar as we are with complex instrumental work."
Crane and Seaton spoke together.
"That was thoughtful of you, Dunark, and we appreciate it fully."
"That puts four more palms on your croix de guerre, ace. Thanks a lot."
"Say, Dick," called Dorothy, from her seat near the wall. "If we're going down to the
ground, how about Sitar?"
"By lying down and not doing anything, and by staying in the vessel, where it is warm,
she will be all right for the short time we must stay here," Dunark answered for his wife. 
"I will
help all I can, but I do not know how much that will be."
"It isn't so bad lying down," Sitar agreed. "I don't like your Earth a bit, but I can stand it a
little while. Anyway, I must stand it, so why worry about it?"
" "At-a-girl!" cheered Seaton. "And as for you, Dunark, you'll pass the time just like Sitar
does—lying down. If you do much chasing around down there where we live you're apt 
to get
your lights and liver twisted all out of shape—so you'll stay put, horizontal. We've got 
men
enough around the shop to eat this cargo in three hours, let alone unload it. While they 
unload
and load you up we'll install the zone apparatus, put a compass on you, put one of yours 
on us,
and then you can hop back up here where you're comfortable. Then as soon as we can get 
the
Lark ready for the trip we'll jump up here and be on our way. Everything clear? Cut the 
rope,
Mart—let the bucket drop!"



CHAPTER 3
Skylark Two Sets Out

"Say, Mart, I just got conscious! It never occurred to me until just now, as Dunark left,
that I'm just as good an instrument-maker as Dunark is—the same one, in fact—and I've 
got a
hunch. You know that needle on DuQuesne hasn't been working for quite a while? Well, 
I don't
believe it's out of commission at all. I think he's gone somewhere, so far away that it can't 
read
on him. I'm going to house it in, re-jewel it, and find out where he is."
"An excellent idea. He has even you worrying, and as for myself . . ."
"Worrying! That bird is simply pulling my cork! I'm so scared hell get Dottie that I'm
running around in circles and biting myself in the small of the back. He's working on 
something,
you can bet your shirt on that, and what gripes me is he's aiming at the girls, not at us or 
the job."
"I should say that someone had aimed at you fairly accurately, judging by the number of
bullets stopped lately by that arenak armor of yours. I wish that I could take some of the 
strain,
but they are centering all their attacks upon you."
"Yeah—I can't stick my nose outside our yard without somebody throwing lead at it.
'Sfunny, too. You're more important to the power-plant than I am."
"You should know why. They are not afraid of me. While my spirit is willing enough, it
was your skill and rapidity with a pistol that frustrated four attempts at abduction in as 
many
days. It is positively uncanny, the way you explode into action. With all my practice, I 
didn't
even have my pistol out until it was all over, yesterday. And besides Prescott's guards, we 
had
four policemen with us—detailed to 'guard' us because of the number of gunmen you had 
had to
kill before that!"
"It ain't practice so much, Mart—it's a gift. I've always been fast, and I react
automatically. You think first, that's why you're so slow. Those cops were funny. They 
didn't
know what it was all about until it was all over but calling the wagon. That was the worst 
yet.
One of their slugs struck directly in front of my left eye—it was kinda funny, at that, 
seeing it
splash—and I thought I was inside a boiler in a rivet-shop when those machine-guns cut 
loose. It
was hectic, all right, while it lasted. But one thing I'll tell the attentive world—we ain't 
doing all
the worrying. Very few, if any, of the gangsters they send after us are getting back— 
wonder
what they think when they shoot at us and we don't drop?
"But I'm afraid I'm beginning to crack, Mart," Seaton went on, his voice becoming grimly
earnest. "I don't like anything about this whole mess. I don't like all four of us wearing 
armor all
the time. I don't like living constantly under guard. I don't like all this killing, and this 
constant
menace of losing Dorothy if I let her out of my sight for five seconds is driving me mad. 
Also, to
tell you the truth, I'm devilishly afraid that they'll figure out something that will work. I 
could
grab off two women, or kill two men, if they had armor and guns enough to fight a war. I 
believe
that DuQuesne could, too—and the rest of that bunch aren't imbeciles, either, by any 
means. I
won't feel safe until all four of us are in the Skylark and a long ways from here. I'm glad 
we're
pulling out, and I don't intend to come back until I find DuQuesne. He's the bird I'm 
going to
get—and when I get him I'll tell the cock-eyed world that hell stay got. There won't be 
any two
atoms of his entire carcass left in the same township. I meant that promise when I gave it 
to
him—and I didn't mean maybe."
"He realizes that fully. He knows that it is now definitely either his life or our own, and
he is really dangerous. When he took Steel over and opened war upon us, he did it with 
his eyes
wide open. With his ideas, he must have a monopoly of V or nothing; and he knows the 
only
possible way of getting it. However, you and I both know that he would not let either one 
of us
live, even though we surrendered."
"You chirped it! But that guy's going to find out that he's started something. But how
about turning up a few RPM's? We don't want to keep Dunark waiting too long."
"There is very little to do beyond installing the new instruments; and that is nearly done.
We can finish pumping out the compass en route. You have already installed every 
weapon of
offense and defense known to either Earthly or Osnomian warfare, including those 
generators
and screens you moaned so about not having during the battle over Kondal. I believe that 
we
have on board every article for which either of us has been able to imagine even the 
slightest
use."
"Yeah, we've got her so full of plunder that there's hardly room left for quarters. You ain't
figuring on taking anybody but Shiro along, are you?"
"No. I suppose there is no real necessity for taking even him, but he wants very much to
go, and may prove himself useful."
"I'll say he'll be useful. None of us really enjoys polishing brass or washing dishes—and
besides, he's one star cook and an A-1 housekeeper."
The installation of the new instruments was soon completed, and while Dorothy and
Margaret made last-minute preparations for departure the men called a meeting of the 
managing
directors and department heads of the "Seaton-Crane Co., Engineers." The chiefs gave 
brief
reports in turn. Units Number One and Number Two of the immense new central super-
power
plant were in continuous operation. Number Three was almost ready to cut in. Number 
Four was
being rushed to completion. Number Five was well under way. The research laboratory 
was
keeping well up on its problems. Troubles were less than had been anticipated. 
Financially, it
was a gold-mine. With no expense for boilers or fuel and thus with a relatively small 
investment
in plant and a very small operating cost, they were selling power at one-sixth of 
prevailing rates,
and still profits were almost paying for all new construction. With the completion of 
Number
Five, rates would be reduced still further.
"In short, Dad, everything's slick," remarked Seaton to Mr. Vaneman, after the others had
gone.
"Yes; your plan of getting the best men possible, paying them well, and giving them
complete authority and sole responsibility, has worked to perfection. I have never seen an
undertaking of such size go forward so smoothly and with such fine cooperation."
"That's the way we wanted it. We hand-picked the directors, and put it up to you, strictly.
You did the same to the managers. They passed it along. Everybody knows that his end is 
up to
him, and him alone—so he digs in."
"However, Dick, while everything at the Works is so fine, when is this other thing going
to break?"
"We've won all the way so far, but I'm afraid something's about due. That's the big reason
I want to get Dot away for a while. You know what they're up to."
"Too well," the older man answered. "Dottie or Mrs. Crane, or both. Her mother—she is
telling her goodbye now —and I agree that the danger here is greater than out there."
"Danger out there? With the Skylark fixed the way she is now, Dot's a lot safer than you
are, in bed. Your house might fall down, you know."
"You're probably right, son—I know you, and I know Martin Crane. Together, and in the
Skylark, I believe you invincible."
"All set, Dick?" asked Dorothy, appearing in the doorway.
"All set. You've the dope for Prescott and everybody, Dad. We may be back in six
months, and we may see something to investigate, and have to be gone a year or so. Don't 
begin
to lose any sleep until after we've been out—oh, say three years. We'll make it a point to 
be back
by then."
Farewells were said, the party embarked, and Skylark Two shot upward. Seaton flipped a
phone set over his head and spoke.
"Dunark! . . . Coming out, heading directly for 'X'. . . . No, better stay quite a ways off to
one side when we get going good. . . . Yeah, I'm accelerating twenty six point oh oh oh. . 
. . Yes,
I'll call you now and then, until the radio waves get lost, to check the course with you. 
After that,
keep on the last course, reverse at the calculated distance, and by the time we're pretty 
well
slowed down we'll feel around for each other with the compasses and go in together. . . . 
Yeah. . .
. Uh-huh. . . . Fine! So-long!"
In order that the two vessels should keep reasonably close together, it had been agreed
that each should be held at an acceleration of exactly twenty six feet per second per 
second,
positive and negative. This figure represented a compromise between the gravitational 
forces of
the two worlds upon which the different parties lived. While considerably less than the
acceleration of gravitation at the surface of the earth, the Tellurians could readily 
accustom
themselves to it; and it was not enough greater than that of Osnome to hamper seriously 
the
activities of the green people.
Well clear of the Earth's influence, Seaton assured himself that everything was
functioning properly, then stretched to his full height, writhed his arms over his head, and
heaved a deep sigh of relief.
"Folks," he declared, "this is the first time I've felt right since we got out of this old
bottle. Why, I feel so good a cat could walk up to me and scratch me right in the eye, and 
I
wouldn't even scratch back. Yowp! I'm a wild Siberian catamount, and this is my night to 
howl.
Whee-ee-yerow!" 
Dorothy laughed, a gay, lilting carol.
"Haven't I always told you he had cat blood in him, Peggy? Just like all tomcats, every
once in a while he has to stretch his claws and yowl. But go ahead, Dickie, I like it—this 
is the
first uproar you've made in weeks. I believe I'll join you!"
"It most certainly is a relief to get this load off our minds: I could do a little ladylike
yowling myself," Margaret said; and Crane, lying completely at ease, a thin spiral of 
smoke
curling up from his cigaret, nodded agreement.
"Dick's yowling is quite expressive at times. All of us feel the same way, but some of us
are unable to express ourselves quite so vividly. However, it is past bedtime, and we 
should
organize our crew. Shall we do it as we did before?"
"No, it isn't necessary. Everything is automatic. The bar is held parallel to the guiding
compass, and signal bells ring whenever any of the instruments show a trace of abnormal
behavior. Don't forget that there is at least one meter registering and recording every 
factor of
our flight. With this control system we can't get into any such jam as we did last trip."
"Surely you are not suggesting that we run all night with no one at the controls?"
"Exactly that. A man camping at this board is painting the lily and gilding fine gold.
Awake or asleep, nobody need be closer to it than is necessary to hear a bell if one should 
ring,
and you can hear them all over the ship. Furthermore, I'll bet a hat we won't hear a signal 
a week.
Simply as added precaution, though, I've run lines so that any time one of these signals 
lets go it
sounds a buzzer on the head of our bed; so I'm automatically taking the night shift. 
Remember,
Mart, these instruments are thousands of times as sensitive as the keenest human 
senses—they'll
spot trouble long before we could, even if we were looking right at it."
"Of course, you understand these instruments much better than I do, as yet. If you trust
them, I am perfectly willing to do the same. Goodnight."
Seaton sat down and Dorothy nestled beside him, her head snuggled into the curve of his
shoulder.
"Sleepy?"
"Heavens, no! I couldn't sleep now—could you?"
"Not any. What's the use?"
His arm tightened around her. Apparently motionless to its passengers, the cruiser bored
serenely on into space, with ever-mounting velocity. There was not the faintest sound, not 
the
slightest vibration—only the peculiar violet glow surrounding the shining copper cylinder 
in its
massive universal bearing gave any indication of the thousands of kilowatts being 
generated in
that mighty atomic power-plant. Seaton studied it thoughtfully.
"You know, Dottie, if that violet aura and copper bar were a little different in hue and
chroma, they'd be just like your eyes and hair," he remarked finally.
"What a comparison!" Dorothy's entrancing low chuckle bubbled through her words.
"You say the weirdest things at times! Possibly they would—and if die moon were made 
of
different stuff than it is and had a different color it might be green cheese, too! What say 
we go
over and look at the stars?"
"As you were, Rufus!" he commanded sternly. "Don't move a millimeter—you're a
perfect fit, right where you are. I'll get you any stars you want, and bring them right in 
here to
you. What constellation would you like? I'll even get you the Southern Cross—we never 
see it in
Washington."
"No, I want something familiar; the Pleiades or the Big Dipper—no, get me Canis
Major—"where Sirius, brightest jewel in the diadem of the firmament, holds sway'," she 
quoted.
"There! Thought I'd forgotten all the astronomy you ever taught me, didn't you? Think 
you can
find it?"
"Sure. Declination about minus twenty, as I remember it, and right ascension between six
and seven hours. Let's see —where would that be from our course?"
He thought for a moment, manipulated several levers and dials, snapped off the lights,
and swung number one exterior visiplate around, directly before their eyes.
"Oh . . . Oh . . . this is magnificent, Dick!" she exclaimed. "It's stupendous. It seems as
though we were right out there in space itself, and not in here at all. It's . . . it's perfectly
wonderful!"
Although neither of them was unacquainted with deep space, it presents a spectacle that
never fails to awe even the most seasoned observer; and no human being had ever before 
viewed
the wonders of space from such a coign of vantage. Thus the two fell silent and awed as 
they
gazed out into the abysmal depths of the interstellar void. The darkness of Earthly night is
ameliorated by light-rays scattered by the atmosphere; the stars twinkle and scintillate 
and their
light is diffused, because of the same medium. But here, what a contrast! They saw the 
utter,
absolute darkness of the complete absence of all light; and upon that indescribable 
blackness
they beheld superimposed the almost unbearable brilliance of enormous suns 
concentrated into
mathematical points, dimensionless. Sirius blazed in blue-white splendor, dominating the 
lesser
members of his constellation, a minute but intensely brilliant diamond upon a field of 
back
velvet—his refulgence unmarred by any trace of scintillation or distortion.
As Seaton slowly shifted the field of vision, angling toward and across the celestial
equator and the ecliptic, they beheld in turn mighty Rigel: The Belt, headed by dazzlingly
brilliant-white Delta-Orionis: red Betelgause: storied Aldebaran, the friend of mariners: 
and the
astronomically-constant Pleiades.
Seaton's arm contracted, swinging Dorothy into his embrace; their lips met and held.
"Isn't it wonderful, lover," she murmured, "to be out here in space this way, together,
away from all our troubles and worries? Really wonderful. . . I'm so happy, Dick."
"So am I, sweetheart." The man's arm tightened. "I'm not going to try to say anything . .
."
"I almost died, every time they shot at you." Dorothy's mind went back to what they had
gone through. "Suppose that your armor had cracked or something? I wouldn't want to go 
on
living. I would simply lie down and die."
"I'm glad it didn't crack—and I'm twice as glad that they didn't succeed in grabbing you
away from me . . ." His jaw set rigidly, his eyes became gray ice. "Blackie DuQuesne has 
got
something coming to him. So far, I have always paid my debts; and I will settle with him 
. . . IN
FULL.
"That was an awfully quick change of subject," he went on, his voice changing markedly,
"but that's the penalty we pay for being human—if we lived at peak all the time, there 
could be
no thrill in it, any time. And even though we have been married so long, I still get a 
tremendous
kick out of those peaks."
"So long!" Dorothy giggled. "Of course we do, we're unique. I know that everybody
thinks that they are, but you and I really are—and we know that we are. Also, Dick, I 
know that
it's thinking of that DuQuesne that keeps on dragging you down off of the high points. 
Why
wouldn't now be a good time to unload whatever it is that you've got on your mind 
besides that
tangled mop of hair?"
"Nothing much . . ."
"Come on, 'fess up. Tell it to Red-Top."
"Let me finish, woman! I was going to. Nothing much to go on but a hunch, but I think
that DuQuesne's somewhere out here in the great open spaces, where men are sometimes
schemers as well as men; and if so, I'm after him—foot, horse, and marines."
"That object compass?"
"Yeah. You see, I built that thing myself, and I know darn well it isn't out of order. It's
still on him, but doesn't indicate. Therefore he is too far away to reach—and with his 
mass, I
could find him anywhere up to about one and a half light-years. If he wants to go that far 
away
from home, where is his logical destination? It can't be anywhere but Osnome, since that 
is the
only place we stopped for any length of time—the only place where he could have 
learned
anything. He's learned something, or found something useful to him there, just as we did. 
That's
sure, since he is not the type of man to do anything without a purpose. Uncle Dudley is 
on his
trail—and will be able to locate him pretty soon."
"When you get that new compass-case exhausted to a skillionth of a whillimeter or
something, whatever it is? I thought Dunark said it took five hundred hours of pumping 
to get it
where he wanted it?"
"It did him—but while the Osnomians are wonders on some things, they ain't so hot on
others. You see, I've got three pumps on that job, in series. First, a Rodebush-Michalek 
super-
pump; then, backing that, an ordinary mercury-vapor pump; and last, backing both the 
others, a
Censo-Hyvac motor-driven oil pump. In less than fifty hours that case will be emptier 
than any
Dunark ever pumped. Just to make sure of cleaning up the last infinitesimal traces,
though—painting the lily, as it were—I'm going to flash a getter charge in it. After that, 
the
atmosphere in that case will be tenuous—take my word for it."
"I'll have to, most of that contribution to science being over my head like a circus tent.
What say we let Skylark Two drift by herself for a while, and catch us some of Nature's 
sweet
restorer?"



CHAPTER 4
THE ZONE OF FORCE IS TESTED

SEATON STRODE INTO THE CONTROL ROOM WITH A SMALL OBLONG BOX IN HIS HAND. 
CRANE WAS
SEATED AT THE DESK, PORING OVER AN ABSTRUSE MATHEMATICAL TREATISE IN SCIENCE. 
MARGARET WAS
WORKING UPON A BIT OF EMBROIDERY. DOROTHY, SEATED UPON A CUSHION ON THE 
FLOOR WITH ONE FOOT
TUCKED UNDER HER, WAS READING, HER HAND STRAYING FROM TIME TO TIME TO A BOX 
OF CHOCOLATES
CONVENIENTLY NEAR.
"WELL, THIS IS A PEACEFUL, HOME-LIKE SCENE—TOO BAD TO BREAK IT UP. JUST 
FINISHED SEALING
OFF AND FLASHING OUT THIS CASE, MART. GOING TO SEE IF SHE'LL READ. WANT TO TAKE 
A LOOK?" HE PLACED A
COMPASS UPON THE PLANE TABLE, SO THAT ITS FINAL BEARING COULD BE READ UPON THE 
MASTER CIRCLES
CONTROLLED BY THE GYROSCOPES; THEN SIMULTANEOUSLY STARTED HIS STOP-WATCH 
AND PRESSED THE BUTTON
WHICH CAUSED A MINUTE COUPLE TO BE APPLIED TO THE NEEDLE. INSTANTLY THE 
NEEDLE BEGAN TO REVOLVE,
AND FOR MANY MINUTES THERE WAS NO APPARENT CHANGE IN ITS MOTION IN EITHER THE 
PRIMARY OR
SECONDARY BEARINGS.
"DO YOU SUPPOSE IT IS OUT OF ORDER, AFTER ALL?" ASKED CRANE, REGRETFULLY.
"I DON'T THINK SO." SEATON PONDERED. "YOU SEE, THEY WEREN'T DESIGNED TO 
INDICATE SUCH
DISTANCES ON SUCH SMALL OBJECTS AS MEN, SO I THREW A MILLION OHMS IN SERIES 
WITH THE IMPULSE.
THAT CUTS DOWN THE FREE ROTATION TO LESS THAN HALF AN HOUR, AND INCREASES THE 
SENSITIVITY TO THE
LIMIT. THERE, AIN'T SHE TRYING TO QUIT IT?"
"YES, IT IS SETTLING DOWN. IT MUST BE ON HIM STILL." FINALLY THE ULTRA-SENSITIVE 
NEEDLE CAME
TO REST. WHEN IT HAD DONE SO SEATON CALCULATED THE DISTANCE, READ THE 
DIRECTION, AND MADE A
READING UPON OSNOME.
"HE'S THERE, ALL RIGHT. BEARINGS AGREE, AND DISTANCES CHECK TO WITHIN A FEW 
LIGHT-YEARS,
WHICH IS AS CLOSE AS WE CAN HOPE TO CHECK ON AS SMALL A MASS AS A MAN. WELL, 
THAT'S THAT—
NOTHING TO DO ABOUT IT UNTIL AFTER WE GET THERE. ONE SURE THING, MART—WE 
AIN'T COMING STRAIGHT
BACK HOME FROM 'X'." "NO, AN INVESTIGATION IS INDICATED." 
"WELL, THAT PUTS ME OUT OF A JOB. WHAT TO DO? DON'T WANT TO STUDY, LIKE YOU. 
CAN'T CROCHET,
LIKE PEG. DARNED IF I'LL SIT CROSS-LEGGED ON A PILLOW AND EAT CANDY, LIKE THAT 
TITIAN BLONDE OVER
THERE ON THE FLOOR. I KNOW WHAT—I'LL BUILD ME A MECHANICAL EDUCATOR AND 
TEACH SHIRO TO TALK
ENGLISH INSTEAD OF THAT MESS OF LANGUAGE HE INDULGES IN. HOW'D THAT BE, 
MART?"
"DON'T DO IT," PUT IN DOROTHY, POSITIVELY. "HE'S JUST TOO PERFECT, THE WAY HE IS. 
ESPECIALLY
DON'T DO IT IF HE'D TALK THE WAY YOU DO—OR COULD YOU TEACH HIM TO TALK THE WAY 
YOU WRITE?"
"OUCH! THAT'S A DIRTY DIG. HOWEVER, MRS. SEATON, I AM ABLE AND WILLING TO 
DEFEND MY
CUSTOMARY MODE OF SPEECH. YOU REALIZE THAT THE SPOKEN WORD IS EPHEMERAL, 
WHEREAS THE THOUGHT
WHOSE NUANCES HAVE ONCE BEEN EXPRESSED IN IMPERISHABLE PRINT IS NOT SUBJECT 
TO REVISION—ITS
CRUDITIES CAN NEVER BE REMODELED INTO MORE SUBTLE, MORE GRACIOUS SHADING. IT 
IS MY CONTENTION
THAT, DUE TO THESE INESCAPABLE CONDITIONS, THE MENTAL EFFORT NECESSITATED BY 
THE EMPLOYMENT OF
NICE DISTINCTIONS IN SENSE AND MEANING OF WORDS AND A SLAVISH ADHERENCE TO THE 
DICTATES OF THE
MORE PRECISE GRAMMARIANS SHOULD BE RESERVED FOR THE PRIN . . ."
HE BROKE OFF AS DOROTHY, IN ONE LITHE MOTION, ROSE AND HURLED HER PILLOW AT 
HIS HEAD.
"CHOKE HIM, SOMEBODY! PERHAPS YOU HAD BETTER BUILD IT, DICK, AFTER ALL."
"I BELIEVE THAT HE WOULD LIKE IT, DICK. HE IS TRYING HARD TO LEARN, AND THE 
CONTINUOUS USE OF
A DICTIONARY IS UNDOUBTEDLY A NUISANCE TO HIM."
"I'LL ASK HIM. SHIRO!"
"YOU HAVE CALL, SIR?" SHIRO ENTERED THE ROOM FROM HIS GALLEY, WITH HIS 
UNFAILING BOW.
"YES. HOW'D YOU LIKE TO LEARN TO TALK ENGLISH LIKE CRANE THERE DOES—WITHOUT 
TAKING
LESSONS?"
SHIRO SMILED DOUBTFULLY, UNABLE TO TAKE SUCH A THOUGHT SERIOUSLY.
"YES, IT CAN BE DONE," CRANE ASSURED HIM. "DOCTOR SEATON CAN BUILD A MACHINE 
WHICH WILL
TEACH YOU ALL AT ONCE, IF YOU LIKE."
"I LIKE, SIR, ENORMOUSLY, YES, SIR. I YEARS STUDY AND PORE, BUT HONORABLE ENGLISH
EXTRAORDINARY DIFFERENCE FROM NIPPONESE—NO CAN DO. DICTIONARY USEFUL BUT . 
. ." HE FLIPPED
PAGES DEXTEROUSLY, "EXTREMELY CUMBROUS. IF HONORABLE SEATON CAN DO, SHALL 
BE EXTREME . . .
GRATIFICATION."
HE BOWED AGAIN, SMILED, AND WENT OUT.
"I'LL DO JUST THAT LITTLE THING. SO-LONG, FOLKS. I'M GOING UP TO THE SHOP."
DAY AFTER DAY THE SKYLARK PLUNGED THROUGH THE VAST EMPTINESS OF THE 
INTERSTELLAR REACHES.
AT THE END OF EACH SECOND SHE WAS TRAVELING EXACTLY TWENTY SIX FEET PER 
SECOND FASTER THAN SHE
HAD BEEN AT ITS BEGINNING; AND AS DAY AFTER DAY PASSED, HER VELOCITY MOUNTED 
INTO FIGURES WHICH
BECAME MEANINGLESS, EVEN WHEN EXPRESSED IN THOUSANDS OF MILES PER SECOND. 
STILL SHE SEEMED
STATIONARY TO HER OCCUPANTS, AND ONLY DIFFERENT FROM A VESSEL MOTIONLESS 
UPON THE SURFACE OF THE
EARTH IN THAT OBJECTS WITHIN HER HULL HAD LOST THREE-SIXTEENTHS OF THEIR 
NORMAL WEIGHT. ONLY THE
RAPIDITY WITH WHICH THE CLOSER SUNS AND THEIR PLANETS WERE PASSED GAVE ANY 
INDICATION OF THE
FRIGHTFUL SPEED AT WHICH THEY WERE BEING HURRIED ALONG BY THE INCONCEIVABLE 
POWER OF THAT
DISINTEGRATING COPPER BAR.
WHEN THE VESSEL WAS NEARLY HALF-WAY TO 'X', THE BAR WAS REVERSED IN ORDER TO 
CHANGE THE
SIGN OF THEIR ACCELERATION, AND THE HOLLOW SPHERE SPUN THROUGH AN ANGLE OF 
ONE HUNDRED AND
EIGHTY DEGREES AROUND THE MOTIONLESS CAGE WHICH HOUSED THE ENORMOUS 
GYROSCOPES. STILL
APPARENTLY MOTIONLESS AND EXACTLY AS SHE HAD BEEN BEFORE, THE SKYLARK WAS 
NOW ACTUALLY TRAVELING
IN A DIRECTION WHICH SEEMED "DOWN", AND WITH A VELOCITY WHICH WAS BEING 
CONSTANTLY DECREASED
BY THE AMOUNT OF THEIR ACCELERATION.
A FEW DAYS AFTER THE BAR HAD BEEN REVERSED SEATON ANNOUNCED THAT THE 
MECHANICAL
EDUCATOR WAS COMPLETE, AND BROUGHT IT INTO THE CONTROL ROOM.
IN APPEARANCE IT WAS NOT UNLIKE A LARGE RADIO SET, BUT IT WAS INFINITELY MORE 
COMPLEX. IT
POSSESSED NUMEROUS TUBES, KINO-LAMPS, AND PHOTO-ELECTRIC CELLS, AS WELL AS 
MANY COILS OF PECULIAR
DESIGN—THERE WERE DOZENS OF DIALS AND KNOBS, AND A MULTIPLE SET OF HEAD-
HARNESSES.
"HOW CAN A THING LIKE THAT POSSIBLY WORK AS IT DOES?" ASKED CRANE. "I KNOW 
THAT IT DOES
WORK, BUT I COULD SCARCELY BELIEVE IT, EVEN AFTER IT HAD EDUCATED ME."
"THAT IS NOTHING LIKE THE ONE DUNARK USED, DICK," OBJECTED DOROTHY. "HOW 
COME?"
"I'LL ANSWER YOU FIRST, DOT. THIS IS AN IMPROVED MODEL—IT HAS QUITE A FEW 
GADGETS OF MY
OWN IN IT. NOW, MART, AS TO HOW IT WORKS—IT ISN'T SO FUNNY AFTER YOU 
UNDERSTAND IT—IT'S A LOT LIKE
RADIO IN THAT RESPECT. IT OPERATES ON A BAND OF FREQUENCIES LYING BETWEEN THE 
LONGEST LIGHT AND HEAT
WAVES AND THE SHORTEST RADIO WAVES. THIS THING HERE IS THE GENERATOR OF THOSE 
WAVES AND A VERY
HEAVY POWER AMPLIFIER. THE HEADSETS ARE STEREOSCOPIC TRANSMITTERS, TAKING OR 
RECEIVING A THREE-
DIMENSIONAL VIEW. NEARLY ALL MATTER IS TRANSPARENT TO THOSE WAVES; FOR 
INSTANCE BONES, HAIR, AND
SO ON. HOWEVER, CEREBRIN, A CEREBROSIDE PECULIAR TO THE THINKING STRUCTURE OF 
THE BRAIN, IS OPAQUE
TO THEM. DUNARK, NOT KNOWING CHEMISTRY, DIDN'T KNOW WHY THE EDUCATOR 
WORKED OR WHAT IT
WORKED ON—THEY FOUND OUT BY EXPERIMENT THAT IT DID WORK; JUST AS WE FOUND 
OUT ABOUT
ELECTRICITY. THIS THREE-DIMENSIONAL MODEL, OR VIEW, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO 
CALL IT, IS CONVERTED
INTO ELECTRICITY IN THE HEADSETS, AND THE RESULTING MODULATED WAVE GOES BACK 
TO THE EDUCATOR.
THERE IT IS HETERODYNED WITH ANOTHER WAVE —THIS SECOND FREQUENCY WAS 
FOUND AFTER THOUSANDS OF
TRIALS AND IS, I BELIEVE, THE EXACT FREQUENCY EXISTING IN THE OPTIC NERVES 
THEMSELVES—AND SENT TO
THE RECEIVING HEADSET. MODULATED AS IT IS, AND PRODUCING AFTER RECTIFICATION 
IN THE RECEIVER A THREE-
DIMENSIONAL PICTURE, IT OF COURSE REPRODUCES EXACTLY WHAT HAS BEEN 'VIEWED', 
IF DUE ALLOWANCE HAS
BEEN MADE FOR THE SIZE AND CONFIGURATION OF THE DIFFERENT BRAINS INVOLVED IN 
THE TRANSFER. YOU
REMEMBER A SORT OF FLASH—A SENSATION OF SEEING SOMETHING—WHEN THE 
EDUCATOR WORKED ON YOU?
WELL, YOU DID SEE IT, JUST AS THOUGH IT HAD BEEN TRANSMITTED TO THE BRAIN BY THE 
OPTIC NERVE, BUT
EVERYTHING CAME AT ONCE, SO THE IMPRESSION OF SIGHT WAS CONFUSED. THE RESULT 
IN THE BRAIN,
HOWEVER, WAS CLEAR AND PERMANENT. THE ONLY DRAWBACK IS THAT YOU HAVEN'T THE 
VISUAL MEMORY OF
WHAT YOU HAVE LEARNED, AND THAT SOMETIMES MAKES IT HARD TO USE YOUR 
KNOWLEDGE. YOU DON'T
KNOW WHETHER YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT A CERTAIN SUBJECT OR NOT UNTIL AFTER 
YOU GO DIGGING
AROUND IN YOUR BRAIN LOOKING FOR IT."
"I SEE," SAID CRANE, AND DOROTHY, THE IRREPRESSIBLE, PUT IN: "JUST AS CLEAR AS SO 
MUCH MUD.
WHAT ARE THE IMPROVEMENTS YOU ADDED TO THE ORIGINAL DESIGN?"
"WELL, YOU SEE, I HAD A BIG ADVANTAGE IN KNOWING THAT CEREBRIN WAS THE 
SUBSTANCE
INVOLVED, AND WITH THAT KNOWLEDGE I COULD CARRY MATTERS CONSIDERABLY 
FARTHER THAN DUNARK COULD
IN HIS ORIGINAL MODEL. I CAN TRANSFER THE THOUGHTS OF SOMEBODY ELSE TO A THIRD 
PARTY OR ONTO A
RECORD. DUNARK'S MACHINE COULDN'T WORK AGAINST RESISTANCE—IF THE SUBJECT 
WASN'T WILLING TO GIVE
UP HIS THOUGHTS HE COULDN'T GET 'EM. THIS ONE CAN TAKE 'EM AWAY BY FORCE. IN 
FACT, BY INCREASING
PLATE AND GRID VOLTAGES IN THE AMPLIFIER, I BELIEVE THAT I CAN BURN OUT A MAN'S 
BRAIN. YESTERDAY, I
WAS PLAYING WITH IT, TRANSFERRING A SECTION OF MY OWN BRAIN ONTO A MAGNETIZED 
TAPE—FOR A
PERMANENT RECORD, YOU KNOW—AND FOUND OUT THAT ABOVE CERTAIN RATHER LOW 
VOLTAGES IT BECOMES A
FORM OF TORTURE THAT WOULD MAKE THE BEST EFFORTS OF THE OLD INQUISITION SEEM 
LIKE A PETTING PARTY."
"DID YOU SUCCEED IN THE TRANSFER?" CRANE WAS INTENSELY INTERESTED.
"SURE. PUSH THE BUTTON FOR SHIRO, AND WE'LL START SOMETHING."
"PUT YOUR HEADS AGAINST THIS SCREEN," HE DIRECTED WHEN SHIRO HAD COME IN, 
SMILING AND
BOWING AS USUAL. "I'VE GOT TO CALIPER YOUR BRAINS TO DO A GOOD JOB."
THE CALIPERING DONE, HE ADJUSTED VARIOUS DIALS AND CLAMPED THE ELECTRODES 
OVER HIS OWN
HEAD AND OVER THE HEADS OF CRANE AND SHIRO.
"WANT TO LEARN JAPANESE WHILE WE'RE AT IT, MART? I'M GOING TO."
"YES, PLEASE. I TRIED TO LEARN IT WHILE I WAS IN JAPAN, BUT IT WAS ALTOGETHER TOO 
DIFFICULT TO
BE WORTH WHILE."
SEATON THREW IN A SWITCH, OPENED IT, DEPRESSED TWO MORE, OPENED THEM, AND 
THREW OFF THE
POWER.
"ALL SET," HE REPORTED CRISPLY, AND BARKED A SERIES OF EXPLOSIVE SYLLABLES AT 
SHIRO, ENDING
UPON A RISING NOTE.
"YES, SIR," ANSWERED THE JAPANESE. "YOU SPEAK NIPPONESE AS THOUGH YOU HAD 
NEVER
SPOKEN ANY OTHER TONGUE. I AM VERY GRATEFUL TO YOU, SIR, THAT I MAY NOW DISCARD 
MY DICTIONARY."
"HOW ABOUT YOU TWO GIRLS—ANYTHING YOU WANT TO LEARN IN A HURRY?"
"NOT ME!" DECLARED DOROTHY EMPHATICALLY. "THAT MACHINE IS TOO PERFECTLY 
DARNED WEIRD TO
SUIT ME. BESIDES, IF I KNEW AS MUCH ABOUT SCIENCE AS YOU DO, WE'D PROBABLY FIGHT 
ABOUT IT."
"I DO NOT BELIEVE I CARE TO. . ." BEGAN MARGARET.
SHE WAS INTERRUPTED BY THE PENETRATING SOUND OF AN ALARM BELL.
"THAT'S A NEW NOTE!" EXCLAIMED SEATON, "I NEVER HEARD THAT TONE BEFORE."
HE STOOD IN SURPRISE AT THE BOARD, WHERE A BRILLIANT PURPLE LIGHT WAS FLASHING 
SLOWLY.
"GREAT CAT! THAT'S A PURELY OSNOMIAN WAR-GADGET—KIND OF A BATTLESHIP 
DETECTOR—SHOWS THAT
THERE'S A BOATLOAD OF BAD NEWS AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE. GRAB THE VISIPLATES 
QUICK, FOLKS," AS HE
RANG SHIRO'S BELL. "I'LL TAKE VISIPLATE AND AREA ONE, DEAD AHEAD. MART, TAKE 
NUMBER TWO; DOT, THREE;
PEG FOUR; SHIRO, FIVE. LOOK SHARP! . . . NOTHING IN FRONT. SEE ANYTHING, ANY OF 
YOU?"
NONE OF THEM COULD DISCOVER ANYTHING AMISS, BUT THE PURPLE LIGHT CONTINUED 
TO FLASH, AND
THE ALARM TO SOUND. SEATON CUT OFF THE BELL.
"WE'RE ALMOST TO 'X'," HE THOUGHT ALOUD. "CAN'T BE MORE THAN A MILLION MILES 
OR SO, AND
WE'RE ALMOST STOPPED. WONDER IF SOMEBODY'S THERE AHEAD OF US? MAYBE DUNARK 
IS DOING THIS,
THOUGH. I'LL CALL HIM AND SEE." HE THREW IN A SWITCH AND SAID ONE WORD—
"DUNARK!"
"HERE!" CAME THE VOICE OF THE KOFEDIX FROM THE SPEAKER. "ARE YOU 
GENERATING?"
"NO—JUST CALLED TO SEE IF YOU WERE. WHAT DO YOU MAKE OF IT?"
"NOTHING AS YET. BETTER CLOSE UP?"
"YES, EDGE OVER THIS WAY AND I'LL COME OVER TO MEET YOU. LEAVE YOUR NEGATIVE 
AS IT
IS—WE'LL BE STOPPED DIRECTLY. WHATEVER IT IS, IT'S DEAD AHEAD. IT'S A LONG WAYS 
OFF YET, BUT WE'D
BETTER GET ORGANIZED. WOULDN'T TALK MUCH, EITHER—THEY MAY INTERCEPT OUR 
WAVE, NARROW AS IT IS."
"BETTER YET, SHUT OFF YOUR RADIO ENTIRELY. WHEN WE GET CLOSE ENOUGH 
TOGETHER, WE'LL USE THE
HAND-LANGUAGE. YOU MAY NOT KNOW THAT YOU KNOW IT, BUT YOU DO. TURN YOUR 
HEAVIEST SEARCHLIGHT
TOWARD ME—I'LL DO THE SAME."
THERE WAS A CLICK AS DUNARK'S POWER WAS SHUT OFF ABRUPTLY, AND SEATON 
GRINNED AS HE CUT
HIS OWN.
"THAT'S RIGHT, TOO, FOLKS. IN OSNOMIAN BATTLES WE ALWAYS USED A SIGN-LANGUAGE 
WHEN WE
COULDN'T HEAR ANYTHING—AND THAT WAS MOST OF THE TIME. I KNOW IT AS WELL AS I 
KNOW ENGLISH, NOW
THAT I AM REMINDED OF THE FACT."
HE SHIFTED HIS COURSE TO INTERCEPT THAT OF THE OSNOMIAN VESSEL. AFTER A TIME 
THE WATCHERS
PICKED OUT A MINUTE POINT OF LIGHT, MOVING COMPARATIVELY RAPIDLY AGAINST THE 
STARS, AND KNEW IT TO
BE THE SEARCHLIGHT OF THE KONDAL. SOON THE TWO VESSELS WERE ALMOST SIDE BY 
SIDE, MOVING
CAUTIOUSLY FORWARD, AND SEATON SET UP A SIXTY-INCH PARABOLIC REFLECTOR, 
FOCUSED UPON A COIL. AS
THEY WENT ON THE PURPLE LIGHT CONTINUED TO FLASH MORE AND MORE RAPIDLY, BUT 
STILL NOTHING WAS TO
BE SEEN.
"TAKE NUMBER SIX VISIPLATE, WILL YOU, MART? IT'S TELESCOPIC, EQUIVALENT TO A 
TWENTY-INCH
REFRACTOR. I'LL TELL YOU WHERE TO LOOK IN A MINUTE—THIS REFLECTOR INCREASES 
THE POWER OF THE REGULAR
INDICATOR." HE STUDIED METERS AND ADJUSTED DIALS. "SET ON NINETEEN HOURS 
FORTY-THREE MINUTES, AND
TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY ONE DEGREES. HE'S TOO FAR AWAY YET TO READ EXACTLY, BUT 
THAT'LL PUT HIM IN THE
FIELD OF VISION."
"IS THIS RADIATION HARMFUL?" ASKED MARGARET.
"NOT YET—IT'S TOO WEAK. PRETTY QUICK WE MAY BE ABLE TO FEEL IT; THEN I'LL 
THROW OUT A
SCREEN AGAINST IT. WHEN IT'S STRONG ENOUGH IT'S PRETTY DEADLY STUFF. SEE 
ANYTHING, MART?"
"I SEE SOMETHING, BUT IT IS VERY INDISTINCT. IT IS MOVING IN SHARPER NOW. YES, IT IS 
A SPACE-
SHIP, SHAPED LIKE A DIRIGIBLE AIRSHIP."
"SEE IT YET, DUNARK?" SEATON SIGNALED.
"JUST SIGHTED IT. READY TO ATTACK?"
"I AM NOT. I'M GOING TO RUN. LET'S GO, AND GO FAST!"
DUNARK SIGNALED VIOLENTLY, AND SEATON SHOOK HIS HEAD TIME AFTER TIME, 
STUBBORNLY.
"A DIFFICULTY?" ASKED CRANE.
"YES, HE WANTS TO GO JUMP ON IT, BUT I'M NOT LOOKING FOR TROUBLE WITH ANY SUCH 
CRAFT AS
THAT—IT MUST BE A THOUSAND FEET LONG AND IS CERTAINLY NEITHER TERRESTRIAL 
NOR OSNOMIAN. I SAY BEAT
IT WHILE WE'RE ALL IN ONE PIECE. HOW ABOUT IT?"
"ABSOLUTELY," CONCURRED CRANE AND BOTH WOMEN, IN A BREATH.
THE BAR WAS REVERSED AND THE SKYLARK LEAPED AWAY. THE KONDAL FOLLOWED, 
ALTHOUGH THE
OBSERVERS COULD SEE THAT DUNARK WAS RAGING. SEATON SWUNG NUMBER SIX 
VISIPLATE AROUND, LOOKED
ONCE, AND SWITCHED ON HIS RADIO TRANSMITTER.
"WELL, DUNARK," HE SAID GRIMLY, "YOU GET YOUR WISH. THAT BIRD IS COMING OUT, 
WITH AT LEAST
TWICE THE ACCELERATION WE COULD GET WITH BOTH MOTORS FULL ON. HE SAW US ALL 
THE TIME, AND WAS
WAITING FOR US."
"GO ON—GET AWAY IF YOU CAN. YOU CAN STAND A HIGHER ACCELERATION THAN WE 
CAN. WE'LL
HOLD HIM AS LONG AS POSSIBLE."
"I WOULD, IF IT WOULD DO ANY GOOD, BUT IT WON'T. HE'S SO MUCH FASTER THAN WE ARE 
THAT HE
COULD CATCH US ANYWAY, IF HE WANTED TO, NO MATTER HOW MUCH OF A START WE 
HAD—AND IT LOOKS NOW
AS THOUGH HE WANTED US. TWO OF US STAND A LOT BETTER CHANCE THAN ONE OF 
LICKING HIM IF HE'S
LOOKING FOR TROUBLE. SPREAD OUT A LITTLE FARTHER APART, AND PRETEND THIS IS ALL 
THE SPEED WE'VE GOT.
WHAT'LL WE GIVE HIM FIRST?"
"GIVE HIM EVERYTHING AT ONCE. BEAMS SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, AND TEN . . ." CRANE, 
WITH
SEATON, BEGAN MAKING CONTACTS, RAPIDLY BUT WITH PRECISION. "HEAT WAVE TWO-
SEVEN. INDUCTION,
FIVE-EIGHT. OSCILLATION, EVERYTHING UNDER POINT OH SIX THREE. ALL THE 
EXPLOSIVE COPPER WE CAN GET
IN. RIGHT?"
"RIGHT—AND IF WORST COMES TO WORST, REMEMBER THE ZONE OF FORCE. LET HIM 
SHOOT FIRST,
BECAUSE HE MAY BE PEACEABLE— BUT IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE OLIVE BRANCHES TO ME."
"GOT BOTH YOUR SCREENS OUT?"
"YES. MART, YOU MIGHT TAKE NUMBER TWO VISIPLATE AND WORK THE GUNS—I'LL 
HANDLE THE REST
OF THIS STUFF. BETTER STRAP YOURSELVES IN SOLID, EVERYBODY—THIS MAY DEVELOP 
INTO A ROUGH PARTY,
BY THE LOOKS OF THINGS RIGHT NOW."
AS HE SPOKE A PYROTECHNIC DISPLAY ENVELOPED THE ENTIRE SHIP AS A RADIATION 
FROM THE
FOREIGN VESSEL STRUCK THE OUTER NEUTRALIZING SCREEN AND DISSIPATED ITS FORCE 
HARMLESSLY IN THE ETHER.
INSTANTLY SEATON THREW ON THE FULL POWER OF HIS REFRIGERATING SYSTEM AND 
SHOVED IN THE MASTER
SWITCH THAT ACTUATED THE COMPLEX OFFENSIVE ARMAMENT OF HIS DREADNOUGHT OF 
THE SKIES. AN
INTENSE, LIVID VIOLET GLOW HID COMPLETELY MAIN AND AUXILIARY POWER BARS, AND 
LONG FLASHES LEAPED
BETWEEN METALLIC OBJECTS IN ALL PARTS OF THE VESSEL. THE PASSENGERS FELT EACH 
HAIR STRIVING TO STAND
ON END AS THE VERY AIR BECAME MORE AND MORE HIGHLY CHARGED—AND THIS WAS BUT 
THE SLIGHT
CORONA-LOSS OF THE FRIGHTFUL STREAM OF DESTRUCTION BEING HURLED AT THE 
OTHER SPACE-CRUISER, NOW
ONLY MILES AWAY!
SEATON STARED INTO NUMBER ONE VISIPLATE, MANIPULATING LEVERS AND DIALS AS HE 
DROVE THE
SKYLARK HITHER AND YON, DODGING FRANTICALLY, THE WHILE THE AUTOMATIC 
FOCUSING DEVICES REMAINED
CENTERED UPON THE ENEMY AND THE ENORMOUS GENERATORS CONTINUED TO POUR 
FORTH THEIR DEADLY
FREQUENCIES. THE BARS GLOWED MORE FIERCELY AS THEY WERE ADVANCED TO FULL 
WORKING LOAD—THE
STRANGER WAS ONE BLAZE OF INCANDESCENT IONIZATION, BUT SHE STILL FOUGHT ON; 
AND SEATON NOTICED
THAT THE PYROMETERS RECORDING THE TEMPERATURE OF THE SHELL WERE MOUNTING 
RAPIDLY, IN SPITE OF THE
REFRIGERATORS.
"DUNARK, PUT EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT ONTO ONE SPOT—RIGHT ON THE END OF HIS 
NOSE!"
AS THE FIRST SHELL STRUCK THE MARK SEATON CONCENTRATED EVERY FORCE AT HIS 
COMMAND UPON
THE DESIGNATED POINT. THE AIR IN THE SKYLARK CRACKLED AND HISSED AND INTENSE 
VIOLET FLAMES LEAPED
FROM THE BARS AS THEY WERE DRIVEN ALMOST TO THE POINT OF DISRUPTION. FROM THE 
FORWARD END OF THE
STRANGE CRAFT THERE ERUPTED PROMINENCE AFTER PROMINENCE OF SEARING, 
UNBEARABLE FLAME AS THE
TERRIFIC CHARGES OF EXPLOSIVE COPPER STRUCK THE MARK AND EXPLODED, 
LIBERATING INSTANTANEOUSLY
THEIR MILLIONS OF MILLIONS OF KILOWATT-HOURS OF ENERGY. EACH PROMINENCE 
ENVELOPED ALL THREE OF
THE FIGHTING VESSELS AND EXTENDED FOR HUNDREDS OF MILES OUT INTO SPACE—BUT 
STILL THE ENEMY
WARSHIP CONTINUED TO HURL FORTH SOLID AND VIBRATORY DESTRUCTION.
A BRILLIANT ORANGE LIGHT FLARED UPON THE PANEL, AND SEATON GASPED AS HE 
SWUNG HIS
VISIPLATE UPON HIS DEFENSES, WHICH HE HAD SUPPOSED IMPREGNABLE. HIS OUTER 
SCREEN WAS ALREADY
DOWN, ALTHOUGH ITS MIGHTY COPPER GENERATOR WAS EXERTING ITS UTMOST POWER. 
BLACK AREAS HAD
ALREADY APPEARED AND WERE SPREADING RAPIDLY, WHERE THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN 
ONLY INCANDESCENT
RADIANCE; AND THE INNER -SCREEN WAS EVEN NOW RADIATING FAR INTO THE ULTRA-
VIOLET AND WAS CERTAINLY
DOOMED. KNOWING AS HE DID THE STUPENDOUS POWER DRIVING THOSE SCREENS, HE 
KNEW THAT THERE
WERE SUPERHUMAN AND INCONCEIVABLE FORCES BEING DIRECTED AGAINST THEM, AND 
HIS RIGHT HAND
FLASHED TO THE SWITCH CONTROLLING THE ZONE OF FORCE. FAST AS HE WAS, MUCH 
HAPPENED IN THE MERE
MOMENT THAT PASSED BEFORE HIS FLYING HAND COULD CLOSE THE SWITCH. IN THE LAST 
INFINITESIMAL INSTANT
OF TIME BEFORE THE ZONE CLOSED IN, A GAPING HOLE APPEARED IN THE 
INCANDESCENCE OF THE INNER
SCREEN, AND A SMALL PORTION OF A BAR OF ENERGY SO STUPENDOUS AS TO BE PALPABLE 
STRUCK, LIKE A
TANGIBLE PROJECTILE, THE EXPOSED FLANK OF THE SKYLARK. INSTANTLY THE 
REFRACTORY ARENAK TURNED AN
INTENSE, DAZZLING WHITE AND MORE THAN A FOOT OF THE FORTY-EIGHT-INCH SKIN OF 
THE VESSEL MELTED
AWAY LIKE SNOW BEFORE AN OXY-ACETYLENE FLAME, MELTING AND FLYING AWAY IN 
MOLTEN GLOBULES AND
SPARKLING GASES—THE REFRIGERATING COILS LINING THE HULL WERE USELESS AGAINST 
THE CONCENTRATED
ENERGY OF THAT TITANIC THRUST. AS SEATON SHUT OFF HIS POWER INTENSE DARKNESS 
AND UTTER SILENCE
CLOSED IN, AND HE SNAPPED ON THE LIGHTS.
"THEY TAKE ONE TRICK!" HE BLAZED, HIS EYES ALMOST EMITTING SPARKS, AND LEAPED 
FOR THE
GENERATORS. HE HAD FORGOTTEN THE EFFECTS OF THE ZONE OF FORCE, HOWEVER, AND 
ONLY SPRAWLED
GROTESQUELY IN THE AIR UNTIL HE FLOATED WITHIN REACH OF A LINE.
"HOLD EVERYTHING, DICK!" CRANE SNAPPED, AS SEATON BENT OVER ONE OF THE BARS. 
"WHAT ARE
YOU GOING TO DO?"
"I'M GOING TO PUT AS HEAVY BARS IN THESE GENERATORS AS THEY'LL STAND AND GO OUT 
AND GET THAT
BIRD. WE CAN'T LICK HIM WITH OSNOMIAN BEAMS OR WITH OUR EXPLOSIVE COPPER, BUT 
I CAN CARVE THAT
SAUSAGE INTO SLICES WITH A ZONE OF FORCE, AND I'M GOING TO DO IT."
"STEADY, OLD MAN—TAKE IT EASY. I SEE YOUR POINT, BUT REMEMBER THAT YOU MUST 
RELEASE THE
ZONE OF FORCE BEFORE YOU CAN USE IT AS A WEAPON. FURTHERMORE, YOU MUST 
DISCOVER HIS EXACT
LOCATION, AND MUST GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO HIM TO USE THE ZONE AS A WEAPON, ALL 
WITHOUT ITS
PROTECTION. CAN THOSE SCREENS BE MADE SUFFICIENTLY POWERFUL TO WITHSTAND 
THE BEAM THEY
EMPLOYED LAST, EVEN FOR A SECOND?"
"HM . . .M . . .M. NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT, MART," SEATON REPLIED, THE FIRE DYING 
OUT OF HIS
EYES. "WONDER HOW LONG THE BATTLE LASTED?"
"EIGHT AND TWO-TENTHS SECONDS, FROM FIRST TO LAST, BUT THEY HAD HAD THAT 
HEAVY RAY IN ACTION
ONLY A FRACTION OF ONE SECOND WHEN YOU CUT IN THE ZONE OF FORCE. EITHER THEY 
UNDERESTIMATED OUR
STRENGTH AT FIRST, OR ELSE IT REQUIRED ABOUT EIGHT SECONDS TO TUNE IN THEIR 
HEAVY
GENERATORS—PROBABLY THE FORMER."
"BUT WE'VE GOT TO DO SOMETHING, MAN! WE CAN'T JUST SIT HERE AND TWIDDLE OUR 
THUMBS!"
"WHY, AND WHY NOT? THAT COURSE SEEMS EMINENTLY WISE AND PROPER. IN FACT, AT 
THE PRESENT
TIME, THUMB-TWIDDLING SEEMS TO ME TO BE DISTINCTLY INDICATED."
"OH, YOU'RE FULL OF LITTLE RED ANTS! WE CAN'T DO A THING WITH THAT ZONE ON—
AND YOU SAY JUST
SIT HERE. SUPPOSE THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT THAT ZONE OF FORCE? SUPPOSE THEY CAN 
CRACK IT? SUPPOSE
THEY RAM US?"
"I SHALL TAKE UP YOUR OBJECTIONS IN ORDER," CRANE HAD LIGHTED A CIGARETTE AND 
WAS SMOKING
MEDITATIVELY. "FIRST, THEY MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT IT. AT PRESENT, THAT POINT 
IS IMMATERIAL.
SECOND, WHETHER OR NOT THEY KNOW ABOUT IT, IT IS ALMOST A CERTAINTY THAT THEY 
CANNOT CRACK IT. IT HAS
BEEN UP FOR MORE THAN THREE MINUTES, AND THEY UNDOUBTEDLY CONCENTRATED 
EVERYTHING POSSIBLE
UPON US DURING THAT TIME. IT IS STILL STANDING. I REALLY EXPECTED IT TO GO DOWN IN 
THE FIRST FEW
SECONDS, BUT NOW THAT IT HAS HELD THIS LONG IT WILL, IN ALL PROBABILITY, CONTINUE 
TO HOLD INDEFINITELY.
THIRD, THEY MOST CERTAINLY WILL NOT RAM US, FOR SEVERAL REASONS. THEY 
PROBABLY HAVE ENCOUNTERED
FEW, IF ANY, FOREIGN VESSELS ABLE TO STAND AGAINST THEM FOR A MINUTE, AND WILL 
ACT ACCORDINGLY.
THEN, TOO, IT IS PROBABLY SAFE TO ASSUME THAT THEIR VESSEL IS DAMAGED, TO SOME 
SLIGHT EXTENT AT
LEAST; FOR I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT ANY POSSIBLE ARMAMENT COULD WITHSTAND THE 
FORCES WE DIRECTED
AGAINST THEM AND ESCAPE ENTIRELY UNSCATHED. FINALLY, IF THEY RAM US, WHAT 
WOULD HAPPEN? WOULD
WE FEEL THE SHOCK? THAT BARRIER IN THE ETHER SEEMS IMPERVIOUS, AND IF SO, IT 
COULD NOT TRANSMIT A
BLOW. I DO NOT SEE EXACTLY HOW IT WOULD AFFECT THE SHIP DEALING THE BLOW. YOU 
ARE THE ONE WHO
WORKS OUT THE NEW PROBLEMS IN UNEXPLORED MATHEMATICS—SOME TIME YOU MUST 
TAKE A FEW
MONTHS OFF AND WORK IT OUT."
"YEAH, IT'D TAKE THAT LONG, TOO, I GUESS—BUT YOU'RE RIGHT, HE CAN'T HURT US. 
THAT'S USING THE
BRAIN, MART! I WAS GOING OFF HALF-COCKED AGAIN, DAMN IT! I'LL PIPE DOWN, AND 
WE'LL GO INTO A
HUDDLE."
SEATON NOTICED THAT DOROTHY'S FACE WAS WHITE AND THAT SHE WAS FIGHTING FOR 
SELF-CONTROL.
DRAWING HIMSELF OVER TO HER, HE PICKED HER UP IN A TIGHT EMBRACE.
"CHEER UP, RED-TOP! THIS MAN'S WAR AIN'T STARTED YET!"
"NOT STARTED? WHAT DO YOU MEAN? HAVEN'T YOU AND MARTIN JUST BEEN ADMITTING 
TO EACH
OTHER THAT YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING? DOESN'T THAT MEAN THAT WE ARE BEATEN?"
"BEATEN! US? HOW DO YOU GET THAT WAY? NOT ON YOUR SWEET YOUNG LIFE!" HE 
EJACULATED,
AND THE SURPRISE ON HIS FACE WAS SO MANIFEST THAT SHE RECOVERED INSTANTLY. 
"WE'VE JUST DUG A HOLE
AND PULLED THE HOLE IN AFTER US, THAT'S ALL! WHEN WE GET EVERYTHING DOPED OUT 
TO SUIT US WE'LL SNAP
OUT OF IT AND THAT BIRD'LL THINK HE'S BEEN PETTING A WILDCAT!"
"MART, YOU'RE THE THINKING END OF THIS PARTNERSHIP," HE CONTINUED 
THOUGHTFULLY. "YOU'VE
GOT THE ANALYTICAL MIND AND THE JUDICIAL DISPOSITION, AND CAN THINK CIRCLES 
AROUND ME. FROM WHAT
LITTLE YOU'VE SEEN OF THOSE FOLKS TELL ME WHO, WHAT, AND WHERE THEY ARE. I'M 
GETTING THE GERM OF AN
IDEA, AND MAYBE WE CAN MAKE IT WORK."
"I WILL TRY IT." CRANE PAUSED. "THEY ARE, OF COURSE, NEITHER FROM THE EARTH 
NOR FROM
OSNOME. IT IS ALSO EVIDENT THAT THEY ARE FAMILIAR WITH ATOMIC ENERGY. THEIR 
VESSELS ARE NOT
PROPELLED AS OURS ARE—THEY HAVE SO PERFECTED THAT FORCE THAT IT ACTS UPON 
EVERY PARTICLE OF THE
STRUCTURE AND ITS CONTENTS . . ." "HOW DO YOU FIGURE THAT?" BLURTED SEATON. 
"BECAUSE OF THE
ACCELERATION THEY CAN STAND. NOTHING EVEN SEMI-HUMAN, AND PROBABLY NOTHING 
LIVING, COULD
ENDURE IT OTHERWISE. RIGHT?"
"YEAH—I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT."
"FURTHERMORE, THEY ARE FAR FROM HOME, FOR IF THEY WERE FROM ANYWHERE 
NEARBY, THE
OSNOMIANS WOULD PROBABLY HAVE KNOWN OF THEM—PARTICULARLY SINCE IT IS 
EVIDENT FROM THE SIZE OF
THE VESSEL THAT SPACE TRAVEL IS NOT A RECENT DEVELOPMENT WITH THEM, AS IT IS 
WITH US. SINCE THE
GREEN SYSTEM IS CLOSE TO THE CENTER OF THE GALAXY, IT SEEMS REASONABLE, AS A 
WORKING HYPOTHESIS, TO
ASSUME THAT THEY ARE FROM SOME SYSTEM FAR FROM THE CENTER, PERHAPS CLOSE TO 
THE OUTER EDGE. THEY
ARE VERY EVIDENTLY OF A HIGH DEGREE OF INTELLIGENCE. THEY ARE ALSO HIGHLY 
TREACHEROUS AND
MERCILESS . . ."
"WHY?" ASKED DOROTHY, WHO WAS LISTENING EAGERLY. "I DEDUCE THOSE 
CHARACTERISTICS FROM
THEIR UNPROVOKED ATTACK UPON PEACEFUL SHIPS, VASTLY SMALLER AND SUPPOSEDLY 
OF INFERIOR
ARMAMENT; AND ALSO FROM THE NATURE OF THAT ATTACK. THIS VESSEL IS PROBABLY A 
SCOUT OR AN EXPLORING
SHIP, SINCE IT IS APPARENTLY ALONE. IT IS NOT ALTOGETHER BEYOND THE BOUNDS OF 
REASON TO IMAGINE IT
UPON A VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY, IN SEARCH OF NEW PLANETS TO BE SUBJUGATED AND 
COLONIZED . . ."
"THAT'S A SWEET PICTURE OF OUR FUTURE NEIGHBORS—BUT I GUESS YOU'RE HITTING 
THE NAIL ON THE
HEAD, AT THAT."
"IF THESE DEDUCTIONS ARE ANYWHERE NEARLY CORRECT THEY ARE TERRIBLE 
NEIGHBORS. FOR MY NEXT
POINT, ARE WE JUSTIFIED IN ASSUMING THAT THEY DO OR DO NOT KNOW ABOUT THE ZONE 
OF FORCE?"
"THAT'S A HARD ONE. KNOWING WHAT THEY EVIDENTLY DO KNOW, IT'S HARD TO SEE HOW 
THEY COULD
HAVE MISSED IT. AND YET, IF THEY HAD KNOWN ABOUT IT FOR A LONG TIME, WOULDN'T 
THEY BE ABLE TO GET
THROUGH IT? OF COURSE IT MAY BE A REAL AND TOTAL BARRIER IN THE ETHER—IN THAT 
CASE THEY'D KNOW THAT
THEY COULDN'T DO A THING AS LONG AS WE KEEP IT ON. TAKE YOUR CHOICE, BUT I 
BELIEVE THAT THEY KNOW
ABOUT IT, AND KNOW MORE THAN WE DO—THAT IT IS A TOTAL BARRIER SET UP IN THE 
ETHER."
"I AGREE WITH YOU, AND WE SHALL PROCEED UPON THAT ASSUMPTION. THEY KNOW, 
THEN, THAT
NEITHER THEY NOR WE CAN DO ANYTHING AS LONG AS WE MAINTAIN THE ZONE—THAT IT 
IS A STALEMATE. THEY
ALSO KNOW THAT IT TAKES AN ENORMOUS AMOUNT OF POWER TO KEEP THE ZONE IN 
PLACE. NOW WE HAVE
GONE AS FAR AS WE CAN GO UPON THE MEAGER DATA WE HAVE—CONSIDERABLY FARTHER 
THAN WE REALLY ARE
JUSTIFIED IN GOING. WE MUST NOW TRY TO COME TO SOME CONCLUSION CONCERNING 
THEIR PRESENT
ACTIVITIES. IF OUR IDEAS AS TO THEIR NATURES ARE EVEN APPROXIMATELY CORRECT 
THEY ARE WAITING,
PROBABLY FAIRLY CLOSE AT HAND, UNTIL WE SHALL BE COMPELLED TO RELEASE THE 
ZONE, NO MATTER HOW LONG
THAT PERIOD OF WAITING SHALL BE. THEY KNOW, OF COURSE, FROM OUR SMALL SIZE, 
THAT WE CANNOT CARRY
ENOUGH COPPER TO MAINTAIN IT INDEFINITELY, AS THEY COULD. DOES THAT SOUND 
REASONABLE?"
"I CHECK YOU TO NINETEEN DECIMAL PLACES, MART, AND FROM YOUR IDEAS I'M GETTING 
SURER AND
SURER THAT WE CAN PULL THEIR CORKS. I CAN GET INTO ACTION IN A HURRY WHEN I HAVE 
TO, AND MY IDEA
NOW IS TO WAIT UNTIL THEY RELAX A TRIFLE, AND THEN SLIP A FAST ONE OVER ON THEM. 
ONE MORE BUBBLE
OUT OF THE OLD THINK-TANK AND I'LL LET YOU OFF FOR THE DAY. AT WHAT TIME WILL 
THEIR VIGILANCE BE AT
LOWEST EBB? THAT'S A POSER, I'LL ADMIT, BUT THE ANSWER TO IT MAY ANSWER 
EVERYTHING—THE FIRST SHOT
WILL, OF COURSE, BE THE BEST CHANCE WELL EVER HAVE."
"YES, WE SHOULD SUCCEED IN THE FIRST ATTEMPT. WE HAVE VERY LITTLE INFORMATION 
TO GUIDE US
IN ANSWERING THAT QUESTION." HE STUDIED THE PROBLEM FOR MANY MINUTES BEFORE 
HE RESUMED. "I
SHOULD SAY THAT FOR A TUNE THEY WOULD KEEP ALL THEIR RAYS AND OTHER WEAPONS 
IN ACTION AGAINST THE
ZONE OF FORCE, EXPECTING US TO RELEASE IT IMMEDIATELY. THEN, KNOWING THAT 
THEY WERE WASTING
POWER USELESSLY, THEY WOULD CEASE ATTACKING, BUT WOULD BE VERY WATCHFUL, 
WITH EVERY EYE
FASTENED UPON US AND WITH EVERY WEAPON READY FOR INSTANT USE. AFTER THIS 
PERIOD OF VIGILANCE
REGULAR SHIP'S ROUTINE WOULD BE RESUMED. HALF THE FORCE, PROBABLY, WOULD GO 
OFF DUTY—FOR, IF
THEY ARE EVEN REMOTELY LIKE ANY ORGANIC BEINGS WITH WHICH WE ARE FAMILIAR, 
THEY REQUIRE SLEEP OR
ITS EQUIVALENT AT INTERVALS. THE MEN ON DUTY—THE NORMAL FORCE, THAT IS—
WOULD BE DOUBLY CAREFUL
FOR A TIME. THEN HABIT WILL ASSERT ITSELF, IF WE HAVE DONE NOTHING TO CREATE 
SUSPICION, AND THEIR
WATCHFULNESS WILL RELAX TO THE POINT OF ORDINARY CAREFUL OBSERVATION. 
TOWARD THE END OF THEIR
WATCH, BECAUSE OF THE STRAIN OF THE BATTLE AND BECAUSE OF THE UNUSUALLY LONG 
PERIOD OF DUTY, THEY
WILL BECOME CARELESS, AND THEIR VIGILANCE WILL BE CONSIDERABLY BELOW NORMAL. 
BUT THE EXACT TIME
OF ALL THESE THINGS DEPENDS ENTIRELY UPON THEIR CONCEPTION OF TIME, 
CONCERNING WHICH WE HAVE NO
INFORMATION WHATEVER. THOUGH IT IS PURELY A SPECULATION, BASED UPON EARTHLY 
AND OSNOMIAN
EXPERIENCE, I SHOULD SAY THAT AFTER ABOUT TWELVE OR THIRTEEN HOURS WOULD 
COME THE TIME FOR US TO
MAKE THE ATTACK."
"THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME. FINE, MART, AND THANKS. YOU'VE PROBABLY SAVED 
THE LIVES OF
THE PARTY. WE WILL NOW SLEEP FOR ELEVEN OR TWELVE HOURS."
"SLEEP, DICK! HOW COULD YOU?" DOROTHY EXCLAIMED.


CHAPTER 5
First Blood

The next twelve hours dragged with terrible slowness. Sleep was impossible and eating
was difficult, even though all knew that they would have need of the full measure of their
strength. Seaton set up various combinations of switching devices connected to electrical 
timers,
and spent hours trying, with all his marvelous quickness of muscular control, to cut 
shorter and
ever shorter the time between the opening and the closing of the switch. At last he 
arranged a
powerful electro-magnetic device so that one impulse would both open and close the 
switch,
with an open period of one thousandth of a second. Only then was he satisfied.
"A thousandth is enough to give us a look around, due to persistence of vision; and it is
short enough so that they won't see it unless they have a recording observer on us. Even if 
they
still have beams on us they can't possibly neutralize our screens in that short an exposure. 
All
right, gang? We'll take five visiplates and cover the sphere. If any of you get a glimpse of 
him,
mark the exact spot and outline on the glass. All set?"
He pressed the button. The stars flashed in the black void for an instant, then were again
shut out.
"Here he is, Dick!" shrieked Margaret "Right here—he covered almost half the
visiplate!"
She outlined for him, as nearly as she could, the exact position of the object she had seen,
and he calculated rapidly.
"Fine business!" he exulted. "He's within half a mile of us, three-quarters on—perfect! I
thought he'd be so far away that I'd have to take photographs to locate him. He hasn't a 
single
beam on us, either. That bird's goose is cooked right now, folks, unless every man on 
watch has
his hand right on the controls of a generator and can get into action in less than a quarter 
of a
second! Hang on, people—I'm going to step on the gas!"
After making sure that everyone was fastened immovably in his place he strapped
himself into the pilot's seat, then set the bar toward the strange vessel and applied fully 
one-third
of its full power. The Skylark, of course, did not move. Then, with bewildering rapidity, 
he went
into action; face glued to the visiplate, hands moving faster than the eye could follow —
the left
closing and opening the switch controlling the zone of force, the right swinging the 
steering
controls to all points of the sphere. The mighty vessel staggered this way and that, jerking 
and
straining terribly as the zone was thrown on and off, lurching sickeningly about the 
central
bearing as the gigantic power of the driving bar was exerted, now in one direction, now in
another. After a second or two of this mad gyration Seaton shut off the power. He then 
released
the zone, after assuring himself that both inner and outer screens were operating at 
highest
possible rating.
"There, that'll hold 'em for a while, I guess. This battle was even shorter than the other
one—and a lot more decisive. Let's turn on the flood-lights and see what the pieces look 
like."
The lights revealed that the zone of force had indeed sliced the enemy vessel into bits. No
fragment was large enough to be navigable or dangerous and each was sharply cut, as 
though
sheared from its neighbor by some gigantic, curved blade. Dorothy sobbed with relief in 
Seaton's
arms as Crane, with one arm around his wife, grasped his hand.
"That was flawless, Dick. As an exhibition of perfect coordination and instantaneous
tuning under extreme physical difficulties, I have never seen its equal."
"You certainly saved all our lives," Margaret added.
"Only fifty-fifty, Peg," Seaton protested, and blushed vividly. "Mart did most of it, you
know. I'd've gummed up everything back there if he'd've let me. Let's see what we can 
find out
about 'em."
He touched the lever and the Skylark moved slowly toward the wreckage, the scattered
fragments of which were beginning to move toward and around each other under their 
mutual
gravitational forces. Snapping on a searchlight, he swung its beam around, and as it 
settled upon
one of the larger sections he saw a group of hooded figures; some of them upon the 
metal, others
floating slowly toward it through space.
"Poor devils—they didn't have a chance," he remarked regretfully. "However, it was
either them or us—look out! Sweet spirits of niter!"
He leaped back to the controls and the others were hurled bodily to the floor as he
applied power—for at a signal each of the hooded figures had leveled a tube and once 
more the
outer screen had flamed into incandescence. As the Skylark leaped away Seaton focused 
an
attractor upon the one who had apparently signaled the attack. Rolling the vessel over in a 
short
loop, so that the captive was hurled off into space upon the other side, he snatched the 
tube from
the figure's grasp with one auxiliary attractor, and anchored head and limbs with others, 
so that
the prisoner could scarcely move a muscle. Then, while Crane and the women scrambled 
off the
floor and hurried to the visiplates, Seaton cut in beams six, two-seven, and five-eight. 
Number
six, "the softener", was a band of frequencies extending from violet far up into the ultra-
violet.
When driven with sufficient power this ray destroyed eyesight and nervous tissue, and, its 
power
increased still further, actually loosened the molecular structure of matter. Ray two-seven 
was
operated in a range of frequencies far below the visible red. It was pure heat—under its 
action
matter became hotter and hotter as long as it was applied, the upper limit being only the
theoretical maximum of temperature. Five-eight was high-tension, high-frequency 
alternating
current. Any conductor in its path behaved precisely as it would in the Ajax-Northrup 
induction
furnace, which can boil platinum in ten seconds! These three items composed the beam 
which
Seaton directed upon the mass of metal from which the enemy had elected to continue the
battle—and behind each one, instead of the small energy at the command of its Osnomian
inventor, were the untold millions of kilowatts developed by a one-hundred-pound bar of
disintegrating copper!
There ensued a brief but appalling demonstration of the terrible effectiveness of those
Osnomian weapons against anything not protected by ultra-powered screens. Metal and 
men —if
men they were—literally vanished. One moment they were outlined starkly in the beam, 
there
was a moment of searing, coruscating, blinding light—the next moment the beam bored 
on into
the void, unimpeded. Nothing was visible save an occasional tiny flash, as some 
condensed or
solidified droplet of the volatilized metal entered the path of that ravening beam.
"We'll see if there's any more of 'em loose," Seaton remarked, as he shut off the force and
probed into the wreckage with a searchlight.
No sign of life or of activity was revealed, and the light was turned upon the captive. He
was held motionless in the invisible grip of the attractors, at the point where the force of 
those
peculiar magnets was exactly balanced by the outward thrust of the repellors. By 
manipulating
the attractor holding it, Seaton brought the strange tubular weapon into the control-room 
through
a small air-lock in the wall and examined it curiously, but did not touch it.
"I never heard of a hand-ray before, so I guess I won't play with it much until after I learn
something about it."
"So you have taken a captive?" asked Margaret. "What are you going to do with him?"
"I'm going to drag him in here and read his mind. He's one of the officers of that ship, I
believe, and I'm going to find out how to build one exactly like it. Our Skylark is now as 
obsolete
as a 1910 flivver, and I'm going to make us a later model. How about it, Mart, don't we 
want
something really up-to-date if we're going to keep on space-hopping?"
"We certainly do. Those denizens seem to be particularly venomous, and we will not be
safe unless we have the most powerful and most efficient space-ship possible. However, 
that
fellow may be dangerous, even now—in fact, it is practically certain that he is "
"You chirped it, ace. I'd rather touch a pound of dry nitrogen iodide. I've got him spread-
eagled so that he can't destroy his brain until after we've read it, though, so there's no 
particular
hurry 'bout him. We'll leave him out there for a while, to waste his sweetness on the 
desert air.
Let's all look around for the Kondal. I hope they didn't get her in that fracas."
They diffused the rays of eight giant searchlights into a vertical fan, and with it swept
slowly through almost a semicircle before anything was seen. Then there was revealed a 
cluster
of cylindrical objects amid a mass of wreckage which Crane recognized at once.
"The Kondal is gone, Dick. There is what is left of her, and most of her cargo of salt, in
jute bags."
As he spoke a series of green flashes played upon the bags, and Seaton yelled in relief.
"Yes—they got the ship all right, but Dunark and Sitar got away—they're still with their
salt!"
The Skylark moved over to the wreck and Seaton, relinquishing the controls to Crane,
donned a space suit, entered the main air-lock, snapped on the motor which sealed off the 
lock,
pumped the air into a pressure-tank, and opened the outside door. He threw a light line to 
the two
figures and pushed himself lightly toward them. He then talked briefly to Dunark in the 
hand-
language, and handed the end of the line to Sitar, who held it while the two men explored 
the
fragments of the strange vessel, gathering up various things of interest as they came upon 
them.
Back in the control-room, Dunark and Sitar let their pressure decrease gradually to that of
the Terrestrial vessel and removed the face-plates from their helmets.
"Again, Oh Karfedo of Earth, we thank you for our lives," Dunark began, gasping for
breath, when Seaton leaped to the air-gauge with a quick apology.
"Never thought of the effect our atmospheric pressure would have on you two. We can
stand yours, but you'd pretty nearly pass out on ours. There, that'll suit you better. Didn't 
you
throw out your zone of force?"
"Yes, as soon as I saw that our screens were not going to hold." The Osnomians' labored
breathing became normal as the air-pressure increased to a value only a little below that 
of the
dense atmosphere of their native planet. "I then increased the power of the screens to the 
extreme
limit and opened the zone for a moment to see how the screens would hold with the 
added
power. That moment was enough. In that moment a concentrated beam such as I had no 
idea
could ever be generated went through the outer and inner screens as though they were not 
there,
through the four-foot arenak of the hull, through the entire central installation, and 
through the
hull on the other side. Sitar and I were wearing suits . . ."
"Say, Mart, that's one bet we overlooked. It's a hot idea, too—those strangers wore them
all the time as regular equipment, apparently. Next time we get into a jam, be sure we do 
it; they
might come in handy. 'Scuse me, Dunark—go ahead."
"We had suits on, so as soon as the ray was shut off, which was almost instantly, I
phoned the crew to jump, and we leaped out through the hole in the hull. The air rushing 
out
gave us an impetus that carried us many miles out into space, and it required many hours 
for the
slight attraction of the mass here to draw us back to it. We just got back a few minutes 
ago. That
air-blast is probably what saved us, as they destroyed our vessel and sent out a party to 
hunt
down the four men of our crew, who stayed comparatively close to the scene. They rayed 
you for
about an hour with the most stupendous beams imaginable—no such generators have 
ever been
considered possible of construction—but couldn't make any impression upon you. They 
shut off
their power and stood by, waiting. I wasn't looking at you when you released your zone. 
One
moment it was there, and the next, the stranger had been cut in pieces. The rest you 
know."
"We're sure glad you two got away, Dunark. Well, Mart, what say we drag that guy in
and give him the once-over?"
Seaton swung the attractors holding the prisoner until they were in line with the main air-
lock, then reduced the power of the repellors. As he approached the lock various controls 
were
actuated, and soon the stranger stood in the control room, held immovable against one 
wall,
while Crane, with a 0.50-caliber elephant gun, stood against the other.
"Perhaps you girls should go somewhere else," suggested Crane.
"Not on your life!" protested Dorothy, who, eyes wide and flushed with excitement,
stood near a door, with a heavy automatic pistol in her hand. "I wouldn't miss this for a 
farm!"
"Got him solid," declared Seaton, after a careful inspection of the various attractors and
repellors he had bearing upon the prisoner. "Now let's get him out of that suit. No—better 
read
his air first, temperature and pressure—might analyze it, too."
Nothing could be seen of the person of the stranger, since he was encased in space armor,
but it was plainly evident that he was very short and immensely broad and thick. Drilling 
a hole
through that armor took time and apparatus, but it was finally done. Seaton drew off a 
sample of
the atmosphere within into an Orsat apparatus, while Crane made pressure and 
temperature
readings.
"Temperature, one hundred ten degrees. Pressure, twenty-eight pounds—about the same
as ours is, now that we have stepped it up to keep the Osnomians from suffering."
Seaton soon reported that the atmosphere was quite similar to that of the Skylark, except
that it was much higher in carbon dioxide and carried an extremely high concentration of 
water
vapor. He brought in a power cutter and laid the suit open full length, on both sides, while 
Crane
at the controls of attractors and repellors held the stranger immovable. He then wrenched 
off the
helmet and cast the whole suit aside, revealing the enemy officer, clad in a tunic of scarlet 
silk.
He was less than five feet tall. His legs were merely blocks, fully as great in diameter as
they were in length, supporting a torso of Herculean dimensions. His arms were as large 
as a
strong man's thigh and hung almost to the floor. His astounding shoulders, fully a yard 
across,
merged into and supported an enormous head. The being possessed recognizable nose, 
ears, and
mouth; and the great domed forehead and huge cranium bespoke an immense and highly-
developed brain.
But it was the eyes of this strange creature that fixed and held the attention. Large they
were, and black—the dull, opaque, lusterless black of platinum sponge. The pupils were a
brighter black, and in them flamed ruby lights: pitiless, mocking, cold. Plainly to be read 
in those
sinister depths were the untold wisdom of unthinkable age, sheer ruthless-ness, mighty 
power,
and ferocity unrelieved. His baleful gaze swept from one member of the party to another, 
and to
meet the glare of those eyes was to receive a tangible physical blow —it was actually a
ponderable force; that of embodied hardness and of ruthlessness incarnate, generated in 
that
merciless brain and hurled forth through those flame-shot, Stygian orbs.
"If you don't need us for anything, Dick, I think Peggy and I will go upstairs," Dorothy
broke the long silence.
"Good idea, Dot. This isn't going to be pretty to watch— or to do, either, for that matter."
"If I stay here another minute I'll see that thing as long as I live; and I might be very ill.
Goodbye," and, heartless and bloodthirsty Osnomian though she was, Sitar had gone to 
join the
two Tellurian women.
"I didn't want to say much before the girls, but I want to check a couple of ideas with
you. Don't you think it's a safe bet that this bird reported back to his headquarters?"
"I have been thinking that very thing," Crane spoke gravely, and Dunark nodded
agreement. "Any race capable of developing such a vessel as this would almost certainly 
have
developed systems of communication in proportion."
"That's the way I doped it out—and that's why I'm going to read his mind, if I have to
burn his brain to do it. We've got to know how far away from home he is, whether he has 
turned
in any report about us, and all about it. Also, I'm going to get the plans, power, and 
armament of
their most modern ships, if he knows them, so that your gang, Dunark, can build us one 
like
them; because the next one that tackles us will be warned and we won't be able to take it 
by
surprise. We won't stand a chance in the Skylark. With a ship like theirs, however, we can
run—or we can fight, if we have to. Any other ideas, fellows?"
As neither Crane nor Dunark had any other suggestions to offer, Seaton brought out the
mechanical educator, watching the creature's eyes narrowly. As he placed one headset 
over that
motionless head the captive sneered in pure contempt, but when the case was opened and 
the
array of tubes and transformers was revealed that expression disappeared; and when he 
added a
super-power stage by cutting in a heavy-duty transformer and a five-kilowatt transmitting 
tube
Seaton thought that he saw an instantaneously suppressed flicker of doubt or fear.
"That headset thing was child's play to him, but he doesn't like the looks of this other
stuff at all. I don't blame him a bit—I wouldn't like to be on the receiving end of this 
hook-up
myself. I'm going to put him on the recorder and on the visualizer," Seaton continued as 
he
connected spools of wire and tape, lamps, and lenses in an intricate system and donned a
headset. "I'd hate to have much of that brain in my own skull—afraid I'd bite myself. I'm 
just
going to look on, and when I see anything I want I'll grab it and put it into my own brain. 
I'm
starting off easy, not using the big tube."
He closed several switches, lights flashed, and the wires and tapes began to feed through
the magnets.
"Well, I've got his language, folks, he seemed to want me to have it. It's got a lot of stuff
in it that I can't understand yet, though, so guess I'll give him some English."
He changed several connections and the captive spoke, in a profoundly deep bass voice.
"You may as well discontinue your attempt, for you will gain no information from me.
That machine of yours was out of date with us thousands of years ago."
"Save your breath or talk sense," said Seaton, coldly. "I gave you English so that you can
give me the information I want. You already know what it is. When you get ready to talk, 
say so,
or throw it on the screen of your own accord. If you don't, I'll put on enough voltage to 
burn your
brain out Remember, I can read your dead brain as well as though it were alive, but I 
want your
thoughts, as well as your knowledge, and I'm going to have them. If you give them 
voluntarily I
will tinker up a lifeboat that you can navigate back to your own world and let you go; if 
you
resist I intend getting them anyway and you shall not leave this vessel alive. You may 
take your
choice."
"You are childish, and that machine is impotent against my will, I could have defied it a
hundred years ago, when I was barely a grown man. Know you, American, that we 
supermen of
the Fenachrone are as far above any of the other and lesser breeds of beings who spawn 
in their
millions in their countless myriads of races upon the numberless planets of the Universe 
as you
are above the inert metal from which this your ship was built. The Universe is ours, and 
in due
course we shall take it—just as in due course I shall take this vessel. Do your worst; I 
shall not
speak." The creature's eyes flamed, hurling a wave of hypnotic command through 
Seaton's eyes
and deep into his brain. Seaton's very senses reeled for an instant under the impact of that 
awful
mental force; but after a short, intensely bitter struggle he threw off the spell.
"That was close, fellow, but you didn't quite ring the bell," he said grimly, staring directly
into those unholy eyes. "I may rate pretty low mentally, but I can't be hypnotized into 
turning
you loose. Also, I can give you cards and spades in certain other lines which I am about 
to
demonstrate. Being supermen didn't keep the rest of your men from going out in my 
beams, and
being a superman isn't going to save your brain. I am not depending upon my intellectual 
or
mental force—I've got an ace in the hole in the shape of five thousand volts to apply to 
the most
delicate centers of your brain. Start giving me what I want, and start quick, or I'll tear it 
out of
you."
The giant did not answer, merely glared defiance and bitter hatred.
"Take it, then!" Seaton snapped, and cut in the superpower stage and began turning dials
and knobs, exploring that strange mind for the particular area in which he was most 
interested.
He soon found it, and cut in the visualizer— the stereographic device, in parallel with 
Seaton's
own brain recorder, which projected a three-dimensional picture into the "viewing-area" 
or dark
space of the cabinet. Crane and Dunark, tense and silent, looked on in strained suspense 
as,
minute after minute, the silent battle of wills raged. Upon one side was a horrible and 
gigantic
brain, of undreamed-of power: upon the other side a strong man, fighting for all that life 
holds
dear, wielding against that monstrous and frightful brain a weapon wrought of high-
tension
electricity, applied with all the skill that Earthly and Osnomian science could devise.
Seaton crouched over the amplifier, his jaw set and every muscle taut, his eyes leaping
from one meter to another, his right hand slowly turning up the potentiometer which was 
driving
more and ever more of the searing, torturing output of his super-power tube into that 
stubborn
brain. The captive was standing utterly rigid, eyes closed, every sense and faculty 
mustered to
resist that cruelly penetrant attack upon the innermost recesses of his mind. Crane and 
Dunark
scarcely breathed as the three-dimensional picture in the visualizer varied from a blank to 
the
hazy outlines of a giant space cruiser. It faded out as the unknown exerted himself to 
withstand
that poignant inquisition, only to come back in clearer outlines than before as Seaton 
advanced
the potentiometer still farther. Finally, flesh and blood could no longer resist that lethal 
probe
and the picture became clear and sharp. It showed the captain—for he was no less an 
officer than
the commander of the vessel—at a great council table, seated, together with many other 
officers,
upon very low, enormously strong metal stools. They were receiving orders from their 
Emperor;
orders plainly understood by Crane and the Osnomian alike, for thought needs no 
translation.
"Gentlemen of the Navy," the ruler spoke solemnly. "Our preliminary expedition,
returned some time ago, achieved its every aim, and we are now ready to begin fulfilling 
our
destiny, the Conquest of the Universe. This galaxy comes first Our base of operations 
will be the
largest planet of that group of brilliant green suns, for they can be seen from any point in 
the
galaxy and are almost in the exact center of it. Our astronomers," here the captain's 
thoughts
shifted briefly to an observatory far out in space for perfect seeing, and portrayed a 
reflecting
telescope with a mirror five miles in diameter, capable of penetrating unimaginable 
myriads of
light-years into space, "have tabulated all the suns, planets, and satellites belonging to this
galaxy, and each of you has been given a complete chart and assigned a certain area 
which he is
to explore. Remember, gentlemen, that this first major expedition is to be purely one of
exploration; the one of conquest will set out after you have returned with complete 
information.
You will each report by torpedo every tenth of the year. We do not anticipate any serious
difficulty, as we are of course the highest type of life in the Universe; nevertheless, in the
unlikely event of trouble, report it. We shall do the rest. In conclusion, I warn you 
again—let no
people know that we exist. Make no conquests, and destroy all who by any chance may 
see you.
Gentlemen, go with power."
The captain embarked in a small airboat and was shot to his vessel. He took his station at
an immense control board and the warship shot off into space instantly, with unthinkable
velocity, and with not the slightest physical shock.
At this point Seaton made the captain take them all over the ship. They noted its
construction, its power-plant, its controls—every minute detail of structure, operation, 
and
maintenance was taken from the captain's mind and was both recorded and visualized.
The journey seemed to be a very long one, but finally the cluster of green suns became
visible and the Fenachrone began to explore the solar systems in the region assigned to 
that
particular vessel. Hardly had the survey started, however, when the two globular space-
cruisers
were detected and located. The captain stopped the ship briefly, then attacked. They 
watched the
attack, and saw the destruction of the Kondal. They looked on while the captain read the 
brain of
one of Dunark's crew, gleaning from it all the facts concerning the two space-ships, and 
thought
with him that the two absentees from the Kondal would drift back in a few hours, and 
would be
disposed of in due course. They learned that these things were automatically impressed 
upon the
torpedo next to issue, as was every detail of everything that happened in and around the 
vessel.
They watched him impress a thought of his own upon the record—"the inhabitants of 
planet
three of sun six four seven three Pilarone show unusual development and may cause 
trouble, as
they have already brought knowledge of the metal of power and of the impenetrable 
shield to the
Central System, which is to be our base. Recommend volatilization of this planet by 
vessel sent
on special mission". They saw the raying of the Skylark. They sensed him issue 
commands:
"Beam it for a time; he will probably open the shield for a moment, as the other one did,"
then, after a time skipped over by the mind under examination, "Cease raying—no use 
wasting
power. He must open eventually, as he runs out of power. Stand by and destroy him when 
he
opens."
The scene shifted. The captain was asleep and was awakened by an alarm gong—only to
find himself floating in a mass of wreckage. Making his way to the fragment of his vessel
containing the torpedo port, he released the messenger, which flew, with ever-increasing
velocity, back to the capital city of the Fenachrone, carrying with it a record of everything 
that
had happened.
"That's what I want," thought Seaton. "Those torpedoes went home, fast. I want to know
how far they have to go and how long it'll take them to get there. You know what 
distance a
parsec is, since it is purely a mathematical concept; and you must have a watch or some 
similar
instrument with which we can translate your years into ours. I don't want to have to kill 
you,
fellow, and if you'll give up even now, I'll spare you. I'll get it anyway, you know—and 
you also
know that a few hundred volts more will kill you."
They saw the thought received, and saw its answer:
"You shall learn no more. This is the most important of all, and I shall hold it to
disintegration and beyond."
Seaton advanced the potentiometer still farther, and the brain picture waxed and waned,
strengthened and faded. Finally, however, it was revealed by flashes that the torpedo had 
about a
hundred and fifty five thousand parsecs to go and that it would take two tenths of a year 
to make
the journey; that the warships which would come in answer to the message were as fast as 
the
torpedo; that he did indeed have in his suit a watch—a device of seven dials, each turning 
ten
times as fast as its successor; and that one turn of the slowest dial measured one year of 
his time.
Seaton instantly threw off his headset and opened the power switch.
"Grab a stopwatch quick, Mart!" he called, as he leaped to the discarded vacuum suit and
searched out the peculiar timepiece. They noted the exact time consumed by one 
complete
revolution of one of the dials, and calculated rapidly.
"Better than I thought!" exclaimed Seaton. "That makes his year about four hundred ten
of our days. That gives us eighty-two days before the torpedo gets there—longer than I'd 
dared
hope. We've got to fight, too, not run. They figure on getting the Skylark, then 
volatilizing our
world. Well, we can take time enough to grab off an absolutely complete record of this 
guy's
brain. We'll need it for what's coming, and I'm going to get it, if I have to kill him to do 
it."
He resumed his place at the educator, turned on the power, and a shadow passed over his
face.
"Poor devil, he's conked out—couldn't stand the gaff," he remarked, half-regretfully.
"However, that makes it easy to get what we want, and we'd've had to've killed him 
anyway, I
guess, bad as I would have hated to bump him off in cold blood."
He threaded new spools into the machine, and for three hours mile after mile of tape sped
between the magnets as Seaton explored every recess of that monstrous, yet stupendous 
brain.
"Well, that's that," he declared finally, as, the last bit of information gleaned and recorded
upon the flying tape, he removed the body of the Fenachrone captain into space and 
blasted it out
of existence. "Now what?"
"How can we get this salt to Osnome?" asked Dunark, whose thoughts were never far
from his store of precious chemical. "You are already crowded, and Sitar and I will 
crowd you
still more. You have no room for additional cargo, and yet much valuable time would be 
lost in
going to Osnome for another vessel."
"Yeah, and we've got to get a lot of 'X', too. Guess we'll have to take time to get another
vessel. I'd like to drag in the pieces of that ship, too—his instruments and a lot of the 
parts could
be used."
"Why not do it all at once?" suggested Crane. "We can start that whole mass toward
Osnome by drawing it behind us until such a velocity has been attained that it will reach 
there at
the desired time. We could then go to 'X', and overtake this material near the Green 
System."
"Right you are, ace—that's a sound idea. But say, Dunark, it wouldn't be good technique
for you to eat our food for any length of time. While we're figuring this out you'd better 
hop over
there and bring over enough to last you two until we get you home. Give it to Shiro—
after a
couple of lessons, you'll find he'll be as good as any of your cooks."
Faster and faster the Skylark flew, pulling behind her the mass of wreckage, held by
every available attractor. When the calculated velocity had been attained the attractors 
were shut
off and the vessel darted away toward that planet, still in the Carboniferous Age, which
possessed at least one solid ledge of metallic 'X', the rarest metal known to Tellurian 
science. As
the automatic controls held the cruiser upon her course the six wanderers sat long in 
discussion
as to what should be done, what could be done, to avert the threatened destruction of all 
the
civilization of the galaxy except the monstrous and unspeakable culture of the 
Fenachrone. They
were approaching their destination when Seaton rose to his feet.
"As I see it, it's like this. We've got our backs to the wall. Dunark has troubles of his
own—if the Third Planet doesn't get him the Fenachrone will, and the Third Planet is the 
more
pressing danger. That lets him out. We've got nearly six months before the Fenachrone 
can get
back here . . ."
"But how can they possibly find us here, or wherever we'll be by that time, Dick?" asked
Dorothy. "The battle was a long way from here."
"With that much start they probably couldn't find us," he replied soberly. "It's the world
I'm thinking about. They've got to be stopped, and stopped cold—and we've got only six 
months
to do it in . . . Osnome's got the best tools and the fastest workmen I know of . . ." his 
voice died
away in thought.
"That sort of thing is in your department, Dick." Crane was calm and judicial as always.
"I will of course do anything I can, but you probably have a plan of campaign already laid 
out?"
"After a fashion. We've got to find out how to work through this zone of force or we're
sunk without a trace. Even with weapons, screens, and ships equal to theirs we couldn't 
keep
them from sending a vessel to destroy the Earth; and they'd probably get us too, 
eventually.
They've got a lot of stuff we don't know about, of course, since I took only one man's 
mind.
While he was a very able man, he doesn't know all that all the rest of them do, any more 
than any
one man has all the Earthly science known. Absolutely our only chance is to get control 
of that
zone—it's the only thing I know of that they haven't got. Of course, it may be impossible, 
but I
won't believe that until we've exhausted a lot of possibilities. Dunark, can you spare a 
crew to
build us a duplicate of that Fenachrone ship, besides those you are going to build for 
yourself?"
"Certainly. I will be only too glad to do so."
"Well, then, while Dunark is doing that, I suggest that we go to this Third Planet, abduct
a few of their leading scientists, and read their minds. Then visit every other highly-
advanced
planet we can locate and do the same. There is a good chance that, by combining the best 
points
of the warfare of many worlds, we can evolve something that will do us some good."
"Why not send a copper torpedo to destroy their entire planet?" suggested Dunark.
"Wouldn't work. Their detecting screens would locate it a thousand million miles off in
space, and they would detonate it long before it could do them any harm. With a zone of 
force
that would get through their screens that'd be the first thing I'd do. You see, every thought 
comes
back to that zone. We've got to get through it some way."
The course alarm sounded, and they saw that a planet lay directly in their path. It was 'X',
and enough negative acceleration was applied to make an easy landing possible.
"Isn't it going to be a long, slow job, chopping off two tons of that metal and fighting
away those terrible animals besides?" asked Margaret.
"It'll take about a millionth of a second, Peg. I'm going to bite it off with the zone, just
like I took that bite out of our field. The rotation of the planet will throw us away from 
the
surface, then we'll release the zone and drag our prey off with us. See?"
The Skylark descended rapidly toward that well-remembered ledge of metal to which the
object-compass had led them.
"This is exactly the same place we landed before," Margaret commented in surprise, and
Dorothy added:
"Yes, and here's that horrible tree that ate the dinosaur or whatever it was. I thought you
blew it up for me, Dick?"
"I did, Dottie—blew it into atoms. Must be a good location for carnivorous trees—and
they must grow awfully fast, too. As to its being the same place, Peg—sure it is. That's 
what
object-compasses are for."
Everything appeared as it had at the time of their first visit. The rank Carboniferous
vegetation, intensely, vividly green, was motionless in the still, hot, heavy air; the living
nightmares inhabiting that primitive world were lying in the cooler depths of the jungle,
sheltered from the torrid rays of that strange and fervent sun.
"How about it, Dot? Want to see some of your little friends again? If you do I'll give 'em
a shot and bring 'em out."
"Heavens, no! I saw them once—if I never see them again it will be twenty minutes too
soon!"
"All right—we'll grab us a piece of this ledge and beat it."
Seaton lowered the vessel to the ledge, focused the main anchoring attractor upon it, and
threw on the zone of force. Almost immediately he released the zone, pointed the bar 
parallel to
the compass bearing upon Osnome, and slowly applied the power.
"How much did you take, anyway?" asked Dunark in amazement. "It looks bigger than
the Skylark!"
"It is; considerably bigger. Thought we might as well take enough while we're here, so I
set the zone for a seventy-five-foot radius. It's probably of the order of magnitude of half 
a
million tons, since the stuff weighs more than half a ton to the cubic foot. However, we 
can
handle it as easily as we could a smaller bite, and that much mass will help us hold that 
other
stuff together when we catch up with it."
The voyage to Osnome was uneventful. They overtook the wreckage, true to schedule, as
they were approaching the green system, and attached it to the mass of metal behind them 
by
means of attractors.
"Where'll we land this junk, Dunark?" asked Seaton, as Osnome grew large beneath
them. "We'll hold this lump of metal and the fragment of the ship carrying the salt; and 
we'll be
able to hold some of the most important of the other stuff. But a lot of it is bound to get 
away
from us—and the Lord help anybody who's under it when it comes down! You might yell 
for
help—and say, you might ask somebody to have that astronomical data ready for us as 
soon as
we land."
"The parade ground will be empty now, so we will be able to land there. We should be
able to land everything in a field of that size, I should think." Dunark touched the sender 
at his
belt, and in the general code notified the city of their arrival and warned everyone to keep 
away
from the parade ground. He then sent several messages in the official code, concluding by 
asking
that one or two space-ships come out and help lower the burden to the ground. As the 
peculiar,
pulsating chatter of the Osnomian telegraph died out Seaton called for help.
"Come here, you two, and grab some of these attractors. I need about twelve hands to
keep this plunder in the straight and narrow path."
The course had been carefully laid, with allowances for the various velocities and forces
involved, to follow the easiest path to the Kondalian parade ground. The hemisphere of 
'X* and
the fragment of the Kondal which bore the salt were held immovably in place by the main
attractor and one auxiliary; and many other auxiliaries held sections of the Fenachrone 
vessel.
However, the resistance of the air seriously affected the trajectory of many of the 
irregularly-
shaped smaller masses of metal, and all three men were kept busy flicking attractors right 
and
left; capturing those strays which threatened to veer off into the streets or upon the 
buildings of
the Kondalian capital city, and shifting from one piece to another so that none of them 
could fall
freely. Two sister-ships of the Kondal appeared in answer to Dunark's call, and their 
attractors
aided greatly in handling the unruly collection of wreckage. A few of the smaller sections 
and a
shower of debris fell clear, however, in spite of all efforts, and their approach was 
heralded by a
meteoric display unprecedented in that world of continuous daylight.
As the three vessels with their cumbersome convoy dropped down into the lower
atmosphere the guns of the city roared a welcome; banners and pennons waved; the air 
became
riotous with color from hundreds of projectors and odorous with a bewildering variety of 
scents;
while all around them played numberless aircraft of all descriptions and sizes. The space 
below
them was carefully avoided, but on all sides of them and above them the air was so full 
that it
seemed incredible that no collision occurred. Tiny one-man helicopters, little more than 
single
chairs flying about; beautiful pleasure-planes soaring and wheeling; immense multiplane 
liners
and giant freighters—everything in the air found occasion to fly as near as possible to the
Skylark in order to dip their flags in salute to Dunark, their Kofedix, and to Seaton, the 
wearer of
the seven disks—their revered Overlord.
Finally the freight was landed without serious mishap and the Skylark leaped to the
landing dock upon the palace roof, where the royal family and many nobles were waiting, 
in full
panoply of glittering harness. Dunark and Sitar disembarked and the four others stepped 
out and
stood at attention as Seaton addressed Roban, the Karfedix.
"Sir, we greet you, but we cannot stop, even for a moment You know that only the most
urgent necessity would make us forego the pleasure of a brief rest beneath your roof—the
Kofedix will presently give you the measure of that need. We shall endeavor to return 
soon.
Greetings; and, for a time, farewell."
"Overlord, we greet you, and trust that soon we may entertain you and profit from your
companionship. For what you have done, we thank you. May the great First Cause smile 
upon
you until you return. Farewell."



CHAPTER 6
THE PEACE CONFERENCE

"HERE'S A CHART OF THE GREEN SYSTEM, MART, WITH ALL THE MOTIONS AND THE REST 
OF THE DOPE
THAT THEY'VE BEEN ABLE TO GET. HOW'D IT BE FOR YOU TO NAVIGATE US OVER TO THE 
THIRD PLANET OF THE
FOURTEENTH SUN?"
"WHILE YOU BUILD A FENACHRONE SUPER-GENERATOR?"
"RIGHT, THE FIRST TIME. YOUR DEDUCER IS HITTING ON ALL EIGHT, AS USUAL. THAT BIG 
BEAM IS HOT
STUFF, AND THEIR SCREENS ARE SOMETHING TO WRITE HOME ABOUT, TOO."
"HOW CAN THEIR RAYS BE ANY HOTTER THAN OURS, DICK?" DOROTHY ASKED CURIOUSLY. 
"I THOUGHT
YOU SAID WE HAD THE VERY LAST WORD IN RAYS."
"I THOUGHT WE DID, BUT THOSE BIRDS WE MET BACK THERE SPOKE A COUPLE OF LATER 
WORDS. THEY
WORK ON AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SYSTEM THAN OURS DO. THEY GENERATE AN 
EXTREMELY SHORT CARRIER
WAVE, LIKE THE MILLIKAN COSMIC RAY, BY RECOMBINING SOME OF THE ELECTRONS AND 
PROTONS OF THEIR
DISINTEGRATING METAL, AND UPON THIS WAVE THEY IMPOSE A PURE HEAT FREQUENCY OF 
TERRIFIC POWER.
THE MILLIKAN RAYS WILL PENETRATE ANYTHING EXCEPT A SPECIAL SCREEN OR A ZONE 
OF FORCE, AND CARRY
WITH THEM—SOMETHING LIKE RADIO FREQUENCIES CARRY SOUND FREQUENCIES—THE 
HEAT RAYS, WHICH
VOLATILIZE ANYTHING THEY TOUCH. THEIR SCREENS ARE A LOT BETTER THAN OURS, 
TOO—THEY GENERATE THE
ENTIRE SPECTRUM. IT'S A SWEET SYSTEM, AND WHEN WE REVAMP OURS SO AS TO BE JUST 
LIKE IT, WE'LL BE
ABLE TO TALK TURKEY TO THOSE FOLKS ON THE THIRD PLANET."
"HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE YOU TO BUILD IT?" ASKED CRANE, WHO, DEXTEROUSLY 
TURNING THE PAGES
OF VEGA'S HANDBUCH, WAS CALCULATING THEIR COURSE.
"A DAY OR SO—THREE OR FOUR, MAYBE. I'VE GOT ALL THE STUFF, AND WITH MY 
OSNOMIAN TOOLS IT
WON'T TAKE LONG. IF YOU FIND YOU'LL GET THERE BEFORE I GET DONE, YOU'LL HAVE TO 
LOAF A WHILE —KILL A
LITTLE TIME."
"ARE YOU GOING TO CONNECT THE POWER PLANT TO OPERATE ON THE ENTIRE VESSEL 
AND ALL ITS
CONTENTS?"
"NO—CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT REDESIGNING THE WHOLE THING, AND THAT'S HARDLY 
WORTH WHILE FOR
THE SHORT TIME WE'LL USE THIS OUT-OF-DATE SHIP."
BUILDING THOSE GENERATORS WOULD HAVE BEEN A LONG AND DIFFICULT TASK FOR A 
CORPS OF EARTHLY
MECHANICS AND ELECTRICIANS, BUT TO SEATON IT WAS MERELY A JOB. THE "SHOP" HAD 
BEEN ENLARGED AND
HAD BEEN FILLED TO CAPACITY WITH OSNOMIAN MACHINERY; MACHINE TOOLS THAT 
WERE CAPABLE OF
PERFORMING AUTOMATICALLY AND WITH THE UTMOST PRECISION AND SPEED ALMOST ANY 
CONCEIVABLE
MECHANICAL OPERATION. HE PUT A DOZEN OF THEM TO WORK, AND BEFORE THE VESSEL 
REACHED ITS
DESTINATION, THE NEW OFFENSIVE AND DEFENSIVE WEAPONS HAD BEEN INSTALLED AND 
THOROUGHLY TESTED.
HE HAD ADDED A THIRD SCREEN-GENERATOR, SO THAT NOW, IN ADDITION TO THE FOUR-
FOOT HULL OF ARENAK
AND THE REPELLORS, WARDING OFF ANY MATERIAL PROJECTILE, THE SKYLARK WAS ALSO 
PROTECTED BY AN OUTER,
AN INTERMEDIATE, AND AN INNER RAY-SCREEN; EACH DRIVEN BY THE SUPER-POWER OF A 
FOUR-HUNDRED-
POUND BAR AND EACH COVERING THE ENTIRE SPECTRUM—CAPABLE OF NEUTRALIZING 
ANY DANGEROUS
FREQUENCY KNOWN TO THOSE MASTER-SCIENTISTS, THE FENACHRONE.
AS THE SKYLARK APPROACHED THE PLANET, SEATON SWUNG NUMBER SIX VISIPLATE UPON 
IT, AND
DIRECTED THEIR FLIGHT TOWARD A GREAT ARMY BASE. DARTING DOWN UPON IT, HE 
SNATCHED AN OFFICER INTO
THE AIRLOCK, CLOSED THE DOOR, AND LEAPED BACK INTO SPACE. HE BROUGHT THE 
CAPTIVE INTO THE CONTROL
ROOM PINIONED BY AUXILIARY ATTRACTORS, AND RELIEVED HIM OF HIS WEAPONS. HE 
THEN RAPIDLY READ HIS
MIND, ENCOUNTERING NO NOTICEABLE RESISTANCE, RELEASED THE ATTRACTORS, AND 
ADDRESSED HIM IN HIS
OWN LANGUAGE.
"PLEASE BE SEATED, LIEUTENANT," SEATON SAID COURTEOUSLY, MOTIONING HIM TO ONE 
OF THE SEATS.
"WE COME IN PEACE. PLEASE PARDON MY DISCOURTESY IN HANDLING YOU, BUT IT WAS 
NECESSARY IN ORDER
TO LEARN YOUR LANGUAGE AND THUS TO GET IN TOUCH WITH YOUR COMMANDING 
OFFICER."
THE OFFICER, OVERCOME WITH ASTONISHMENT THAT HE HAD NOT BEEN KILLED 
INSTANTLY, SANK INTO
THE SEAT INDICATED, WITHOUT A REPLY, AND SEATON WENT ON:
"PLEASE BE KIND ENOUGH TO SIGNAL YOUR COMMANDING OFFICER THAT WE ARE COMING 
DOWN AT
ONCE, FOR A PEACE CONFERENCE. BY THE WAY, I CAN READ YOUR SIGNALS, AND WILL 
SEND THEM MYSELF IF
NECESSARY."
BRIEFLY THE STRANGER WORKED AN INSTRUMENT ATTACHED TO HIS HARNESS, AND THE 
SKYLARK
DESCENDED SLOWLY TOWARD THE FORTRESS.
"I KNOW, OF COURSE, THAT YOUR VESSELS WILL ATTACK," SEATON REMARKED, AS HE 
NOTED A CRAFTY
GLEAM IN THE EYES OF THE OFFICER. "I INTEND TO LET THEM USE ALL THEIR POWER FOR 
A TIME, TO PROVE TO
THEM THE IMPOTENCE OF THEIR WEAPONS. AFTER THAT, I SHALL TELL YOU WHAT TO SAY 
TO THEM."
"DO YOU THINK THIS IS ALTOGETHER SAFE, DICK?" ASKED CRANE AS THEY SAW A FLEET 
OF GIGANTIC
AIRSHIPS SOARING UPWARD TO MEET THEM.
"NOTHING SURE BUT DEATH AND TAXES," RETURNED SEATON CHEERFULLY, "BUT DON'T 
FORGET THAT
WE'VE GOT FENACHRONE ARMAMENT NOW, INSTEAD OF OSNOMIAN. I'M BETTING THAT 
THEY CAN'T BEGIN TO
DRIVE ANYTHING THROUGH EVEN OUR OUTER SCREEN. AND EVEN IF OUR OUTER SCREEN 
SHOULD BEGIN TO GO
INTO THE VIOLET—I DON'T THINK IT WILL EVEN GO CHERRY-RED—OUT GOES OUR ZONE 
OF FORCE AND WE
AUTOMATICALLY GO UP WHERE NO POSSIBLE AIRSHIP CAN REACH. SINCE THEIR ONLY 
SPACE-SHIPS ARE ROCKET-
DRIVEN, AND OF PRACTICALLY NO MANEUVERABILITY, THEY STAND A FAT CHANCE OF 
GETTING TO US. ANYWAY,
WE MUST GET IN TOUCH WITH THEM, TO FIND OUT IF THEY KNOW ANYTHING WE DON'T, 
AND THIS IS THE ONLY
WAY I KNOW OF TO DO IT. BESIDES, I WANT TO HEAD DUNARK OFF FROM WRECKING THIS 
WORLD. THEY'RE
EXACTLY THE SAME KIND OF FOLKS HE IS, YOU NOTICE, AND I DON'T LIKE CIVIL WAR. ANY 
SUGGESTIONS?
KEEP AN EYE ON THAT BIRD, THEN, MART, AND WE'LL GO DOWN." THE SKYLARK DROPPED 
DOWN INTO THE
MIDST OF THE FLEET, WHICH INSTANTLY TURNED AGAINST HER THE FULL FORCE OF 
THEIR GIANT GUNS AND THEIR
IMMENSE RAY BATTERIES. SEATON HELD THE SKYLARK MOTIONLESS, STARING INTO HIS 
VISIPLATE, HIS RIGHT
HAND GRASPING THE ZONE-SWITCH.
"THE OUTER SCREEN ISN'T EVEN GETTING WARM!" HE EXULTED AFTER A MOMENT. THE 
REPELLORS
WERE HURLING THE SHELLS BACK LONG BEFORE THEY REACHED EVEN THE OUTER 
SCREEN, AND THEY WERE
EXPLODING HARMLESSLY IN THE AIR. THE FULL POWER OF THE BEAM-GENERATORS, TOO, 
WHICH HAD BEEN SO
DESTRUCTIVE TO THE OSNOMIAN DEFENSES, WAS ONLY SUFFICIENT TO BRING THE OUTER 
SCREEN TO A DULL RED
GLOW. AFTER FIFTEEN MINUTES OF PASSIVE ACCEPTANCE OF EVERYTHING THE AIRSHIPS 
COULD BRING TO BEAR
SEATON SPOKE TO THE LIEUTENANT.
"SIR, PLEASE SIGNAL THE COMMANDING OFFICER OF VESSEL SEVEN TWO FOUR THAT I AM 
GOING TO CUT
IT IN TWO IN THE MIDDLE. HAVE HIM REMOVE ALL MEN IN THAT PART OF THE SHIP TO THE 
ENDS, AND HAVE
PARACHUTES IN READINESS, AS I DO NOT WISH TO CAUSE ANY LOSS OF LIFE."
THE SIGNAL WAS SENT, AND, THE OFFICER ALREADY DAUNTED BY THE FACT THAT THEIR 
UTMOST EFFORTS
COULD NOT EVEN MAKE THE STRANGER'S SCREENS RADIATE, IT WAS OBEYED. SEATON 
THEN THREW ON THE
FRIGHTFUL POWER OF THE FENACHRONE SUPER-GENERATORS. THE DEFENSIVE SCREENS 
OF THE DOOMED
WARSHIP FLASHED ONCE—A SPARKLING, CORUSCATING DISPLAY OF INCANDESCENT 
BRILLIANCE—AND IN THE
SAME INSTANT WENT DOWN. SIMULTANEOUSLY THE ENTIRE MID-SECTION OF THE VESSEL 
EXPLODED INTO
RADIATION AND DISAPPEARED; COMPLETELY VOLATILIZED.
"SIR, PLEASE SIGNAL THE ENTIRE FLEET TO CEASE ACTION, AND TO FOLLOW ME DOWN. IF 
THEY DO NOT
DO SO, I WILL DESTROY THE REST OF THEM."
THE SKYLARK DROPPED TO THE GROUND, FOLLOWED BY THE FLEET OF WARSHIPS, WHO 
SETTLED IN A
RING ABOUT HER—INACTIVE, BUT READY.
"WILL YOU PLEASE LOAN ME YOUR SENDING INSTRUMENT, SIR?" SEATON ASKED. "FROM 
THIS POINT
ON I CAN CARRY ON NEGOTIATIONS BETTER DIRECT THAN THROUGH YOU."
THE LIEUTENANT FOUND HIS VOICE AS HE SURRENDERED THE INSTRUMENT "SIR, ARE 
YOU THE
OVERLORD OF OSNOME, OF WHOM WE HAVE HEARD? WE HAD SUPPOSED THAT ONE A 
MYTHICAL CHARACTER,
BUT YOU MUST BE HE—NO ONE ELSE WOULD SPARE LIVES THAT HE COULD TAKE, AND THE 
OVERLORD IS THE
ONLY BEING REPUTED TO HAVE A SKIN THE COLOR OF YOURS."
"YES, LIEUTENANT, I AM THE OVERLORD—AND I HAVE DECIDED TO BECOME THE 
OVERLORD OF THE
ENTIRE GREEN SYSTEM, AS WELL AS OF OSNOME."
HE THEN SENT OUT A CALL TO THE COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF OF ALL THE ARMIES OF THE 
PLANET,
INFORMING HIM THAT HE WAS COMING TO VISIT HIM AT ONCE, AND THE SKYLARK TORE 
THROUGH THE AIR TO THE
CAPITAL CITY. NO SOONER HAD THE EARTHLY VESSEL ALIGHTED UPON THE PALACE 
GROUNDS THAN SHE WAS
SURROUNDED BY A RING OF WARSHIPS WHO, HOWEVER, MADE NO OFFENSIVE MOVE. 
SEATON AGAIN USED THE
TELEGRAPH.
"COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF OF THE ARMED FORCES OF THE PLANET URVANIA; GREETINGS 
FROM THE
OVERLORD OF THIS SOLAR SYSTEM. I INVITE YOU TO COME INTO MY VESSEL, UNARMED 
AND ALONE, FOR A
CONFERENCE: I COME IN PEACE AND, PEACE OR WAR AS YOU DECIDE, NO HARM SHALL 
COME TO YOU UNTIL
AFTER YOU HAVE RETURNED TO YOUR OWN COMMAND. THINK WELL BEFORE YOU REPLY."
"IF I REFUSE?"
"I SHALL DESTROY ONE OF THE VESSELS SURROUNDING ME, AND SHALL CONTINUE TO 
DESTROY THEM,
ONE EVERY TEN SECONDS, UNTIL YOU AGREE TO COME. IF YOU STILL DO NOT AGREE, I 
SHALL DESTROY ALL THE
ARMED FORCES UPON THIS PLANET, THEN DESTROY ALL YOUR PEOPLE WHO ARE AT 
PRESENT UPON OSNOME. I
WISH TO AVOID BLOODSHED AND DESTRUCTION, BUT I CAN AND I WILL DO AS I HAVE 
SAID."
"I WILL COME."
THE GENERAL CAME OUT UPON THE FIELD UNARMED, ESCORTED BY A COMPANY OF 
SOLDIERS. A
HUNDRED FEET FROM THE VESSEL HE HALTED THE GUARDS AND CAME ON ALONE, ERECT 
AND SOLDIERLY. SEATON
MET HIM AT THE DOOR AND INVITED HIM TO BE SEATED.
"WHAT CAN YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME?" THE GENERAL DEMANDED, DISREGARDING THE 
INVITATION.
"MANY THINGS. FIRST, LET ME SAY THAT YOU ARE NOT ONLY A BRAVE MAN; YOU ARE A 
WISE
GENERAL—YOUR VISIT TO ME PROVES IT."
"IT IS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS, BUT I BELIEVED WHEN I HEARD THOSE REPORTS, AND STILL 
BELIEVE, THAT
A REFUSAL WOULD HAVE RESULTED IN A HEAVY LOSS OF OUR MEN."
"IT WOULD HAVE. I REPEAT THAT YOUR ACT WAS NOT WEAKNESS, BUT WISDOM. THE 
SECOND THING I
HAVE TO SAY IS THAT I HAD NOT PLANNED ON TAKING ANY ACTIVE PART IN THE 
MANAGEMENT OF THINGS,
EITHER UPON OSNOME OR UPON THIS PLANET, UNTIL I LEARNED OF A CATASTROPHE THAT 
IS THREATENING ALL THE
CIVILIZATIONS IN THIS GALAXY—THUS THREATENING MY OWN DISTANT WORLD AS WELL 
AS THOSE OF THIS SOLAR
SYSTEM. THIRD, ONLY BY SUPERIOR FORCE CAN I MAKE EITHER YOUR RACE OR THE 
OSNOMIANS LISTEN TO
REASON SUFFICIENTLY TO UNITE AGAINST A COMMON FOE. YOU HAVE BEEN REARED IN 
UNREASONING HATRED
FOR SO MANY GENERATIONS THAT YOUR MINDS ARE WARPED. FOR THAT REASON I HAVE 
ASSUMED CONTROL OF
THIS ENTIRE SYSTEM, AND SHALL GIVE YOU YOUR CHOICE BETWEEN COOPERATING WITH 
US OR BEING RENDERED
INCAPABLE OF MOLESTING US WHILE OUR ATTENTION IS OCCUPIED BY THIS THREATENED 
INVASION."
"WE WILL HAVE NO TRAFFIC WITH THE ENEMY WHATEVER. THIS IS FINAL."
"YOU JUST THINK AT PRESENT THAT IT IS FINAL. HERE IS A MATHEMATICAL STATEMENT 
OF WHAT IS
GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOUR WORLD, UNLESS I INTERVENE." HE HANDED THE GENERAL A 
DRAWING OF DUN-
ARK'S PLAN AND DESCRIBED IT IN DETAIL. "THAT IS THE ANSWER OF THE OSNOMIANS TO 
YOUR INVASION OF
THEIR PLANET. I DO NOT WANT THIS WORLD DESTROYED, BUT IF YOU REFUSE TO MAKE 
COMMON CAUSE WITH US
AGAINST A COMMON FOE, IT MAY BE NECESSARY. HAVE YOU FORCES AT YOUR COMMAND 
SUFFICIENT TO
FRUSTRATE THIS PLAN?"
"NO; BUT I CANNOT REALLY BELIEVE THAT SUCH A DEFLECTION OF CELESTIAL BODIES IS 
POSSIBLE.
POSSIBLE OR NO, YOU REALIZE THAT I COULD NOT YIELD TO EMPTY THREATS."
"OF COURSE NOT—BUT YOU WERE WISE ENOUGH TO REFUSE TO SACRIFICE A FEW SHIPS 
AND MEN IN A
USELESS STRUGGLE AGAINST MY OVERWHELMING ARMAMENT, THEREFORE YOU ARE 
CERTAINLY WISE ENOUGH TO
REFUSE TO SACRIFICE YOUR ENTIRE RACE. HOWEVER, BEFORE YOU COME TO ANY 
DEFINITE CONCLUSION, I WILL
SHOW YOU WHAT THREATENS THE GALAXY."
HE HANDED THE OTHER A HEADSET AND RAN THROUGH THE SECTION OF THE RECORD 
SHOWING THE
PLANS OF THE INVADERS. HE THEN RAN A FEW SECTIONS SHOWING THE IRRESISTIBLE 
POWER AT THE COMMAND
OF THE FENACHRONE.
"THAT IS WHAT AWAITS US ALL UNLESS WE COMBINE AGAINST THEM."
"WHAT ARE YOUR REQUIREMENTS?"
"I REQUEST IMMEDIATE WITHDRAWAL OF ALL YOUR ARMED FORCES NOW UPON OSNOME 
AND FULL
COOPERATION WITH ME IN THIS COMING WAR AGAINST THE INVADERS. IN RETURN, I WILL 
GIVE YOU THE SECRETS
I HAVE JUST GIVEN THE OSNOMIANS—THE POWER AND THE OFFENSIVE AND DEFENSIVE 
WEAPONS OF THIS
VESSEL."
"THE OSNOMIANS ARE NOW BUILDING VESSELS SUCH AS THIS ONE?"
"THEY ARE BUILDING VESSELS A HUNDRED TIMES THE SIZE OF THIS ONE, WITH 
CORRESPONDING
ARMAMENT."
"FOR MYSELF, I WOULD AGREE TO YOUR TERMS. HOWEVER, THE WORD OF THE EMPEROR 
IS LAW."
"I UNDERSTAND. WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO SEEK AN IMMEDIATE AUDIENCE WITH HIM? I 
WOULD
SUGGEST THAT BOTH YOU AND HE ACCOMPANY ME, AND WE SHALL HOLD A PEACE 
CONFERENCE WITH THE
OSNOMIAN EMPEROR AND COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF UPON THIS VESSEL."
"I SHALL DO SO AT ONCE."
"YOU MAY ACCOMPANY YOUR GENERAL, LIEUTENANT. AGAIN I ASK PARDON FOR MY 
NECESSARY
RUDENESS."
AS THE TWO URVANIAN OFFICERS HURRIED TOWARD THE PALACE THE OTHER 
TERRESTRIALS, WHO HAD
BEEN LISTENING IN FROM ANOTHER ROOM, ENTERED.
"IT SOUNDED AS THOUGH YOU CONVINCED HIM, DICK; BUT THAT LANGUAGE IS NOTHING 
LIKE
KONDALIAN. WHY DON'T YOU TEACH IT TO US? TEACH IT TO SHIRO, TOO, SO HE CAN COOK 
FOR, AND TALK TO,
OUR DISTINGUISHED GUESTS INTELLIGENTLY, IF THEY'RE GOING BACK WITH US."
AS HE CONNECTED UP THE EDUCATOR SEATON EXPLAINED WHAT HAD HAPPENED, AND 
CONCLUDED:
"I WANT TO STOP THIS CIVIL WAR, KEEP DUNARK FROM DESTROYING THIS PLANET, 
PRESERVE OSNOME
FOR OSNOMIANS, AND MAKE THEM ALL COOPERATE WITH US AGAINST THE FENACHRONE. 
THAT'S ONE TALL
ORDER, SINCE THESE FOLKS HAVEN'T THE REMOTEST NOTION OF ANYTHING EXCEPT 
KILLING."
A COMPANY OF SOLDIERS APPROACHED, AND DOROTHY GOT UP HASTILY.
"STICK AROUND, FOLKS, WE CAN ALL TALK TO THEM."
"I BELIEVE THAT IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR YOU TO BE ALONE," CRANE DECIDED, AFTER A 
MOMENT'S
THOUGHT. "THEY ARE USED TO AUTOCRATIC POWER, AND CAN UNDERSTAND NOTHING BUT 
ONE-MAN CONTROL.
THE GIRLS AND I WILL KEEP OUT OF IT."
"THAT MIGHT BE BETTER, AT THAT," AND SEATON WENT TO THE DOOR TO WELCOME THE 
GUESTS.
SEATON INSTRUCTED THEM TO LIE FLAT, AND PUT ON ALL THE ACCELERATION THEY 
COULD BEAR. IT WAS NOT LONG
UNTIL THEY WERE BACK IN KONDAL, WHERE ROBAN, THE KARFEDIX, AND TARNAN, THE 
KARBIX, ACCEPTED
SEATON'S INVITATION AND ENTERED THE SKYLARK, UNARMED. BACK OUT IN SPACE, THE 
VESSEL STATIONARY,
SEATON INTRODUCED THE EMPERORS AND COMMANDERS-IN-CHIEF TO EACH OTHER—
INTRODUCTIONS WHICH
WERE ACKNOWLEDGED ALMOST IMPERCEPTIBLY. HE THEN GAVE EACH A HEADSET, AND 
RAN THE COMPLETE
RECORD OF THE FENACHRONE BRAIN.
"STOP!" SHOUTED ROBAN, AFTER ONLY A MOMENT. "WOULD YOU, THE OVERLORD OF 
OSNOME,
REVEAL SUCH SECRETS AS THIS TO THE ARCH-ENEMIES OF OSNOME?"
"I WOULD. I HAVE TAKEN OVER THE OVERLORDSHIP OF THE ENTIRE GREEN SYSTEM FOR 
THE DURATION
OF THIS EMERGENCY, AND I DO NOT WANT TWO OF ITS PLANETS ENGAGED IN CIVIL WAR."
THE RECORD FINISHED, SEATON TRIED FOR SOME TIME TO BRING THE FOUR GREEN 
WARRIORS TO HIS
WAY OF THINKING, BUT IN VAIN. ROBAN AND TARNAN REMAINED CONTEMPTUOUS. THEY 
WOULD HAVE
THROWN THEMSELVES UPON HIM BUT FOR THE KNOWLEDGE THAT NO FIFTY UNARMED 
MEN OF THE GREEN RACE
COULD HAVE OVERCOME HIS STRENGTH, TO THEM SUPERNATURAL. THE TWO URVANIANS 
WERE EQUALLY
OBDURATE. THIS SOFT EARTH-BEING HAD GIVEN THEM EVERYTHING, THEY HAD GIVEN 
HIM NOTHING AND
WOULD GIVE HIM NOTHING. FINALLY SEATON ROSE TO HIS FULL HEIGHT AND STARED AT 
THEM IN TURN, WRATH
AND DETERMINATION BIDDING IN HIS EYES.
"I HAVE BROUGHT YOU FOUR TOGETHER, HERE IN A NEUTRAL VESSEL IN NEUTRAL SPACE, 
TO BRING ABOUT
PEACE BETWEEN YOU. I HAVE SHOWN YOU THE BENEFITS TO BE DERIVED FROM THE 
PEACEFUL PURSUIT OF
SCIENCE, KNOWLEDGE, AND POWER, INSTEAD OF CONTINUING THIS UTTER ECONOMIC 
WASTE OF CONTINUAL
WAR. YOU CLOSE YOUR SENSES TO REASON. YOU OF OSNOME ACCUSE ME OF BEING AN 
INGRATE AND A
TRAITOR; YOU OF URVANIA CONSIDER ME A SOFT-HEADED, SENTIMENTAL WEAKLING WHO 
MAY SAFELY BE
DISREGARDED—ALL BECAUSE I THINK THE WELFARE OF THE NUMBERLESS PEOPLES OF 
THE UNIVERSE MORE
IMPORTANT THAN YOUR NARROW-MINDED, STUBBORN, SELFISH VANITY. THINK WHAT YOU 
PLEASE. IF BRUTE
FORCE IS YOUR ONLY LOGIC, KNOW NOW THAT I CAN, AND WILL, USE BRUTE FORCE.
HERE ARE THE SEVEN DISKS," AND HE PLACED THE BRACELET UPON ROBAN'S KNEE.
"IF YOU FOUR LEADERS ARE SHORT-SIGHTED ENOUGH TO PLACE YOUR PETTY ENMITY 
BEFORE THE GOOD
OF ALL CIVILIZATION I AM DONE FOREVER WITH OVERLORDSHIP AND WITH FRIENDSHIP. I 
HAVE DELIBERATELY
GIVEN YOU URVANIANS PRECISELY THE SAME INFORMATION THAT I HAVE GIVEN THE 
OSNOMIANS—NO MORE
AND NO LESS. I HAVE GIVEN NEITHER OF YOU ALL THAT I KNOW, AND I SHALL KNOW MUCH 
MORE THAN I DO
NOW BEFORE THE TIME OF THE CONQUEST SHALL HAVE ARRIVED. UNLESS YOU FOUR MEN, 
HERE AND NOW,
RENOUNCE THIS WAR AND AGREE TO A PERPETUAL PEACE BETWEEN YOUR WORLDS, I 
SHALL LEAVE YOU TO YOUR
MUTUAL DESTRUCTION. YOU DO NOT YET REALIZE THE POWER OF THE WEAPONS I HAVE 
GIVEN YOU: WHEN YOU
DO REALIZE IT YOU WILL KNOW THAT MUTUAL DESTRUCTION IS INEVITABLE IF YOU 
CONTINUE THIS INTERNECINE
WAR. I SHALL CONTINUE UPON OTHER WORLDS MY SEARCH FOR THE ONE SECRET 
STANDING BETWEEN ME AND A
COMPLETE MASTERY OF POWER. THAT I SHALL FIND THAT SECRET I AM CONFIDENT; AND, 
HAVING FOUND IT, I
SHALL WITHOUT YOUR AID DESTROY THE FENACHRONE.
"YOU HAVE SEVERAL TIMES REMARKED WITH SNEERS THAT YOU ARE NOT TO BE SWAYED 
BY EMPTY
THREATS. WHAT I AM ABOUT TO SAY IS NO EMPTY THREAT—IT IS A MOST SOLEMN 
PROMISE, GIVEN BY ONE
WHO HAS BOTH THE WILL AND THE POWER TO FULFILL HIS EVERY GIVEN WORD. NOW 
LISTEN CAREFULLY TO THIS,
MY FINAL UTTERANCE. IF YOU CONTINUE THIS WARFARE AND IF THE VICTOR SHOULD NOT 
BE UTTERLY DESTROYED
IN ITS COURSE, I SWEAR AS I STAND HERE, BY THE GREAT FIRST CAUSE, THAT I SHALL 
MYSELF WIPE OUT EVERY
TRACE OF THE SURVIVING NATION AS SOON AS THE FENACHRONE SHALL HAVE BEEN 
OBLITERATED. WORK WITH
EACH OTHER AND WITH ME AND WE ALL WILL, IN ALL PROBABILITY, CONTINUE TO LIVE—
FIGHT ON AND BOTH
YOUR NATIONS, TO THE LAST PERSON, WILL MOST CERTAINLY DIE. DECIDE NOW WHICH IT 
IS TO BE. I AM DONE
TALKING."
ROBAN TOOK UP THE BRACELET AND CLASPED IT AGAIN ABOUT SEATON'S ARM, SAYING, 
"YOU ARE
MORE THAN EVER OUR OVERLORD. YOU ARE WISER THAN WE ARE, AND STRONGER. ISSUE 
YOUR COMMANDS AND
THEY SHALL BE OBEYED."
"WHY DID NOT YOU SAY THOSE THINGS FIRST, OVERLORD?" ASKED THE URVANIAN 
EMPEROR, AS HE
SALUTED AND SMILED. "WE COULD NOT IN HONOR SUBMIT TO A WEAKLING, NO MATTER 
WHAT THE FATE IN
STORE. HAVING CONVINCED US OF YOUR STRENGTH, THERE CAN BE NO DISGRACE IN 
FIGHTING BENEATH YOUR
SCREENS. AN ARMLET OF SEVEN SYMBOLS SHALL BE CAST AND READY FOR YOU WHEN YOU 
NEXT VISIT US.
ROBAN OF OSNOME, YOU ARE MY BROTHER."
THE TWO EMPERORS SALUTED EACH OTHER AND STARED EYE TO EYE FOR A LONG 
MOMENT, AND
SEATON KNEW THAT THE PERPETUAL PEACE HAD BEEN SIGNED. THEN ALL FOUR SPOKE, IN 
UNISON:
"OVERLORD, WE AWAIT YOUR COMMANDS."
"DUNARK OF OSNOME IS ALREADY INFORMED AS TO WHAT OSNOME IS TO DO. SAY TO HIM 
THAT IT
WILL NOT BE NECESSARY FOR HIM TO BUILD THE VESSEL FOR ME; THE URVANIANS WILL 
DO THAT. URVAN OF
URVANIA, YOU WILL ACCOMPANY ROBAN TO OSNOME, WHERE YOU TWO WILL ORDER 
INSTANT CESSATION OF
HOSTILITIES. OSNOME HAS MANY SHIPS OF THIS TYPE, AND UPON SOME OF THEM YOU WILL 
RETURN YOUR
EVERY SOLDIER AND ENGINE OF WAR TO YOUR OWN PLANET. AS SOON AS POSSIBLE YOU 
WILL BUILD FOR ME A
VESSEL LIKE THAT OF THE FENACHRONE, EXCEPT THAT IT SHALL BE TEN TIMES AS LARGE, 
IN EVERY DIMENSION,
AND EXCEPT THAT EVERY INSTRUMENT, CONTROL, AND WEAPON IS TO BE LEFT OUT."
"LEFT OUT? IT SHALL BE SO BUILT—BUT OF WHAT USE WILL IT BE?"
'THE EMPTY SPACES SHALL BE FILLED AFTER I HAVE RETURNED FROM MY QUEST. YOU 
WILL BUILD THIS
VESSEL OF DAGAL. YOU WILL ALSO INSTRUCT THE OSNOMIAN COMMANDER IN THE 
MANUFACTURE OF THAT
METAL, WHICH IS CONSIDERABLY MORE RESISTANT THAN THEIR ARENAK."
"BUT, OVERLORD, WE HAVE . . ."
"I HAVE JUST BROUGHT IMMENSE STORES OF THE PRECIOUS CHEMICAL AND OF THE 
METAL OF POWER
TO OSNOME. THEY WILL SHARE WITH YOU. I ALSO ADVISE YOU TO BUILD FOR YOURSELVES 
MANY SHIPS LIKE
THOSE OF THE FENACHRONE, WITH WHICH TO DO BATTLE WITH THE INVADERS IN CASE I 
SHOULD FAIL IN MY
QUEST. YOU WILL, OF COURSE, SEE TO IT THAT THERE WILL BE A CORPS OF YOUR MOST 
EFFICIENT MECHANICS
AND ARTISANS WITHIN CALL AT ALL TIMES IN CASE I SHOULD RETURN AND HAVE SUDDEN 
NEED FOR THEM."
"ALL THESE THINGS SHALL BE DONE."
THE CONFERENCE ENDED, THE FOUR NOBLES WERE QUICKLY LANDED UPON OSNOME AND 
ONCE MORE
THE SKYLARK TRAVELED OUT INTO HER ELEMENT, THE TOTAL VACUUM AND ABSOLUTE 
ZERO OF THE OUTER VOID.
"YOU CERTAINLY SOUNDED SAVAGE, DICK. I ALMOST THOUGHT YOU REALLY MEANT IT!" 
DOROTHY
CHUCKLED.
"I DID MEAN IT, DOT. THOSE FELLOWS ARE MIGHTY KEEN ON DETECTING BLUFFS. IF I 
HADN'T MEANT
IT, AND IF THEY HADN'T KNOWN THAT I MEANT IT, I'D NEVER HAVE GOT AWAY WITH IT."
"BUT YOU COULDN'T HAVE MEANT IT, DICK! YOU WOULDN'T HAVE DESTROYED THE 
OSNOMIANS,
SURELY—YOU KNOW YOU WOULDN'T."
"NO, BUT I WOULD HAVE DESTROYED WHAT WAS LEFT OF THE URVANIANS, AND ALL FIVE 
OF US KNEW
EXACTLY HOW IT WOULD HAVE TURNED OUT AND EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD NAVE DONE 
ABOUT IT— THAT'S WHY
THEY PULLED IN THEIR HORNS."
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED," INTERJECTED MARGARET. "WHAT 
WOULD HAVE?"
"WITH THIS NEW STUFF THE URVANIANS WOULD HAVE WIPED THE OSNOMIANS OUT THEY 
ARE AN
OLDER RACE, AND SO MUCH BETTER IN SCIENCE AND MECHANICS THAT THE OSNOMIANS 
WOULDN'T HAVE STOOD
MUCH CHANCE, AND KNEW IT. INCIDENTALLY, THAT'S WHY I'M HAVING THEM BUILD OUR 
NEW SHIP. THEY'LL
PUT A LOT OF STUFF INTO IT THAT DUNARK'S MEN WOULD MISS—MAYBE SOME STUFF 
THAT EVEN THE
FENACHRONE HAVEN'T GOT. HOWEVER, THOUGH IT MIGHT SEEM THAT THE URVANIANS 
HAD ALL THE BEST OF IT,
URVAN KNEW THAT I HAD SOMETHING UP MY SLEEVE BESIDES MY BARE ARM—AND HE 
KNEW THAT I'D CLEAN
UP WHAT THERE WAS LEFT OF HIS RACE IF THEY POLISHED OFF THE OSNOMIANS."
"WHAT A FRIGHTFUL CHANCE YOU WERE TAKING, DICK!" GASPED DOROTHY.
"YOU HAVE TO BE HARD TO HANDLE THOSE FOLKS—AND BELIEVE ME, I WAS A FORTY-
MINUTE EGG
RIGHT THEN. THEY HAVE SUCH A PECULIAR MENTAL AND MORAL SLANT THAT WE CAN 
HARDLY UNDERSTAND THEM
AT ALL. THIS IDEA OF COOPERATION IS SO NEW TO THEM THAT IT ACTUALLY DAZED ALL 
FOUR MEN, EVER TO
CONSIDER IT."
"DO YOU SUPPOSE THEY WILL FIGHT, ANYWAY?" ASKED CRANE.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT. BOTH NATIONS HAVE AN INFLEXIBLE CODE OF HONOR, SUCH AS IT IS, 
AND LYING IS
AGAINST BOTH CODES. THAT'S ONE THING I LIKE ABOUT THEM—I'M SORTA HONEST 
MYSELF, AND WITH EITHER
OF THESE RACES, YOU NEED NOTHING SIGNED OR GUARANTEED."
"WHAT NEXT, DICK?"
"NOW THE REAL TROUBLE STARTS. MART, DID YOU DEVOTE THE IMPONDERABLE FORCE 
OF THE MASSIVE
INTELLECT TO THAT PROBLEM— AND HAVE YOU GOT THE ANSWER?"
"WHAT PROBLEM?" ASKED DOROTHY. "YOU DIDN'T TELL US ANYTHING ABOUT A 
PROBLEM."
"NO, I TOLD MART. I WANT THE BEST PHYSICIST IN THIS ENTIRE SOLAR SYSTEM—AND 
SINCE THERE ARE
ONLY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE PLANETS AROUND THESE SEVENTEEN SUNS, IT 
SHOULD BE SIMPLE TO
YON PHENOMENAL BRAIN. IN FACT, I EXPECT TO HEAR HIM SAY 'ELEMENTARY, MY DEAR 
WATSON,
ELEMENTARY!'"
"HARDLY THAT, DICK, BUT I HAVE FOUND OUT A FEW THINGS. THERE ARE SOME EIGHTY 
PLANETS
WHICH ARE PROBABLY HABITABLE FOR BEINGS LIKE US. OTHER THINGS BEING EQUAL, IT 
SEEMS REASONABLE TO
ASSUME THAT THE OLDER THE SUN, THE LONGER ITS PLANETS HAVE BEEN HABITABLE, 
AND THEREFORE THE OLDER
AND MORE INTELLIGENT THE LIFE . . ."
" 'HA! HA! IT WAS ELEMENTARY,' SAYS SHERLOCK," SEATON INTERRUPTED. "YOU'RE 
HEADING
DIRECTLY AT THAT LARGEST, OLDEST, AND MOST INTELLIGENT PLANET, THEN, I TAKE IT, 
WHERE I CAN CATCH ME A
PHYSICIST?"
"NOT DIRECTLY AT IT, NO. I AM HEADING FOR THE PLACE WHERE IT WILL BE WHEN WE 
ARRIVE THERE.
THAT IS ELEMENTARY, MY DEAR WATSON."
"OUCH! THAT GOT TO ME, MART, RIGHT WHERE I LIVE. I'LL BE GOOD."
"BUT YOU ARE GETTING AHEAD OF ME, DICK—IT IS NOT AS SIMPLE AS YOU HAVE 
ASSUMED FROM
WHAT I HAVE SAID SO FAR. THE OSNOMIAN ASTRONOMERS HAVE DONE WONDERS IN THE 
SHORT TIME THEY
HAVE HAD, BUT THEIR DATA, PARTICULARLY ON THE PLANETS OF THE OUTER SUNS, IS AS 
YET NECESSARILY VERY
INCOMPLETE. SINCE THE FURTHERMOST OUTER SUN IS PROBABLY THE OLDEST, IT IS THE 
ONE IN WHICH WE ARE
MOST INTERESTED. IT HAS SEVEN PLANETS, FOUR OF WHICH ARE PROBABLY HABITABLE, 
AS FAR AS TEMPERATURE
AND ATMOSPHERE ARE CONCERNED. HOWEVER, NOTHING EXACT IS YET KNOWN OF THEIR 
MASSES, MOTIONS, OR
PLACES. THEREFORE I HAVE LAID OUR COURSE TO INTERCEPT THE CLOSEST ONE TO US, AS 
NEARLY AS I CAN FROM
WHAT MEAGER DATA WE HAVE. IF IT SHOULD PROVE TO BE INHABITED BY INTELLIGENT 
BEINGS, THEY CAN
PROBABLY GIVE US MORE EXACT INFORMATION CONCERNING THEIR NEIGHBORING 
PLANETS. THAT IS THE BEST I
CAN DO."
"THAT'S A DARN FINE BEST, OLD TOP—NARROWING DOWN TO FOUR FROM A HUNDRED 
AND TWENTY-
FIVE. WELL, UNTIL WE GET THERE, WHAT TO DO? LET'S SING US A SONG, TO KEEP OUR 
FEARLESS QUARTETTE IN
GOOD VOICE."
"BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING," SAID MARGARET SERIOUSLY, "I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW IF 
YOU REALLY
THINK THERE IS A CHANCE OF DEFEATING THOSE MONSTERS."
"IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, I DO. IN FACT, I AM QUITE CONFIDENT OF IT. IF WE HAD TWO 
YEARS I KNOW
THAT WE COULD LICK THEM COLD; AND BY SHOVELING ON THE COAL I BELIEVE WE CAN 
GET THE DOPE IN LESS
THAN THE SIX MONTHS WE HAVE TO WORK IN."
"I KNOW THAT YOU ARE SERIOUS, DICK. NOW YOU KNOW THAT I DO NOT WANT TO 
DISCOURAGE ANY
ONE, BUT I CAN SEE SMALL BASIS FOR OPTIMISM." CRANE SPOKE SLOWLY AND 
THOUGHTFULLY. "I HOPE THAT
YOU WILL BE ABLE TO CONTROL THE ZONE OF FORCE—BUT YOU ARE NOT STUDYING IT 
YOURSELF. YOU SEEM TO
BE CERTAIN THAT SOMEWHERE IN THIS SYSTEM THERE IS A RACE WHO ALREADY KNOW ALL 
ABOUT IT. I TOO,
WOULD LIKE TO KNOW YOUR REASONS FOR THINKING THAT SUCH A RACE EXISTS."
"THEY MAY NOT BE UPON THIS SYSTEM; THEY MAY HAVE BEEN OUTSIDERS, AS WE ARE—
BUT I HAVE
REASONS FOR BELIEVING THEM NATIVES OF THIS SYSTEM, SINCE THEY WERE GREEN. YOU 
ARE AS FAMILIAR
WITH OSNOMIAN MYTHOLOGY AS I AM—YOU GIRLS IN PARTICULAR HAVE READ OSNOMIAN 
LEGENDS TO
OSNOMIAN CHILDREN FOR HOURS. ALSO IDENTICALLY THE SAME LEGENDS PREVAIL UPON 
URVANIA. I READ
THEM IN THAT LIEUTENANT'S BRAIN—IN FACT, I LOOKED FOR THEM. YOU ALSO KNOW 
THAT EVERY FOLK-LEGEND
HAS SOME BASIS, HOWEVER TENUOUS, IN FACT. NOW, DOTTIE, TELL TEACHER ABOUT THE 
BATTLE OF THE GODS,
WHEN OSNOME WAS A PUP."
"THE GODS CAME DOWN FROM THE SKY," DOROTHY RECITED. "THEY WERE GREEN, AS 
WERE MEN.
THEY WORE INVISIBLE ARMOR OF POLISHED METAL, WHICH APPEARED AND DISAPPEARED. 
THEY STAYED
INSIDE THE ARMOR AND FOUGHT OUTSIDE IT WITH SWORDS AND LANCES OF FIRE. MEN 
WHO FOUGHT AGAINST
THEM CUT THEM THROUGH AND THROUGH WITH SWORDS, AND THEY STRUCK THE MEN 
WITH LANCES OF FLAME SO
THAT THEY WERE STUNNED. SO THE GODS FOUGHT IN DAYS LONG GONE AND VANISHED IN 
THEIR INVISIBLE
ARMOR, AND. . ."
"THAT'S ENOUGH," INTERRUPTED SEATON. "THE LITTLE RED-HAIRED GIRL HAS HER 
LESSON PERFECTLY.
GET IT, MART?"
"NO, I CANNOT SAY THAT I DO."
"WHY, IT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!" EXCLAIMED MARGARET.
"ALL RIGHT, I'LL ELUCIDATE. LISTEN!" SEATON'S VOICE GREW TENSE WITH 
EARNESTNESS. "VISITORS
CAME DOWN OUT OF SPACE. THEY WERE GREEN, AS WERE MEN. THEY WORE ZONES OF 
FORCE, WHICH THEY
FLASHED ON AND OFF. THEY STAYED INSIDE THE ZONES AND PROJECTED THEIR IMAGES 
OUTSIDE, AND USED
WEAPONS THROUGH THE ZONES. MEN WHO FOUGHT AGAINST THE IMAGES CUT THEM 
THROUGH AND THROUGH
WITH SWORDS, BUT COULD NOT HARM THEM SINCE THEY WERE NOT ACTUAL SUBSTANCE; 
AND THE IMAGES
DIRECTED FORCES AGAINST THE MEN SO THAT THEY WERE STUNNED. SO THE VISITORS 
FOUGHT IN DAYS LONG
GONE, AND VANISHED IN THEIR ZONES OF FORCE. HOW DOES THAT SOUND?"
"YOU HAVE THE MOST STUPENDOUS IMAGINATION THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN—BUT 
THERE MAY BE
SOME SLIGHT BASIS OF FACT THERE, AFTER ALL," CRANE SAID, SLOWLY.
"I'M CONVINCED OF IT, FOR ONE REASON IN PARTICULAR. NOTICE THAT IT SAYS 
SPECIFICALLY THAT THE
VISITORS STUNNED THE NATIVES. NOW THAT THOUGHT IS ABSOLUTELY FOREIGN TO ALL 
OSNOMIAN
NATURE—WHEN THEY STRIKE THEY KILL, AND ALWAYS HAVE. NOW IF THAT MYTH HAS 
COME DOWN THROUGH
SO MANY GENERATIONS WITHOUT HAVING THAT 'STUNNED' CHANGED TO 'KILLED', I'M 
WILLING TO BET A FEW
WEEKS OF TIME THAT THE REST OF IT CAME DOWN FAIRLY STRAIGHT, TOO. OF COURSE, 
WHAT THEY HAD MAY NOT
HAVE BEEN THE ZONE OF FORCE AS WE KNOW IT, BUT IT MUST HAVE BEEN A PURE FORCE 
OF SOME KIND—AND
BELIEVE ME, THAT WAS ONE EDUCATED AND TALENTED FORCE. SOMEBODY CERTAINLY 
HAD SOMETHING, EVEN
'WAY BACK IN THOSE DAYS. AND IF THEY HAD ANYTHING AT ALL BACK THERE, THEY MUST 
KNOW A LOT BY NOW.
THAT'S WHY I WANT TO LOOK 'EM UP. AS FOR WORKING ON THIS PROBLEM MYSELF—I 
KNOW JUST ENOUGH TO
REALIZE EXACTLY HOW HOPELESS IT WOULD BE FOR ME TO TRY TO DO ANYTHING WITH IT 
IN SIX MONTHS. IF A
DOZEN OF THE BEST PHYSICISTS ON EARTH WERE WORKING ON IT AND HAD TWENTY 
YEARS, I'D SAY GO
AHEAD—AS IT IS WE'VE GOT TO LOCATE THAT RACE THAT KNOWS ALL ABOUT IT ALREADY."
"BUT SUPPOSE THEY WANT TO KILL US OFF AT SIGHT?" OBJECTED DOROTHY. "THEY 
MIGHT BE ABLE TO
DO IT, MIGHTN'T THEY?"
"SURE, BUT THEY PROBABLY WOULDN'T WANT TO—ANY MORE THAN YOU WOULD STEP ON 
AN ANT WHO
ASKED YOU TO HELP HIM MOVE A TWIG. THAT'S ABOUT HOW MUCH AHEAD OF US THEY 
PROBABLY ARE. OF
COURSE, WE STRUCK A PURE MENTALITY ONCE WHO CAME DARN NEAR DEMATERIALIZING 
US ENTIRELY, BUT I'M
BETTING THAT THESE FOLKS HAVEN'T GOT THAT FAR ALONG YET. BY THE WAY, I'VE GOT A 
HUNCH ABOUT THOSE
PURE INTELLECTUALS."
"OH, TELL US ABOUT IT!" LAUGHED MARGARET. "YOUR HUNCHES ARE THE WORLD'S 
GREATEST
BRAINSTORMS!"
"WELL, I PUMPED OUT AND REJEWELED THE COMPASS WE PUT ON THAT FUNNY PLANET—
AS A LAST
RESORT, I THOUGHT WE MIGHT MAYBE VISIT THEM AND ASK THAT BOZO WE HAD THE 
ARGUMENT WITH TO HELP
US OUT. I THOUGHT MAYBE HE—OR IT—WOULD SHOW US EVERYTHING ABOUT THE ZONE 
OF FORCE WE WANT TO
KNOW. I DON'T THINK THAT WE'D BE DEMATERIALIZED, EITHER, BECAUSE THE SITUATION 
WOULD GIVE HIM
SOMETHING MORE TO THINK ABOUT FOR ANOTHER THOUSAND CYCLES; AND THINKING 
SEEMED TO BE HIS MAIN
OBJECT IN LIFE. HOWEVER, TO GET BACK TO THE SUBJECT, I FOUND THAT EVEN WITH THE 
NEW POWER OF THE
COMPASS THE ENTIRE PLANET WAS STILL OUT OF REACH. UNLESS THEY'VE 
DEMATERIALIZED IT, THAT MEANS
ABOUT TEN BILLION LIGHT-YEARS AS AN ABSOLUTE MINIMUM. THINK ABOUT THAT FOR A 
MINUTE! . . . I'VE GOT
A KIND OF A HUNCH THAT MAYBE THEY DON'T BELONG IN THIS GALAXY AT ALL—THAT 
THEY MIGHT BE FROM
SOME OTHER GALAXY, PLANET AND ALL; JUST RIDING AROUND ON IT LIKE WE ARE RIDING 
IN THE SKYLARK. IS THE
IDEA CONCEIVABLE TO A SANE MIND, OR NOT?"
"NOT!" DECIDED DOROTHY, PROMPTLY. "WE'D BETTER GO TO BED. ONE MORE SUCH 
IDEA, IN
PROGRESSION WITH THE LAST TWO YOU'VE HAD, WOULD CERTAINLY GIVE YOU A 
COMPOUND FRACTURE OF THE
SKULL. 'NIGHT, CRANES—SWEET DREAMS!"



CHAPTER 7
DUQUESNE'S VOYAGE

FAR FROM OUR SOLAR SYSTEM A CIGAR-SHAPED SPACE-CRUISER SLACKENED ITS TERRIFIC 
ACCELERATION
TO A POINT AT WHICH HUMAN BEINGS COULD WALK AND TWO MEN GOT UP, EXERCISED 
VIGOROUSLY TO RESTORE
THE CIRCULATION TO THEIR NUMBED BODIES, AND WENT INTO THE GALLEY TO PREPARE 
THEIR FIRST MEAL SINCE
LEAVING THE EARTH SOME EIGHT HOURS BEFORE.
BECAUSE OF THE LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY HE HAD DECIDED UPON, DUQUESNE HAD 
HAD TO
ABANDON HIS CUSTOM OF WORKING ALONE, AND HAD STUDIED ALL THE AVAILABLE MEN 
WITH GREAT CARE
BEFORE SELECTING HIS COMPANION AND RELIEF PILOT. HE FINALLY HAD CHOSEN "BABY 
DOLL" LORING—SO
CALLED BECAUSE OF HIS CURLY YELLOW HAIR, HIS PINK AND WHITE COMPLEXION, HIS 
GUILELESS BLUE EYES,
HIS SLIGHT FORM OF RATHER LESS THAN MEDIUM HEIGHT. BUT NEVER DID OUTWARD 
ATTRIBUTES MORE BELIE THE
INNER MAN! THE YELLOW CURLS COVERED A BRAIN AGILE, KEEN, AND HARD; THE GIRLISH 
COMPLEXION NEITHER
PALED NOR REDDENED UNDER STRESS; THE WIDE BLUE EYES HAD GLANCED ALONG THE 
BARRELS OF SO MANY
LETHAL WEAPONS THAT IN VARIOUS LOCALITIES THE NOOSE YAWNED FOR HIM; THE 
SLENDER BODY WAS BUILT OF
RAWHIDE AND WHALEBONE AND RESPONDED INSTANTLY TO THE DICTATES OF THAT 
RUTHLESS BRAIN. UNDER THE
PROTECTION OF STEEL HE FLOURISHED, AND IN RETURN FOR THAT PROTECTION HE 
PERFORMED QUIETLY, AND WITH
NEATNESS AND DESPATCH, SUCH ODD JOBS AS WERE LA BIS LINE.
WHEN THEY WERE SEATED AT AN EXCELLENT BREAKFAST OF HAM AND EGGS, BUTTERED 
TOAST, AND
STRONG, AROMATIC COFFEE, DUQUESNE BROKE THE LONG SILENCE.
"DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHERE WE ARE?"
"I'D SAY WE WERE A LONG WAYS FROM HOME, BY THE WAY THIS ELEVATOR OF YOURS HAS 
BEEN
CLIMBING ALL NIGHT."
"WE ARE A GOOD MANY MILLIONS OF MILES FROM THE EARTH, AND WE ARE GETTING 
FARTHER AWAY AT
A RATE THAT WOULD HAVE TO BE MEASURED IN MILLIONS OF MILES PER SECOND." 
DUQUESNE, WATCHING THE
OTHER NARROWLY AS HE MADE THIS STARTLING ANNOUNCEMENT AND REMEMBERING THE 
EFFECT OF A SIMILAR
ONE UPON PERKINS, SAW WITH APPROVAL THAT THE COFFEE-CUP IN MIDAIR DID NOT 
PAUSE OR WAVER IN ITS
COURSE. LORING NOTED THE BOUQUET OF HIS BEVERAGE AND TOOK AN APPRECIATIVE SIP 
BEFORE HE REPLIED.
"YOU CERTAINLY CAN MAKE COFFEE, DOCTOR; AND GOOD COFFEE IS NINE-TENTHS OF A 
GOOD
BREAKFAST. AS TO WHERE WE ARE—THAT'S ALL RIGHT WITH ME. I CAN STAND IT IF YOU 
CAN."
"DON'T YOU WANT TO KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOING, AND WHY?"
"I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THAT. BEFORE WE STARTED I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW 
ANYTHING, BECAUSE
WHAT A MAN DOESN'T KNOW HE CAN'T BE ACCUSED OF SPILLING IN CASE OF A LEAK. NOW 
THAT WE ARE ON
OUR WAY, THOUGH, MAYBE I SHOULD KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT THINGS TO ACT 
INTELLIGENTLY IF SOMETHING
UNFORESEEN SHOULD DEVELOP. IF YOU'D RATHER KEEP IT DARK AND GIVE ME ORDERS 
WHEN NECESSARY, THAT'S
ALL RIGHT WITH ME, TOO. IT'S YOUR PARTY, YOU KNOW."
"I BROUGHT YOU ALONG BECAUSE ONE MAN CAN'T STAY ON DUTY TWENTY-FOUR HOURS A 
DAY,
CONTINUOUSLY. SINCE YOU ARE IN AS DEEP AS YOU CAN GET, AND SINCE THIS TRIP IS 
DANGEROUS, YOU
SHOULD KNOW EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW. YOU ARE ONE OF THE HIGHER-UPS NOW, 
ANYWAY: AND WE
UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER PRETTY THOROUGHLY, I BELIEVE?"
"I BELIEVE SO."
BACK IN THE BOW CONTROL ROOM DUQUESNE APPLIED MORE POWER, BUT NOT ENOUGH 
TO RENDER
MOVEMENT IMPOSSIBLE.
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO DRIVE HER AS HARD ALL THE WAY, THEN, AS YOU DID LAST NIGHT?"
"NO, I'M OUT OF RANGE OF SEATON'S INSTRUMENTS NOW, AND WE DON'T HAVE TO KILL 
OURSELVES.
HIGH ACCELERATION IS PUNISHMENT FOR ANYONE AND WE MUST KEEP OURSELVES FIT. 
TO BEGIN WITH, I
SUPPOSE THAT YOU ARE CURIOUS ABOUT THAT OBJECT-COMPASS?"
"THAT AND OTHER THINGS."
"AN OBJECT-COMPASS IS A NEEDLE OF SPECIALLY TREATED COPPER, SO ACTIVATED THAT 
IT POINTS
ALWAYS TOWARD ONE CERTAIN OBJECT AFTER BEING ONCE SET UPON IT. SEATON 
UNDOUBTEDLY HAS ONE UPON
ME; BUT, SENSITIVE AS THEY ARE, THEY CAN'T HOLD ON A MASS AS SMALL AS A MAN AT 
THIS DISTANCE. THAT
WAS WHY WE LEFT AT MIDNIGHT, AFTER HE HAD GONE TO BED—SO THAT WE'D BE OUT OF 
RANGE BEFORE HE
WOKE UP. I WANTED TO LOSE HIM, AS HE MIGHT INTERFERE IF HE KNEW WHERE I WAS 
GOING. NOW I'LL GO
BACK TO THE BEGINNING AND TELL YOU THE WHOLE STORY."
TERSELY BUT VIVIDLY HE RECOUNTED THE TALE OF THE FIRST INTERSTELLAR CRUISE, 
THE VOYAGE OF THE
SKYLARK OF SPACE. WHEN HE HAD FINISHED, LORING SMOKED FOR A FEW MINUTES IN 
SILENCE.
"THERE'S A LOT OF STUFF THERE THAT'S HARD TO UNDERSTAND ALL AT ONCE. DO YOU 
MIND IF I ASK A
FEW FOOLISH QUESTIONS, TO GET THINGS STRAIGHTENED OUT IN MY MIND?"
"GO AHEAD—ASK AS MANY AS YOU WANT TO. IT IS HARD TO UNDERSTAND A LOT OF THAT 
OSNOMIAN
STUFF—A MAN CAN'T GET IT ALL AT ONCE."
"OSNOME IS SO FAR AWAY—HOW ARE YOU GOING TO FIND IT?"
"WITH ONE OF THE OBJECT-COMPASSES I MENTIONED. I HAD PLANNED ON NAVIGATING 
FROM NOTES I
TOOK ON THE TRIP BACK TO THE EARTH, BUT IT WASN'T NECESSARY. THEY TRIED TO KEEP 
ME FROM FINDING OUT
ANYTHING, BUT I LEARNED ALL ABOUT THE COMPASSES, BUILT A FEW OF THEM IN THEIR 
OWN SHOP, AND SET
ONE ON OSNOME. I HAD IT, AMONG OTHER THINGS, IN MY POCKET WHEN I LANDED. IN 
FACT, THE CONTROL OF
THAT EXPLOSIVE COPPER BULLET IS THE ONLY THING THEY HAD THAT I WASN'T ABLE TO 
GET—AND I'LL GET THAT
ON THIS TRIP."
"WHAT IS THAT ARENAK ARMOR THEY'RE WEARING?"
"ARENAK IS A SYNTHETIC METAL, ALMOST PERFECTLY TRANSPARENT. IT HAS 
PRACTICALLY THE SAME
REFRACTIVE INDEX AS AIR, THEREFORE IT IS, TO ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES, INVISIBLE. 
IT'S ABOUT FIVE HUNDRED
TIMES AS STRONG AS CHROME-VANADIUM STEEL, AND EVEN WHEN YOU'VE GOT IT TO THE 
YIELD-POINT IT
DOESN'T BREAK, BUT STRETCHES OUT AND SNAPS BACK, LIKE RUBBER, WITH THE 
STRENGTH UNIMPAIRED. IT'S THE
MOST WONDERFUL THING I SAW ON THE WHOLE TRIP. THEY MAKE COMPLETE SUITS OF IT 
OF COURSE THEY
AREN'T VERY COMFORTABLE, BUT SINCE THEY ARE ONLY A TENTH OF AN INCH THICK THEY 
CAN BE WORN."
"AND A TENTH OF AN INCH OF THAT STUFF WILL STOP A STEEL NOSED MACHINE-GUN 
BULLET?"
"STOP IT! A TENTH OF AN INCH OF ARENAK IS HARDER TO PIERCE THAN FIFTY INCHES OF 
OUR HARDEST,
TOUGHEST ARMOR STEEL. A SIX-TEEN-INCH ARMOR-PIERCING PROJECTILE COULDN'T GET 
THROUGH IT. IT'S HARD TO
BELIEVE, BUT NEVERTHELESS IT'S A FACT. THE ONLY WAY TO KILL SEATON WITH A GUN 
WOULD BE TO USE ONE
HEAVY ENOUGH SO THAT THE SHOCK OF THE IMPACT WOULD KILL HIM—AND IT WOULDN'T 
SURPRISE ME A BIT IF
HE HAD HIS ARMOR ANCHORED WITH AN ATTRACTOR AGAINST THAT VERY CONTINGENCY. 
EVEN IF HE HASN'T, YOU
CAN IMAGINE THE CHANCE OF GETTING ACTION AGAINST HIM WITH A GUN OF THAT SIZE."
"YES, I'VE HEARD THAT HE IS FAST"
"THAT DOESN'T TELL HALF OF IT YOU KNOW THAT I'M HANDY WITH A GUN MYSELF?"
"YOU'RE FASTER THAN I AM, AND THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING. YOU'RE CHAIN 
LIGHTNING."
"WELL, SEATON IS AT LEAST THAT MUCH FASTER THAN I AM. YOU'VE NEVER SEEN HIM 
WORK—I
HAVE. ON THAT OSNOMIAN DOCK HE SHOT ONCE BEFORE I STARTED, AND SHOT FOUR 
TIMES TO MY THREE FROM
THEN ON. I MUST HAVE BEEN SHOOTING A FULL SECOND AFTER HE HAD HIS SIDE ALL 
CLEANED UP. TO MAKE IT
WORSE I MISSED ONCE WITH MY LEFT HAND—HE DIDN'T. THERE'S ABSOLUTELY NO USE 
TACKLING RICHARD
SEATON WITHOUT SOMETHING AT LEAST AS GOOD AS FULL OSNOMIAN EQUIPMENT; BUT, 
AS YOU KNOW,
BROOKINGS ALWAYS HAS BEEN AND ALWAYS WILL BE A COMPLETE DAMNED FOOL. HE 
WON'T BELIEVE
ANYTHING NEW UNTIL AFTER HE HAS ACTUALLY BEEN SHOWN. WELL, I IMAGINE HE WILL 
BE SHOWN PLENTY BY
THIS EVENING."
"WELL, I'LL NEVER TACKLE SEATON WITH A ROD. HOW DOES HE GET THAT WAY?"
"HE'S NATURALLY FAST, AND HAS PRACTICED SLEIGHT-OF-HAND WORK EVER SINCE HE 
WAS A KID. HE'S
ONE OF THE BEST AMATEUR MAGICIANS IN THE COUNTRY, AND I WILL SAY THAT HIS 
ABILITY ALONG THAT LINE HAS
COME IN HANDY FOR HIM MORE THAN ONCE."
"I SEE WHERE YOU'RE RIGHT IN WANTING TO GET SOMETHING, SINCE WE HAVE ONLY 
ORDINARY
WEAPONS AND THEY HAVE ALL THAT STUFF. THIS TRIP IS TO GET A LITTLE SOMETHING 
FOR OURSELVES, I TAKE IT?"
"EXACTLY, AND YOU KNOW ENOUGH NOW TO UNDERSTAND WHAT WE ARE AFTER. YOU 
HAVE GUESSED
THAT WE ARE HEADED FOR OSNOME?"
"I SUSPECTED IT. HOWEVER, IF YOU WERE GOING ONLY TO OSNOME YOU WOULD HAVE 
GONE ALONE;
SO I ALSO SUSPECT THAT THAT'S ONLY HALF OF IT. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT IS, BUT 
YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING ELSE
ON YOUR MIND."
"YOU'RE RIGHT—I KNEW YOU WERE KEEN. WHEN I WAS ON OSNOME I FOUND OUT 
SOMETHING
THAT ONLY FOUR OTHER MEN—ALL DEAD—EVER KNEW. THERE IS A RACE OF MEN FAR 
AHEAD OF THE
OSNOMIANS IN SCIENCE, PARTICULARLY IN WARFARE. THEY LIVE A LONG WAY BEYOND 
OSNOME. IT IS MY
PLAN TO STEAL AN OSNOMIAN AIRSHIP AND MOUNT ALL ITS SCREENS, GENERATORS, GUNS, 
AND EVERYTHING
ELSE, UPON THIS SHIP, OR ELSE CONVERT THEIR VESSEL INTO A SPACE-SHIP. INSTEAD OF 
USING THEIR ORDINARY
POWER, HOWEVER, WE WILL DO AS SEATON DID, AND USE ATOMIC POWER, WHICH IS 
PRACTICALLY INFINITE.
THEN WE'LL HAVE EVERYTHING SEATON'S GOT, BUT THAT ISN'T ENOUGH. I WANT ENOUGH 
MORE THAN HE'S GOT
TO WIPE HIM OUT. THEREFORE, AFTER WE GET A SHIP ARMED TO SUIT US, WE'LL VISIT 
THIS STRANGE PLANET AND
EITHER COME TO TERMS WITH THEM OR ELSE STEAL A SHIP FROM THEM. THEN WE'LL 
HAVE THEIR STUFF AND
THAT OF THE OSNOMIANS, AS WELL AS OUR OWN. SEATON WON'T LAST LONG AFTER 
THAT."
"DO YOU MIND IF I ASK HOW YOU GOT THAT DOPE?" "NOT AT ALL. EXCEPT WHEN RIGHT 
WITH
SEATON I COULD DO PRETTY MUCH AS I PLEASED, AND I USED TO TAKE LONG WALKS FOR 
EXERCISE. THE
OSNOMIANS TIRED VERY EASILY, BEING SO WEAK, AND BECAUSE OF THE LIGHT GRAVITY 
OF THE PLANET I HAD
TO DO A LOT OF WORK OR WALKING TO KEEP IN ANY KIND OF CONDITION AT ALL. I 
LEARNED KONDALIAN
QUICKLY, AND GOT SO FRIENDLY WITH THE GUARDS THAT PRETTY QUICK THEY QUIT 
TRYING TO KEEP ME IN SIGHT,
BUT WAITED AT THE EDGE OF THE PALACE GROUNDS UNTIL I CAME BACK AND JOINED 
THEM. WELL, ON ONE TRIP
I WAS FIFTEEN MILES OR SO FROM THE CITY WHEN AN AIRSHIP CRASHED DOWN IN A 
WOODS ABOUT HALF A
MILE FROM ME. IT WAS IN AN UNINHABITED DISTRICT AND NOBODY ELSE SAW IT. I WENT 
OVER TO INVESTIGATE,
ON THE CHANCE THAT I COULD FIND OUT SOMETHING USEFUL. IT HAD THE WHOLE FRONT 
END CUT OR BROKEN OFF,
AND THAT MADE ME CURIOUS, BECAUSE NO IMAGINABLE FALL WILL BREAK AN ARENAK 
HULL. I WALKED IN
THROUGH THE HOLE AND SAW THAT IT WAS ONE OF THEIR FIGHTING TENDERS—A 
COMBINATION WARSHIP AND
REPAIR SHOP, WITH ALL OF THE STUFF IN IT THAT I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU ABOUT. THE 
GENERATORS WERE MOSTLY
BURNED OUT AND THE PROPELLING AND LIFTING MOTORS WERE OUT OF COMMISSION. I 
PROWLED AROUND,
GETTING ACQUAINTED WITH IT, AND FOUND A LOT OF USEFUL INSTRUMENTS AND, BEST OF 
ALL, ONE OF DUNARK'S
NEW MECHANICAL EDUCATORS, WITH COMPLETE INSTRUCTIONS FOR ITS USE. ALSO, I 
FOUND THREE BODIES, AND
THOUGHT I'D TRY IT OUT. . ."
"JUST A MINUTE. ONLY THREE BODIES ON A WARSHIP? AND WHAT GOOD COULD A 
MECHANICAL
EDUCATOR DO YOU IF THE MEN WERE ALL DEAD?"
"THREE IS ALL I FOUND THEN, BUT THERE WAS ANOTHER ONE. THREE MEN AND A 
CAPTAIN COMPOSE
AN OSNOMIAN CREW FOR ANY ORDINARY VESSEL. EVERYTHING IS AUTOMATIC, YOU KNOW. 
AS FOR THE MEN
BEING DEAD, THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE—YOU CAN READ THEIR BRAINS JUST 
THE SAME, IF THEY
HAVEN'T BEEN DEAD TOO LONG. HOWEVER, WHEN I TRIED TO READ THEIRS, I FOUND 
ONLY BLANKS—THEIR
BRAINS HAD BEEN DESTROYED SO THAT NOBODY COULD READ THEM. THAT DID LOOK 
FUNNY, SO I RANSACKED
THE SHIP FROM TRUCK TO KEELSON, AND FINALLY FOUND ANOTHER BODY, WEARING AN 
AIR-HELMET, IN A SORT
OF CLOSET OFF THE CONTROL ROOM. I PUT THE EDUCATOR ON IT. . ."
"THIS IS GETTING GOOD. IT SOUNDS LIKE A PAGE OUT OF THE OLD 'ARABIAN NIGHTS' 
THAT I USED TO
READ WHEN I WAS A BOY. YOU KNOW, IT REALLY ISN'T SURPRISING THAT BROOKINGS 
DIDN'T BELIEVE A LOT OF
THIS STUFF."
"AS I'VE SAID, A LOT OF IT IS HARD TO TAKE; BUT I'M GOING TO SHOW IT TO YOU—ALL 
THAT, AND A LOT
MORE."
"OH, I BELIEVE IT, ALL RIGHT. AFTER RIDING IN THIS BOAT AND LOOKING OUT OF THE 
WINDOWS I'LL
BELIEVE ANYTHING. READING A DEAD MAN'S BRAIN IS STEEP, THOUGH."
"III LET YOU DO IT AFTER WE GET THERE. I DON'T UNDERSTAND EXACTLY HOW IT WORKS, 
MYSELF, BUT I
KNOW HOW TO OPERATE ONE. WELL, I FOUND OUT THAT THIS MAN'S BRAIN WAS IN GOOD 
SHAPE, AND I GOT A
SHOCK WHEN I READ IT. HERE'S WHAT HE HAD BEEN THROUGH. THEY HAD BEEN FLYING 
VERY HIGH ON THEIR
WAY TO THE FRONT WHEN THEIR SHIP WAS SEIZED BY AN INVISIBLE FORCE AND THROWN 
OR PULLED UPWARD.
HE MUST HAVE THOUGHT FASTER THAN THE OTHERS, BECAUSE HE PUT ON AN AIR-
HELMET AND DIVED INTO THIS
LOCKER WHERE HE HID UNDER A PILE OF GEAR, FIXING THINGS SO THAT HE COULD SEE 
OUT THROUGH THE
TRANSPARENT ARENAK OF THE WALL. NO SOONER WAS HE HIDDEN THAN THE FRONT END 
OF THE SHIP WENT UP IN
A BLAZE OF LIGHT, IN SPITE OF THEIR RAY SCREENS GOING FULL BLAST. THEY WERE UP SO 
HIGH BY THAT TIME
THAT WHEN THE BOW WAS BURNED OFF THE OTHER THREE FAINTED FROM LACK OF AIR. 
THEN THEIR GENERATORS
WENT OUT, AND PRETTY SOON TWO PECULIAR-LOOKING STRANGERS ENTERED. THEY WERE 
WEARING VACUUM
SUITS AND WERE VERY SHORT AND STOCKY, GIVING THE IMPRESSION OF ENORMOUS 
STRENGTH. THEY BROUGHT
AN EDUCATOR OF THEIR OWN WITH THEM AND READ THE BRAINS OF THE THREE MEN. 
THEY THEN DROPPED THE
SHIP A FEW THOUSAND FEET AND REVIVED THE THREE WITH A DRINK OF SOMETHING OUT 
OF A FLASK."
"POTENT, EH? FIND OUT WHAT IT WAS? THE STUFF WE'VE BEEN GETTING LATELY WOULD 
MAKE A MAN
MORE UNCONSCIOUS THAN EVER."
"SOME POWERFUL DRUG, PROBABLY, BUT THE OSNOMIAN DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT 
IT. AFTER
THE MEN REVIVED, THE STRANGERS, APPARENTLY FROM SHEER CRUELTY AND LOVE OF 
TORTURING THEIR VICTIMS,
INFORMED THEM IN THE OSNOMIAN LANGUAGE THAT THEY WERE FROM ANOTHER WORLD, 
NEAR THE EDGE OF
THE GALAXY. THEY EVEN TOLD THEM, KNOWING THAT THE OSNOMIANS KNEW NOTHING OF 
ASTRONOMY,
EXACTLY WHERE THEY WERE FROM. THEN THEY WENT ON TO SAY THAT THEY WANTED THE 
ENTIRE GREEN SYSTEM
FOR THEMSELVES, AND THAT IN SOMETHING LIKE TWO YEARS OF OUR TIME THEY WERE 
GOING TO WIPE OUT ALL
THE PRESENT INHABITANTS OF THE SYSTEM AND TAKE IT OVER, AS A BASE FOR FURTHER 
OPERATIONS. AFTER THAT
THEY AMUSED THEMSELVES BY DESCRIBING EXACTLY THE KINDS OF DEATH AND 
DESTRUCTION THEY WERE
GOING TO USE. THEY DESCRIBED MOST OF IT IN GREAT DETAIL. IT'S TOO INVOLVED TO 
TELL YOU ABOUT NOW, BUT
THEY'VE GOT RAYS, FORCE-WEAPONS, GENERATORS, AND SCREENS THAT EVEN THE 
OSNOMIANS NEVER HEARD OF.
AND OF COURSE THEY'VE GOT ATOMIC ENERGY, THE SAME AS WE HAVE. AFTER TELLING 
THEM ALL THIS AND
WATCHING THEM SUFFER THEY PUT A MACHINE UP TO THEN" HEADS AND THEY DROPPED 
DEAD. THAT'S
PROBABLY WHAT DISINTEGRATED THEIR BRAINS. THEN THEY LOOKED THE SHIP OVER 
RATHER CASUALLY, AS
THOUGH THEY DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING THEY WERE INTERESTED IN; CRIPPLED THE MOTORS; 
AND WENT AWAY. THE
VESSEL WAS THEN RELEASED, AND CRASHED. THIS MAN, OF COURSE, WAS KILLED BY THE 
FALL. I BURIED THE
MEN—I DIDN'T WANT ANYBODY ELSE READING THAT BRAIN—HID SOME OF THE STUFF I 
WANTED MOST, AND
CAMOUFLAGED THE SHIP SO THAT I'M FAIRLY SURE THAT IT'S THERE YET. I DECIDED 
THEN TO MAKE THIS TRIP."
"I SEE." LORING'S MIND WAS GRAPPLING WITH THESE NEW AND STRANGE FACTS. "THAT 
NEWS IS
STAGGERING, DOCTOR. THINK OF ILL EVERYBODY THINKS OUR OWN WORLD IS 
EVERYTHING THERE IS!"
"OUR WORLD IS SIMPLY A GRAIN OF DUST IN THE UNIVERSE. MOST PEOPLE KNOW IT, 
ACADEMICALLY,
BUT VERY FEW EVER GIVE THE FACT ANY ACTUAL CONSIDERATION. BUT NOW THAT YOU'VE 
HAD A LITTLE TIME TO
GET USED TO THE IDEA OF THERE BEING OTHER WORLDS, AND SOME OF THEM AS FAR 
AHEAD OF US IN SCIENCE
AS WE ARE AHEAD OF THE MONKEYS, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF IT?"
"I AGREE WITH YOU THAT WE'VE GOT TO GET THEIR STUFF. HOWEVER, IT OCCURS TO ME 
AS A
POSSIBILITY THAT THEY MAY HAVE SO MUCH STUFF THAT WE WON'T BE ABLE TO MAKE THE 
APPROACH.
HOWEVER, IF THE OSNOMIAN FITTINGS WE'RE GOING TO GET ARE AS GOOD AS YOU SAY 
THEY ARE, I THINK THAT
TWO SUCH MEN AS YOU AND I CAN GET AT LEAST A LUNCH WHILE ANY OTHER CREW, NO 
MATTER WHO THEY ARE,
ARE GETTING A SQUARE MEAL."
"I LIKE YOUR STYLE, LORING. YOU AND I WILL HAVE THE WORLD EATING OUT OF OUR 
HANDS SHORTLY
AFTER WE GET BACK. AS FAR AS ACTUAL PROCEDURE OVER THERE IS CONCERNED, OF 
COURSE I HAVEN'T MADE
ANY DEFINITE PLANS. WE'LL HAVE TO SIZE UP THE SITUATION AFTER WE GET THERE 
BEFORE WE CAN KNOW
EXACTLY WHAT WE'LL HAVE TO DO. HOWEVER, WE ARE NOT COMING BACK EMPTY-
HANDED."
"YOU SAID SOMETHING, CHIEF!" AND THE TWO MEN, SO STARTLINGLY UNLIKE 
PHYSICALLY BUT SO
ALIKE INWARDLY, SHOOK HANDS IN TOKEN OF THEIR MUTUAL DEDICATION TO A SINGLE 
PURPOSE.
LORING WAS THEN INSTRUCTED IN THE SIMPLE NAVIGATION OF THE SHIP OF SPACE, AND 
THEREAFTER
THE TWO MEN TOOK THEIR REGULAR SHIFTS AT THE CONTROLS. IN DUE TIME THEY 
APPROACHED OSNOME, AND
DUQUESNE STUDIED THE PLANET CAREFULLY THROUGH A TELESCOPE BEFORE HE 
VENTURED DOWN INTO THE
ATMOSPHERE.
"THIS HALF OF IT USED TO BE MARDONALE. I SUPPOSE IT'S ALL KONDAL NOW. NO, 
THERE'S A WAR ON
DOWN THERE YET—AT LEAST, THERE'S A DISTURBANCE OF SOME KIND, AND ON THIS 
PLANET THAT MEANS A
WAR."
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR, EXACTLY?" ASKED LORING, WHO WAS ALSO EXAMINING 
THE TERRAIN
WITH A TELESCOPE.
"THEY'VE GOT SOME SPHERICAL SPACE-SHIPS, LIKE SEATON'S. I KNOW THEY HAD ONE, 
AND THEY'VE
PROBABLY BUILT MORE OF THEM SINCE THAT TIME. THEIR AIRSHIPS CAN'T TOUCH US, BUT 
THOSE BALL-SHAPED
FIGHTERS WOULD BE PURE POISON FOR US, THE WAY WE ARE FIXED NOW. CAN YOU SEE 
ANY OF THEM?"
"NOT YET. TOO FAR AWAY TO MAKE OUT DETAILS. THEY'RE CERTAINLY HAVING A HOT 
TIME DOWN
THERE, THOUGH, IN THAT ONE SPOT."
THEY DROPPED LOWER, TOWARD THE STRONGHOLD WHICH WAS BEING SO STUBBORNLY 
DEFENDED BY
THE INHABITANTS OF THE THIRD PLANET OF THE FOURTEENTH SUN, AND SO SAVAGELY 
ATTACKED BY THE
KONDALIAN FORCES.
"THERE, WE CAN SEE WHAT THEY'RE DOING NOW," AND DUQUESNE ANCHORED THE 
VESSEL WITH AN
ATTRACTOR. "I WANT TO SEE IF THEY'VE GOT MANY OF THOSE SPACE-SHIPS IN ACTION, 
AND YOU WILL WANT TO
SEE WHAT WAR IS LIKE WHEN IT IS FOUGHT BY PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN MAKING WAR 
STEADILY FOR TEN
THOUSAND YEARS."
POISED AT THE LIMIT OF CLEAR VISIBILITY THE TWO MEN STUDIED THE INCESSANT 
BATTLE BEING WAGED
BENEATH THEM. THEY SAW NOT ONE, BUT FULLY A THOUSAND OF THE GLOBULAR CRAFT, 
HIGH IN THE AIR AND
GROUPED IN A GREAT CIRCLE AROUND AN IMMENSE FORTIFICATION UPON THE GROUND 
BELOW. THEY SAW NO
AIRSHIPS IN THE LINE OF BATTLE, BUT NOTICED THAT MANY SUCH VESSELS WERE FLYING 
TO AND FROM THE
FRONT, APPARENTLY CARRYING SUPPLIES. THE FORTRESS WAS AN IMMENSE DOME OF 
SOME GLASSY,
TRANSPARENT MATERIAL, PARTIALLY COVERED WITH SLAG, THROUGH WHICH THEY SAW 
THAT THE CENTRAL SPACE
WAS OCCUPIED BY ORDERLY GROUPS OF BARRACKS, AND THAT AROUND THE 
CIRCUMFERENCE WERE ARRANGED
GIGANTIC GENERATORS, PROJECTORS, AND OTHER MACHINERY AT WHOSE PURPOSES THEY 
COULD NOT EVEN
GUESS. FROM THE BASE OF THE DOME, A TWENTY-MILE-WIDE APRON OF THE SAME GLASSY 
SUBSTANCE SPREAD
OVER THE GROUND, AND ABOVE THIS APRON AND AROUND THE DOME WERE THROWN THE 
MIGHTY DEFENSIVE
SCREENS, VISIBLE NOW AND THEN IN SCINTILLATING VIOLET SPLENDOR AS ONE OF THE 
COPPER-DRIVEN
KONDALIAN PROJECTORS SOUGHT IN VAIN FOR AN OPENING. BUT THE EARTH-MEN SAW 
WITH SURPRISE THAT THE
MAIN ATTACK WAS NOT BEING DIRECTED AT THE DOME; THAT ONLY AN OCCASIONAL BEAM 
WAS THROWN
AGAINST IT IN ORDER TO MAKE THE DEFENDERS KEEP THEIR SCREENS UP CONTINUOUSLY. 
THE EDGE OF THE
APRON WAS BEARING THE BRUNT OF THAT VICIOUS AND NEVER-CEASING ATTACK, AND 
MOST CONCERNED THE
DESPERATE DEFENSE.
FOR MILES BEYOND THE EDGE, AND AS DEEP UNDER IT AS FRIGHTFUL BEAMS AND 
ENORMOUS CHARGES
OF EXPLOSIVE COPPER COULD PENETRATE, THE GROUND WAS ONE SEETHING, FLAMING 
VOLCANO OF MOLTEN
LAVA; LAVA CONSTANTLY BEING VOLATILIZED BY THE UNIMAGINABLE HEAT OF THOSE 
FORCES AND BEING HURLED
FOR MILES IN ALL DIRECTIONS BY THE INCONCEIVABLE POWER OF THOSE EXPLOSIVE 
COPPER PROJECTILES—THE
HEAVIEST PROJECTILES THAT COULD BE USED WITHOUT ENDANGERING THE PLANET 
ITSELF—BEING DIRECTED
UNDER THE EXPOSED EDGE OF THAT UNBREAKABLE APRON, WHICH WAS IN ACTUALITY 
ANCHORED TO THE SOLID
CORE OF THE PLANET ITSELF; LAVA FLOWING INTO AND FILLING UP THE VAST CRATERS 
CAUSED BY THE
EXPLOSIONS. THE ATTACK SEEMED FIERCEST AT CERTAIN POINTS, PERHAPS A QUARTER OF 
A MILE APART AROUND
THE CIRCLE, AND AFTER A TIME THE WATCHERS PERCEIVED THAT AT THOSE POINTS, 
UNDER THE EDGE OF THE
APRON, IN THAT INDESCRIBABLE INFERNO OF BOILING LAVA, DESTRUCTIVE RAYS, AND 
DISINTEGRATING COPPER
THERE WERE ENEMY MACHINES AT WORK. THESE MACHINES WERE STRENGTHENING THE 
PROTECTING APRON
AND EXTENDING IT, VERY SLOWLY, BUT EVER WIDER AND EVER DEEPER AS THE GROUND 
UNDER IT AND BEFORE IT
WAS VOLATILIZED OR HURLED AWAY BY THE AWFUL FORCES OF THE KONDALIAN ATTACK. 
SO MUCH DESTRUCTION
HAD ALREADY BEEN WROUGHT THAT THE EDGE OF THE APRON AND ITS MOLTEN MOAT 
WERE ALREADY FULLY A
MILE BELOW THE NORMAL LEVEL OF THAT CRATERED, TORN, AND TORTURED PLAIN.
NOW AND THEN ONE OF THE MECHANICAL MOLES WOULD CEASE ITS LABORS, OVERCOME 
BY, THE
CONCENTRATED FURY OF DESTRUCTION CENTERED UPON IT. ITS SHATTERED REMNANTS 
WOULD BE WITHDRAWN
AND SHORTLY, REPAIRED OR REPLACED, IT WOULD BE BACK AT WORK. BUT IT WAS NOT THE 
DEFENDERS WHO HAD
SUFFERED MOST HEAVILY. THE FORTRESS WAS LITERALLY RINGED ABOUT WITH THE 
SHATTERED REMNANTS OF
AIRSHIPS, AND THE RIDDLED HULLS OF HUNDREDS OF THOSE MIGHTY GLOBULAR 
CRUISERS OF THE VOID BORE
MUTE TESTIMONY TO THE DEADLINESS AND EFFICIENCY OF THE WARFARE OF THE 
INVADERS.
EVEN AS THEY WATCHED, ONE OF THE SPHERES, UNABLE FOR SOME REASON TO MAINTAIN 
ITS SCREENS
OR OVERCOME BY THE AWFUL FORCES PLAYING UPON IT, FLARED FROM WHITE INTO AND 
THROUGH THE VIOLET
AND WAS HURLED UPWARD AS THOUGH SHOT FROM THE MOUTH OF SOME 
BROBDINGNAGIAN HOWITZER. A
DOOR OPENED, AND FROM ITS FLAMING INTERIOR FOUR FIGURES LEAPED OUT INTO THE 
AIR, FOLLOWED BY A PUFF
OF ORANGE-COLORED SMOKE. AT THE FIRST SIGN OF TROUBLE THE SHIP NEXT TO IT IN 
LINE LEAPED IN FRONT OF IT
AND THE FOUR FIGURES FLOATED GENTLY TO THE GROUND, SUPPORTED BY FRIENDLY 
ATTRACTORS AND PROTECTED
FROM ENEMY WEAPONS BY THE BULK AND BY THE SCREENS OF THE RESCUING VESSEL. 
TWO GREAT AIRSHIPS
SOARED UPWARD FROM BACK OF THE LINES AND HAULED THE DISABLED VESSEL TO THE 
GROUND BY MEANS OF
THEIR POWERFUL ATTRACTORS. THE TWO OBSERVERS SAW WITH AMAZEMENT THAT AFTER 
BRIEF ATTENTION FROM
AN ANT-LIKE GROUND-CREW THE ORIGINAL FOUR MEN CLIMBED BACK INTO THEIR 
WARSHIP AND SHE AGAIN SHOT
INTO THE FRAY, APPARENTLY AS GOOD AS EVER.
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT!" EXCLAIMED DUQUESNE.
"THAT GIVES ME AN IDEA, LORING. THEY MUST GET TO THEM THAT WAY FAIRLY OFTEN, 
TO JUDGE BY
THE TEAMWORK THEY USE WHEN IT DOES HAPPEN. HOW ABOUT WAITING UNTIL THEY 
DISABLE ANOTHER ONE
LIKE THAT, AND THEN GRABBING IT WHILE IT IS IN THE AIR, DESERTED AND UNABLE TO 
FIGHT BACK? ONE OF
THOSE SHIPS IS WORTH A THOUSAND OF THIS ONE, EVEN IF WE HAD EVERYTHING KNOWN 
TO THE OSNOMIANS
MOUNTED ON IT."
"THAT'S A REAL IDEA—THOSE BOATS CERTAINLY ARE BRUTES FOR PUNISHMENT," 
AGREED LORING, AND
AS BOTH MEN AGAIN SETTLED DOWN TO WATCH THE BATTLE HE WENT ON: "SO THIS IS 
WAR OUT THIS WAY?
YOU'RE RIGHT. SEATON, WITH HALF THIS STUFF, COULD WHIP THE COMBINED ARMIES 
AND NAVIES OF THE
WORLD. I DON'T BLAME BROOKINGS MUCH, THOUGH, AT THAT—NOBODY COULD BELIEVE 
HALF OF THIS UNLESS
THEY COULD ACTUALLY SEE IT."
"I CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT," DUQUESNE FROWNED AS HE CONSIDERED THE SITUATION. 
"THE ATTACKERS
ARE KONDALIANS, ALL RIGHT —THOSE SHIPS ARE DEVELOPMENTS OF THE SKYLARK—BUT 
I DON'T GET THAT FORT
AT ALL. WONDER IF IT CAN BE THE STRANGERS ALREADY? DON'T THINK SO—THEY AREN'T 
DUE FOR A COUPLE OF
YEARS YET, AND I DON'T THINK THE KONDALIANS COULD STAND AGAINST THEM A MINUTE. 
IT MUST BE WHAT IS
LEFT OF MARDONALE, ALTHOUGH I NEVER HEARD OF ANYTHING LIKE THAT. PROBABLY IT 
IS SOME NEW
INVENTION THEY DUG UP AT THE LAST MINUTE. THAT'S IT, I GUESS," AND HIS BLOW 
CLEARED. "IT COULDN'T BE
ANYTHING ELSE."
THEY WAITED LONG FOR THE INCIDENT TO BE REPEATED, AND FINALLY THEIR PATIENCE 
WAS REWARDED.
WHEN THE NEXT VESSEL WAS DISABLED AND HURLED UPWARD BY THE CONCENTRATION 
OF ENEMY FORCES
DUQUESNE DARTED DOWN, SEIZED IT WITH HIS MOST POWERFUL ATTRACTOR, AND 
WHISKED IT AWAY INTO
SPACE AT SUCH A VELOCITY THAT TO THE EYES OF THE KONDALIANS IT SIMPLY 
DISAPPEARED. HE TOOK THE
DISABLED WARSHIP FAR OUT INTO SPACE AND ALLOWED IT TO COOL OFF FOR A LONG TIME 
BEFORE DECIDING THAT
IT WAS SAFE TO BOARD IT THROUGH THE TRANSPARENT WALLS THEY COULD SEE NO SIGN 
OF LIFE, AND
DUQUESNE DONNED A SPACE SUIT AND STEPPED INTO THE AIRLOCK. AS LORING HELD 
THE STEEL VESSEL CLOSE
TO THE STRANGER, DUQUESNE LEAPED LIGHTLY THROUGH THE OPEN DOOR INTO THE 
ULTERIOR. SHUTTING THE
DOOR, HE OPENED AN AUXILIARY AIR-TANK, ADJUSTING THE GAUGE TO ONE ATMOSPHERE 
AS HE DID SO. THE
PRESSURE NORMAL, HE DIVESTED HIMSELF OF THE SUIT AND MADE A THOROUGH 
EXAMINATION OF THE VESSEL.
HE THEN SIGNALED LORING TO FOLLOW HIM, AND SOON BOTH SHIPS WERE OVER KONDAL, 
SO HIGH AS TO BE
INVISIBLE FROM THE GROUND. PLUNGING THE VESSEL LIKE A BULLET TOWARD THE GROVE 
IN WHICH HE HAD LEFT
THE KONDALIAN AIRSHIP, HE SLOWED ABRUPTLY JUST IN TIME TO MAKE A SAFE LANDING. 
AS HE STEPPED OUT
UPON OSNOMIAN SOIL LORING LANDED THE EARTHLY SHIP HARDLY LESS SKILLFULLY.
"THIS SAVES US A LOT OF TROUBLE, LORING. THIS IS UNDOUBTEDLY ONE OF THE FINEST 
SPACE-SHIPS
OF THE UNIVERSE, AND JUST ABOUT READY FOR ANYTHING."
"HOW DID THEY GET TO IT?"
"ONE OF THE SCREEN GENERATORS APPARENTLY WEAKENED A TRIFLE, PROBABLY FROM 
WEEKS OF
CONTINUOUS USE. THAT LET SOME OF THE STUFF COME THROUGH, EVERYTHING GOT HOT, 
AND THE CREW HAD TO
JUMP OR ROAST NOTHING IS HURT, THOUGH, AS THE SHIP WAS THROWN UP AND OUT OF 
RANGE BEFORE THE
ARENAK MELTED AT ALL. THE COPPER REPELLORS ARE GONE, OF COURSE, AND MOST OF 
THE BARS THAT WERE IN
USE ARE MELTED DOWN, BUT THERE IS ENOUGH OF THE MAIN BAR LEFT TO DRIVE THE 
SHIP AND WE CAN REPLACE
THE MELTED STUFF EASILY ENOUGH. NOTHING ELSE WAS HURT, AS THERE'S ABSOLUTELY 
NOTHING IN THE
STRUCTURE OF THESE VESSELS THAT CAN BE BURNED. EVEN THE INSULATION IN THE 
COILS AND GENERATORS HAS A
MELTING-POINT HIGHER THAN THAT OF PORCELAIN. AND NOT ALL THE COPPER WAS 
MELTED, EITHER. SOME OF
THESE STOREROOMS ARE LINED WITH TWO FEET OF INSULATION AND ARE PILED FULL OF 
BARS AND EXPLOSIVE
AMMUNITION."
"WHAT WAS THE SMOKE WE SAW, THEN?"
"THAT WAS THEIR FOOD-SUPPLY. IT'S COOKED TO AN ASH, AND THEIR WATER WAS ALL 
BOILED AWAY
THROUGH THE SAFETY-VALVES. THOSE MACHINES CERTAINLY CAN PUT OUT A LOT OF 
HEAT IN A SECOND OR TWO!"
"CAN THE TWO OF US PUT ON THOSE COPPER REPELLOR-BANDS? THIS SHIP MUST BE 
SEVENTY-FIVE
FEET IN DIAMETER."
"YES, IT'S A LOT BIGGER THAN THE SKYLARK WAS. IT'S ONE OF THEIR LATEST MODELS, OR 
IT WOULDN'T
HAVE BEEN ON THE FRONT LINE. AS TO BANDING ON THE REPELLORS—THAT'S EASY. THAT 
AIRSHIP IS HALF FULL
OF METAL-WORKING MACHINERY THAT CAN DO EVERYTHING BUT TALK. I KNOW HOW TO 
USE MOST OF IT, FROM
SEEING IT IN USE, AND WE CAN FIGURE OUT THE REST."
IN THAT UNFREQUENTED SPOT THERE WAS LITTLE DANGER OF DETECTION FROM THE AIR, 
AND NONE
WHATEVER OF DETECTION FROM THE GROUND—OF GROUND-TRAVEL UPON OSNOME 
THERE IS PRACTICALLY NONE.
NEVERTHELESS, THE TWO MEN CAMOUFLAGED THE VESSELS SO THAT THEY WERE VISIBLE 
ONLY TO KEEN AND
DIRECT SCRUTINY, AND DROVE THEIR TASK THROUGH TO COMPLETION IN THE SHORTEST 
POSSIBLE TIME. THE
COPPER REPELLORS WERE BANDED ON, AND MUCH ADDITIONAL MACHINERY WAS 
INSTALLED IN THE ALREADY
WELL-EQUIPPED SHOP. THIS DONE, THEY TRANSFERRED TO THEIR WARSHIP FOOD, WATER, 
BEDDING,
INSTRUMENTS, AND EVERYTHING ELSE THEY NEEDED OR WANTED FROM THEIR OWN SHIP 
AND FROM THE
DISABLED KONDALIAN AIRSHIP. THEY MADE A LAST TOUR OF INSPECTION TO BE SURE 
THEY HAD OVERLOOKED
NOTHING USEFUL, THEN EMBARKED.
"THINK ANYBODY WILL FIND THOSE SHIPS? THEY COULD GET A GOOD LINE ON WHAT 
WE'VE DONE."
"PROBABLY, EVENTUALLY, SO WE'D BETTER DESTROY THEM. WE'D BETTER TAKE A SHORT 
HOP FIRST,
THOUGH, TO TEST EVERYTHING OUT. SINCE YOU'RE NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE CONTROLS 
OF A SHIP OF THIS TYPE,
YOU NEED PRACTICE. SHOOT US UP AROUND THAT MOON OVER THERE AND BRING US BACK 
TO THIS SPOT."
"SHE'S A SWEET-HANDLING BOAT—EASY LIKE A BICYCLE," DECLARED LORING AS HE 
BROUGHT THE
VESSEL LIGHTLY TO A LANDING UPON THEIR RETURN. "WE CAN BURN THE OLD ONE UP 
NOW. WE'LL NEVER NEED
HER AGAIN, ANY MORE THAN A SNAKE NEEDS HIS LAST YEAR'S SKIN."
"SHE'S GOOD, ALL RIGHT. THOSE TWO HULKS MUST BE PUT OUT OF EXISTENCE, BUT WE 
SHOULDN'T DO
IT HERE. THE BEAMS WOULD SET THE WOODS AFIRE, AND THE METAL WOULD CONDENSE 
ALL AROUND. WE DON'T
WANT TO LEAVE ANY TRACKS, SO WE'D BETTER PULL THEM OUT INTO SPACE TO DESTROY 
THEM. WE COULD TURN
THEM LOOSE, BUT AS YOU'VE NEVER WORKED A RAY-GUN IT'LL BE GOOD PRACTICE FOR 
YOU. ALSO, I WANT YOU
TO SEE FOR YOURSELF JUST WHAT OUR BEST ARMOR-PLATE AMOUNTS TO COMPARED WITH 
ARENAK."
WHEN THEY HAD TOWED THE TWO VESSELS FAR OUT INTO SPACE LORING PUT INTO 
PRACTICE THE
INSTRUCTION HE HAD RECEIVED FROM DUQUESNE CONCERNING THE COMPLEX 
ARMAMENT OF THEIR VESSEL.
HE SWUNG THE BEAM-PROJECTOR UPON THE KONDALIAN AIRSHIP; PRESSED THREE 
BUTTONS. IN LITTLE MORE
THAN A SECOND THE ENTIRE HULL BECAME BLINDING WHITE, BUT IT WAS SEVERAL MORE 
SECONDS BEFORE THE
EXTREMELY REFRACTORY MATERIAL BEGAN TO VOLATILIZE. THOUGH THE METAL WAS 
LESS THAN AN INCH THICK, IT
RETAINED ITS SHAPE AND STRENGTH STUBBORNLY, AND ONLY SLOWLY DID IT DISAPPEAR 
IN FLAMING, FLARING
GUSTS OF INCANDESCENT GAS.
"THERE, YOU'VE SEEN WHAT AN INCH OF ARENAK IS LIKE," SAID DUQUESNE WHEN THE 
DESTRUCTION
WAS COMPLETE. "NOW SHINE IT ON THAT SIXTY-INCH CHROME-VANADIUM ARMOR HULL 
OF OUR OLD BUS AND
SEE WHAT HAPPENS."
LORING DID SO. AS THE BEAM TOUCHED IT THE STEEL DISAPPEARED IN ONE FLARE OF 
RADIANCE—AS
HE SWUNG THE PROJECTOR IN ONE FLASHING ARC FROM THE STEM TO THE STERN THERE 
WAS NOTHING LEFT.
LORING, SWINGING THE BEAM, WHISTLED IN AMAZEMENT.
"WOW! WHAT A DIFFERENCE! AND THIS SHIP OF OURS HAS A SKIN OF ARENAK SIX FEET 
THICK!"
"YES. NOW YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I DIDN'T WANT TO ARGUE WITH ANYBODY OUT HERE AS 
LONG AS
WE WERE IN OUR OWN SHIP."
"I UNDERSTAND THAT, ALL RIGHT; BUT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND THE POWER OF THESE 
MACHINES. SUPPOSE
I HAD HAD ALL TWENTY OF THEM ON INSTEAD OF ONLY THREE?"
"IN THAT CASE, I THINK THAT WE COULD HAVE WHIPPED EVEN THE SHORT, THICK 
STRANGERS."
"YOU AND ME BOTH. BUT SAY, EVERY SHIP'S GOT TO HAVE A NAME. THIS NEW ONE OF 
OURS IS SUCH
A SWEET, HARMLESS, INOFFENSIVE LITTLE THING, WE'D BETTER NAME HER THE VIOLET, 
HADN'T WE?"
DUQUESNE STARTED THE VIOLET OFF IN THE DIRECTION OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM 
OCCUPIED BY THE
WARLIKE STRANGERS, BUT HE DID NOT HURRY. HE AND LORING PRACTICED INCESSANTLY 
FOR DAYS AT THE
CONTROLS, DARTING HERE AND THERE, PUTTING ON TERRIFIC ACCELERATION UNTIL THE 
INDICATORS SHOWED A
VELOCITY OF HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF MILES PER SECOND, THEN REVERSING THE 
ACCELERATION UNTIL THE
VELOCITY WAS ZERO, OR EVEN NEGATIVE. THEY STUDIED THE CONTROLS AND ALARM 
SYSTEM UNTIL EACH KNEW
PERFECTLY EVERY INSTRUMENT, EVERY TINY LIGHT, AND THE TONE OF EACH BELL. THEY 
PRACTICED WITH THE
PROJECTORS AND GENERATORS, SINGLY AND IN COMBINATION, WITH THE VISIPLATES, AND 
WITH THE MANY
LEVERS AND DIALS, UNTIL EACH WAS SO FAMILIAR WITH THE COMPLEX INSTALLATION 
THAT HIS HANDLING OF
EVERY CONTROL HAD BECOME AUTOMATIC. NOT UNTIL THEN DID DUQUESNE GIVE THE 
WORD TO START OUT IN
EARNEST TOWARD THEIR GOAL, SUCH AN UNTHINKABLE DISTANCE AWAY.
THEY HAD NOT BEEN UNDER WAY LONG WHEN AN ALARM BELL SOUNDED ITS WARNING AND 
A BRILLIANT
GREEN LIGHT BEGAN FLASHING UPON THE BOARD.
"HM . . . M," DUQUESNE FROWNED AS HE REVERSED THE BAR. "OUTSIDE ATOMIC ENERGY 
DETECTOR.
SOMEBODY'S USING POWER OUT HERE. DIRECTION, ABOUT DEAD AHEAD—STRAIGHT 
DOWN. LET'S SEE IF WE
CAN SEE ANYTHING."
HE SWUNG NUMBER SIX, THE TELESCOPIC VISIPLATE, INTO THE LOWER AREA AND BOTH 
MEN STARED
INTO THE RECEIVER. AFTER A LONG TIME THEY SAW A SUDDEN SHARP FLASH, APPARENTLY 
AN IMMENSE
DISTANCE AHEAD, AND SIMULTANEOUSLY THREE MORE ALARM BELLS RANG AND THREE 
COLORED LIGHTS FLASHED
BRIEFLY.
"SOMEBODY GOT QUITE A JOLT THEN. THREE FORCES IN ACTION AT ONCE FOR THREE OR 
FOUR SECONDS,"
REPORTED DUQUESNE, AS HE APPLIED STILL MORE NEGATIVE ACCELERATION.
"I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT!" HE EXCLAIMED AFTER A TIME, AS THEY 
SAW A SUBDUED
GLOW, WHICH LASTED A MINUTE OR TWO. AS THE WARNING LIGHT WAS FLASHING MORE 
AND MORE SLOWLY
AND WITH DIMINISHING INTENSITY, THE VIOLET WAS ONCE MORE PUT UPON HER COURSE. 
AS SHE PROCEEDED,
HOWEVER, THE WARNINGS OF THE LIBERATION OF ATOMIC ENERGY GREW STRONGER AND 
STRONGER, AND BOTH
MEN SCANNED THEIR PATH INTENSELY FOR A SIGHT OF THE SOURCE OF THE 
DISTURBANCE, WHILE THEIR VELOCITY
WAS CUT TO ONLY A FEW HUNDRED MILES PER HOUR. SUDDENLY THE INDICATOR SWERVED 
AND POINTED
BEHIND THEM, SHOWING THAT THEY HAD PASSED THE OBJECT, WHATEVER IT WAS. 
DUQUESNE APPLIED POWER
AND SNAPPED ON A SEARCHLIGHT.
"IF IT'S SO SMALL THAT WE COULDN'T SEE IT WHEN WE PASSED IT, IT'S NOTHING TO BE 
AFRAID OF. WE'LL
BE ABLE TO FIND IT WITH A LIGHT."
AFTER SOME SEARCH, THEY SAW AN OBJECT FLOATING IN SPACE— A SPACE SUIT!
"SHALL ONE OF US GET IN THE AIRLOCK, OR SHALL WE BRING IT IN WITH AN ATTRACTOR?" 
ASKED LORING.
"AN ATTRACTOR, BY ALL MEANS. TWO OR THREE OF THEM—REPELLORS, TOO—TO 
SPREAD-EAGLE
WHATEVER IT IS. NEVER TAKE ANY CHANCES. IT'S PROBABLY AN OSNOMIAN, BUT YOU 
NEVER CAN TELL. IT MAY
BE ONE OF THOSE OTHER PEOPLE. WE KNOW THEY WERE AROUND HERE A FEW WEEKS 
AGO, AND THEY'RE THE
ONLY ONES I KNOW OF THAT HAVE ATOMIC POWER BESIDES US AND THE OSNOMIANS."
"THAT'S NO OSNOMIAN," HE CONTINUED AS THE STRANGER WAS DRAWN INTO THE 
AIRLOCK. "HE'S BIG
ENOUGH AROUND FOR FOUR OSNOMIANS, AND NOT TALL ENOUGH. WE'LL TAKE NO 
CHANCES AT ALL WITH THAT
FELLOW."
THE CAPTIVE WAS BROUGHT INTO THE CONTROL ROOM, PINIONED HEAD, HAND, AND FOOT 
WITH
ATTRACTORS AND REPELLORS, BEFORE DUQUESNE APPROACHED HIM. HE THEN READ THE 
TEMPERATURE AND
PRESSURE OF THE STRANGER'S AIR-SUPPLY, AND ALLOWED THE SURPLUS AIR TO ESCAPE 
SLOWLY BEFORE
REMOVING THE STRANGER'S SUIT AND REVEALING ONE OF THE FENACHRONE—EYES 
CLOSED, UNCONSCIOUS OR
DEAD.
DUQUESNE LEAPED FOR THE EDUCATOR AND HANDED LORING A HEADSET.
"PUT THIS ON QUICK. HE MAY BE ONLY UNCONSCIOUS, AND WE MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO 
GET A THING
FROM HIM IF HE WERE AWAKE."
LORING DONNED THE HEADSET, STILL STARING AT THE MONSTROUS FORM WITH 
AMAZEMENT, NOT
UNMIXED WITH AWE, WHILE DUQUESNE, PAYING NO ATTENTION TO ANYTHING EXCEPT 
THE KNOWLEDGE HE
WAS SEEKING, MANIPULATED THE CONTROLS OF THE INSTRUMENT. HIS FIRST QUEST WAS 
FOR FULL INFORMATION
CONCERNING WEAPONS AND ARMAMENT. IN THIS HE WAS DISAPPOINTED, AS HE LEARNED 
THAT THE STRANGER
WAS ONE OF THE NAVIGATING ENGINEERS, AND AS SUCH, HAD NO DETAILED KNOWLEDGE 
OF THE MATTERS OF
PRIME IMPORTANCE TO THE INQUISITOR. HE DID HAVE A COMPLETE KNOWLEDGE OF THE 
MARVELOUS
FENACHRONE PROPULSION SYSTEM, HOWEVER, AND THIS DUQUESNE CAREFULLY 
TRANSFERRED TO HIS OWN
BRAIN. HE THEN RAPIDLY EXPLORED OTHER REGIONS OF THAT FEARSOME ORGAN OF 
THOUGHT.
AS THE GIGANTIC AND INHUMAN BRAIN WAS SPREAD BEFORE THEM DUQUESNE AND 
LORING READ
NOT ONLY THE LANGUAGE, CUSTOMS, AND CULTURE OF THE FENACHRONE, BUT ALL THEIR 
PLANS FOR THE FUTURE,
AS WELL AS THE EVENTS OF THE PAST. PLAINLY IN HIS MIND THEY PERCEIVED HOW HE 
HAD BEEN CAST ADRIFT
IN THE EMPTINESS OF THE VOID. THEY SAW THE FENACHRONE CRUISER LYING IN WAIT 
FOR THE TWO GLOBULAR
VESSELS. LOOKING THROUGH AN EXTRAORDINARILY POWERFUL TELESCOPE WITH THE 
EYES OF THEIR PRISONER
THEY SAW THEM APPROACH, ALL UNSUSPECTING. DUQUESNE RECOGNIZED ALL FIVE 
PERSONS IN THE SKYLARK
AND DUNARK AND SITAR IN THE KONDAL, SUCH WAS THAT UNEARTHLY OPTICAL 
INSTRUMENT AND SO CLEAR WAS
THE IMPRESSION UPON THE MIND BEFORE HIM. THEY SAW THE ATTACK AND THE BATTLE. 
THEY SAW THE
SKYLARK THROW OFF HER ZONE OF FORCE AND ATTACK; SAW THIS ONE SURVIVOR 
STANDING DIRECTLY IN LINE
WITH A HUGE PROJECTOR-SPRING, UNDER THOUSANDS OF POUNDS OF TENSION. THEY SAW 
THE SPRING CUT IN
TWO BY THE ZONE. THE SEVERED END, FLYING FREE, STRUCK THE BEING UPON THE SIDE 
OF THE HEAD, AND THE
FORCE OF THE BLOW, ONLY PARTIALLY BLOCKED BY THE HEAVY HELMET, HURLED HIM 
OUT THROUGH THE
YAWNING GAP IN THE WALL AND HUNDREDS OF MILES OUT INTO SPACE.
SUDDENLY THE CLEAR VIEW OF THE BRAIN OF THE FENACHRONE BECAME BLURRED AND 
MEANINGLESS
AND THE FLOW OF KNOWLEDGE CEASED—THE PRISONER HAD REGAINED CONSCIOUSNESS 
AND WAS TRYING WITH
ALL HIS GIGANTIC STRENGTH TO BREAK AWAY FROM THOSE INTANGIBLE BONDS THAT 
HELD HIM. SO POWERFUL
WERE THE FORCES UPON HIM, HOWEVER, THAT ONLY A FEW TWITCHING MUSCLES GAVE 
EVIDENCE THAT HE WAS
STRUGGLING AT ALL. GLANCING ABOUT HIM, HE RECOGNIZED THE ATTRACTORS AND 
REPELLORS BEARING UPON
HIM, CEASED HIS EFFORTS TO ESCAPE, AND HURLED THE FULL POWER OF HIS BALEFUL 
GAZE INTO THE BLACK EYES
SO CLOSE TO HIS OWN. BUT DUQUESNE'S MIND, ALWAYS UNDER PERFECT CONTROL AND 
NOW AMPLY
REENFORCED BY A CONSIDERABLE PORTION OF THE STRANGER'S OWN KNOWLEDGE AND 
POWER, DID NOT WAVER
UNDER THE FORCE OF EVEN THAT HYPNOTIC GLARE.
"IT IS USELESS, AS YOU OBSERVE," HE SAID COLDLY, IN THE STRANGER'S OWN TONGUE, 
AND SNEERED.
"YOU ARE PERFECTLY HELPLESS. UNLIKE YOU OF THE FENACHRONE, HOWEVER, MEN OF 
MY RACE DO NOT
ALWAYS KILL STRANGERS AT SIGHT, MERELY BECAUSE THEY ARE STRANGERS. I WILL SPARE 
YOUR LIFE IF YOU CAN
GIVE ME ANYTHING OF ENOUGH VALUE TO ME TO MAKE THE EXTRA TIME AND TROUBLE 
WORTH WHILE."
"YOU READ MY MIND WHILE I COULD NOT RESIST YOUR CHILDISH EFFORTS. I WILL HAVE 
NO TRAFFIC
WHATEVER WITH YOU WHO HAVE DESTROYED MY VESSEL. IF YOU HAVE MENTALITY 
ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND
ANY PORTION OF MY MIND—WHICH I DOUBT—YOU ALREADY KNOW THE FATE IN STORE 
FOR YOU. DO WITH
ME WHAT YOU WILL."
DUQUESNE PONDERED LONG BEFORE HE REPLIED; CONSIDERING WHETHER OR NOT IT 
WAS TO HIS
ADVANTAGE TO INFORM THIS STRANGER OF THE FACTS OF THE CASE. FINALLY HE 
DECIDED.
"SIR, NEITHER I NOR THIS VESSEL HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE DESTRUCTION OF YOUR 
WARSHIP.
OUR DETECTORS DISCOVERED YOU FLOATING IN EMPTY SPACE; WE STOPPED AND RESCUED 
YOU FROM DEATH.
WE HAVE SEEN NOTHING ELSE SAVE WHAT WE SAW PICTURED IN YOUR OWN BRAIN. I KNOW 
THAT, IN
COMMON WITH ALL OF YOUR RACE, YOU POSSESS NEITHER CONSCIENCE NOR HONOR, AS 
WE UNDERSTAND THE
TERMS. AN AUTOMATIC LIAR BY INSTINCT AND TRAINING WHENEVER YOU THINK LIES WILL 
BEST SERVE YOUR
PURPOSE, YOU MAY YET HAVE INTELLIGENCE ENOUGH TO RECOGNIZE SIMPLE TRUTH 
WHEN YOU HEAR IT. YOU
ALREADY HAVE OBSERVED THAT WE ARE OF THE SAME RACE AS THOSE WHO DESTROYED 
YOUR VESSEL, AND HAVE
ASSUMED THAT WE ARE WITH THEM. IN THAT YOU ARE WRONG. IT IS TRUE THAT I AM 
ACQUAINTED WITH THOSE
OTHERS, BUT THEY ARE MY ENEMIES. I AM HERE TO KILL THEM, NOT TO AID THEM. YOU 
HAVE ALREADY HELPED
ME IN ONE WAY—I KNOW AS MUCH AS DOES MY ENEMY CONCERNING THE IMPENETRABLE 
SHIELD OF FORCE.
IF I WILL RETURN YOU UNHARMED TO YOUR OWN PLANET, WILL YOU ASSIST ME IN 
STEALING ONE OF YOUR SHIPS
OF SPACE, SO THAT I MAY DESTROY THAT EARTH-VESSEL?"
THE FENACHRONE, PAYING NO ATTENTION TO DUQUESNE'S BARBED COMMENTS 
CONCERNING HIS
HONOR AND VERACITY, DID NOT HESITATE AN INSTANT IN HIS REPLY.
"I WILL NOT. WE SUPERMEN OF THE FENACHRONE WILL ALLOW NO VESSEL OF OURS, 
WITH ITS SECRETS
UNKNOWN TO ANY OTHERS OF THE UNIVERSE, TO FALL INTO THE HANDS OF ANY OF THE 
LESSER BREEDS OF MAN."
"WELL, YOU DIDN'T TRY TO LIE THAT TIME, ANYWAY. BUT THINK A MINUTE. SEATON, MY 
ENEMY,
ALREADY HAS ONE OF YOUR VESSELS—DON'T THINK HE IS TOO MUCH OF A FOOL TO PUT IT 
BACK TOGETHER AND
TO LEARN ITS EVERY SECRET. THEN, TOO, REMEMBER THAT I HAVE YOUR MIND, AND CAN 
GET ALONG WITHOUT
YOU; EVEN THOUGH I AM WILLING TO ADMIT THAT YOU COULD BE OF ENOUGH HELP TO ME 
SO THAT I WOULD
SAVE YOUR LIFE IN EXCHANGE FOR THAT HELP. ALSO, REMEMBER THAT, SUPERMAN 
THOUGH YOU MAY BE,
YOUR MENTALITY CANNOT COPE WITH THE FORCES I HAVE BEARING UPON YOU. NEITHER 
WILL YOUR BEING A
SUPERMAN ENABLE YOUR BODY TO RETAIN LIFE AFTER I HAVE THROWN YOU OUT INTO 
SPACE WITHOUT YOUR
ARMOR."
"I HAVE THE NORMAL LOVE OF LIFE; BUT SOME THINGS CANNOT BE DONE, EVEN WITH 
LIFE AT STAKE.
STEALING A VESSEL OF THE FENACHRONE IS ONE OF THOSE THINGS. I CAN, HOWEVER, DO 
THIS MUCH—IF YOU
WILL RETURN ME TO MY OWN PLANET, YOU TWO SHALL BE RECEIVED AS GUESTS ABOARD 
ONE OF OUR VESSELS
AND SHALL BE ALLOWED TO WITNESS THE VENGEANCE OF THE FENACHRONE UPON YOUR 
ENEMY. THEN YOU
SHALL BE RETURNED TO YOUR VESSEL AND ALLOWED TO DEPART UNHARMED."
"NOW YOU ARE LYING BY ROTE—I KNOW JUST WHAT YOU'D DO. GET THAT IDEA OUT OF 
YOUR HEAD
RIGHT NOW. THE ATTRACTORS NOW HOLDING YOU WILL NOT BE RELEASED UNTIL AFTER 
YOU HAVE PAID YOUR
WAY. THEN, AND THEN ONLY, WILL I TRY TO DISCOVER A WAY OF RETURNING YOU TO YOUR 
OWN WORLD
WITHOUT RISKING MY OWN NECK. INCIDENTALLY, I WARN YOU THAT YOUR FIRST ATTEMPT 
TO PLAY FALSE WITH
ME IN ANY WAY WILL ALSO BE YOUR LAST."
THE PRISONER REMAINED SILENT, ANALYZING EVERY FEATURE OF THE SITUATION, AND 
DUQUESNE
CONTINUED, COLDLY:
"HERE'S SOMETHING ELSE FOR YOU TO THINK ABOUT. IF YOU ARE UNWILLING TO HELP 
US, WHAT IS TO
PREVENT ME FROM KILLING YOU, AND THEN HUNTING UP SEATON AND MAKING PEACE 
WITH HIM FOR THE
DURATION OF THIS FORTHCOMING WAR? WITH THE FRAGMENTS OF YOUR VESSEL, WHICH 
HE HAS; WITH MY
KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR MIND, REENFORCED BY YOUR OWN DEAD BRAIN; AND WITH THE 
VAST RESOURCES OF ALL
THE PLANETS OF THE GREEN SYSTEM; I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT YOU COULD EVER CONQUER 
US. IN FACT, IT IS
QUITE POSSIBLE— EVEN PROBABLE—THAT WE WOULD BE ABLE EVENTUALLY TO DESTROY 
YOUR ENTIRE RACE.
UNDERSTAND, HOWEVER, THAT I CARE NOTHING FOR THE GREEN SYSTEM. YOU ARE 
WELCOME TO IT IF YOU DO
AS I ASK. IF YOU DO NOT, I SHALL WARN THEM AND HELP THEM SIMPLY TO PROTECT MY 
OWN WORLD, WHICH
IS NOW MY OWN PERSONAL PROPERTY."
"IN RETURN FOR OUR ARMAMENT AND EQUIPMENT, YOU PROMISE NOT TO WARN THE 
GREEN SYSTEM
AGAINST US? THE DEATH OF YOUR ENEMIES TAKES FIRST PLACE IN YOUR MIND?" THE 
STRANGER SPOKE
THOUGHTFULLY. "IN THAT I UNDERSTAND YOUR VIEWPOINT THOROUGHLY. BUT, AFTER I 
HAVE REMODELED YOUR
POWER-PLANT INTO OURS AND HAVE PILOTED YOU TO OUR PLANET, WHAT ASSURANCE 
HAVE I THAT YOU WILL
LIBERATE ME, AS YOU HAVE SAID?"
"NONE WHATEVER—I HAVE MADE AND AM MAKING NO PROMISES, SINCE I CANNOT 
EXPECT YOU TO
TRUST ME, ANY MORE THAN I CAN TRUST YOU. ENOUGH OF THIS ARGUMENT! I AM MASTER 
HERE, AND I AM
DICTATING TERMS. WE CAN GET ALONG WITHOUT YOU. THEREFORE YOU MUST DECIDE 
QUICKLY WHETHER YOU
WOULD RATHER DIE SUDDENLY AND SURELY, HERE IN SPACE AND RIGHT NOW, OR HELP US 
AS I DEMAND AND
LIVE UNTIL YOU GET BACK HOME—ENJOYING MEANWHILE YOUR LIFE AND WHATEVER 
CHANCE YOU THINK YOU
MAY HAVE OF BEING LIBERATED WITHIN THE ATMOSPHERE OF YOUR OWN PLANET."
"JUST A MINUTE, CHIEF!" LORING SAID, IN ENGLISH, HIS BACK TO THE PRISONER. 
"WOULDN'T WE
GAIN MORE BY KILLING HIM AND GOING BACK TO SEATON AND THE GREEN SYSTEM, AS YOU 
SUGGESTED?"
"NO." DUQUESNE ALSO TURNED AWAY, TO SHIELD HIS FEATURES FROM THE MIND-
READING GAZE OF
THE FENACHRONE. "THAT WAS PURE BLUFF. I DON'T WANT TO GET WITHIN A MILLION 
MILES OF SEATON UNTIL
AFTER WE HAVE THE ARMAMENT OF THIS FELLOW'S SHIPS. I COULDN'T MAKE PEACE WITH 
SEATON NOW, EVEN
IF I WANTED TO—AND I HAVEN'T THE SLIGHTEST INTENTION OF TRYING. I INTEND 
KILLING HIM ON SIGHT. HERE'S
WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO. FIRST, WE'LL GET WHAT WE CAME AFTER. THEN WE'LL FIND 
THE SKYLARK AND BLOW
HER OUT OF SPACE, AND TAKE OVER THE PIECES OF THAT FENACHRONE SHIP. AFTER 
THAT WE'LL HEAD FOR THE
GREEN SYSTEM, AND WITH THEIR OWN STUFF AND WHAT WELL GIVE THEM THEY'LL BE 
ABLE TO GIVE THE
FENACHRONE A HOT RECEPTION. BY THE TIME THEY FINALLY DESTROY THE 
OSNOMIANS—IF THEY DO—WE'LL
HAVE THE WORLD READY FOR THEM." HE TURNED TO THE CAPTIVE. "WHAT IS YOUR 
DECISION?"
"I SUBMIT, IN THE HOPE THAT YOU WILL KEEP YOUR PROMISE, SINCE THERE IS NO 
ALTERNATIVE BUT
DEATH."
THEN, STILL LOOSELY HELD BY THE ATTRACTORS AND CAREFULLY WATCHED BY 
DUQUESNE AND LORING,
THE CREATURE TORE INTO THE TASK OF REBUILDING THE OSNOMIAN POWER-PLANT INTO 
THE SPACE-ANNIHILATING
DRIVE OF THE FENACHRONE. NOR WAS HE TURNING TRAITOR, FOR HE WELL KNEW ONE 
FACT THAT DUQUESNE'S
HURRIED INSPECTION HAD FAILED TO GLEAN FROM THE LABYRINTHINE INTRICACIES OF 
HIS BRAIN; THAT ONCE
WITHIN THE DETECTOR SCREENS OF THAT DISTANT SOLAR SYSTEM THESE EARTH-BEINGS 
WOULD BE UTTERLY
HELPLESS BEFORE THE FORCES WHICH WOULD BE TURNED UPON THEM. AND TIME WAS 
PRECIOUS. FOR THE
GOOD OF HIS OWN RACE HE MUST DRIVE THE VIOLET SO UNMERCIFULLY THAT SHE WOULD 
OVERTAKE EVEN THAT
FLEEING TORPEDO, NOW MANY HOURS UPON ITS WAY—THE TORPEDO BEARING NEWS, FOR 
THE FIRST TIME IN
FENACHRONE HISTORY, OF THE OVERWHELMING DEFEAT AND CAPTURE OF ONE OF ITS 
MIGHTY ENGINES OF
INTERSTELLAR WAR.
IN A VERY SHORT TIME, CONSIDERING THE COMPLEXITY OF THE UNDERTAKING, THE 
CONVERSION OF THE
POWER-PLANT WAS DONE AND THE REPELLORS, ALREADY SUPPOSED THE ULTIMATE IN 
PROTECTION, WERE
REENFORCED BY A TEN-THOUSAND-POUND MASS OF ACTIVATED COPPER, EFFECTIVE FOR 
UNTOLD MILLIONS OF
MILES. THEIR MONSTROUS PILOT THEN SET THE BAR AND ADVANCED BOTH LEVERS OF THE 
DUAL POWER CONTROL
OUT TO THE EXTREME LIMIT OF THEIR TRAVEL.
THERE WAS NO SENSE OF MOTION OR OF ACCELERATION, SINCE THE NEW SYSTEM OF 
PROPULSION
ACTED UPON EVERY MOLECULE OF MATTER WITHIN THE RADIUS OF ACTIVITY OF THE BAR, 
WHICH HAD BEEN SET
TO INCLUDE THE ENTIRE HULL. THE PASSENGERS FELT ONLY THE UTTER LACK OF ALL 
WEIGHT AND THE OTHER
PECULIAR SENSATIONS WITH WHICH THEY WERE ALREADY FAMILIAR. BUT IN SPITE OF THE 
LACK OF APPARENT
MOTION, THE VIOLET WAS NOW LEAPING THROUGH THE UNFATHOMABLE DEPTHS OF 
INTERSTELLAR SPACE WITH
THE UNTHINKABLE ACCELERATION OF FIVE TIMES THE VELOCITY OF LIGHT!



CHAPTER 8
THE PORPOISE-MEN OF DASOR

"HOW LONG DO YOU FIGURE IT'S GOING TO TAKE US TO GET THERE, MART?" SEATON 
ASKED FROM A
CORNER, WHERE HE WAS BENDING OVER HIS APPARATUS-TABLE.
"ABOUT THREE DAYS AT THIS ACCELERATION. I SET IT AT WHAT I THOUGHT THE SAFE 
MAXIMUM FOR THE
GIRLS. SHOULD WE INCREASE IT?"
"PROBABLY NOT—THREE DAYS ISN'T TOO BAD. ANYWAY, TO SAVE EVEN ONE DAY WE'D 
HAVE TO
DOUBLE THE ACCELERATION, SO WE'D BETTER LET IT RIDE. HOW'RE YOU MAKING IT, 
PEG?"
"I'M GETTING USED TO WEIGHING A TON NOW. MY KNEES BUCKLED ONLY ONCE THIS 
MORNING FROM
MY FORGETTING TO WATCH THEM WHEN I TRIED TO WALK. DON'T LET ME INTERFERE, 
THOUGH; IF I AM SLOWING
US DOWN I'LL GO TO BED AND STAY THERE!"
"IT'D HARDLY PAY. WE CAN USE THE TIME TO GOOD ADVANTAGE. LOOK HERE, MART—
I'VE BEEN
LOOKING OVER THIS STUFF I GOT OUT OF THEIR SHIP, AND HERE'S SOMETHING I KNOW 
YOU'LL EAT UP. THEY
REFER TO IT AS A CHART, BUT IT'S THREE-DIMENSIONAL AND ALMOST INCREDIBLE. I CAN'T 
SAY THAT I UNDERSTAND
IT, BUT I GET AN AWFUL KICK OUT OF LOOKING AT IT. I'VE BEEN STUDYING IT A COUPLE OF 
HOURS, AND HAVEN'T
STARTED YET. I HAVEN'T FOUND OUR SOLAR SYSTEM, THE GREEN ONE, OR OUR OWN. IT'S 
TOO HEAVY TO MOVE
AROUND NOW, BECAUSE OF THE ACCELERATION WE'RE USING —COME ON OVER HERE AND 
GIVE IT A LOOK."
THE "CHART" WAS A STRIP OF FILM, APPARENTLY MILES IN LENGTH, WOUND UPON REELS 
AT EACH END
OF THE MACHINE. ONE SECTION OF THE FILM WAS ALWAYS UNDER THE VIEWING 
MECHANISM—AN OPTICAL
SYSTEM PROJECTING AN UNDISTORTED IMAGE INTO A VISIPLATE SOMEWHAT SIMILAR TO 
THEIR OWN—AND AT
THE TOUCH OF A LEVER A SMALL MOTOR MOVED THE FILM THROUGH THE PROJECTOR.
IT WAS NOT AN ORDINARY STAR-CHART: IT WAS THREE-DIMENSIONAL, ULTRA-
STEREOSCOPIC. THE EYE
DID NOT PERCEIVE A FLAT SURFACE, BUT BEHELD AN ACTUAL, EXTREMELY NARROW 
WEDGE OF SPACE AS SEEN
FROM THE CENTER OF THE GALAXY. EACH OF THE CLOSER STARS WAS SEEN IN ITS TRUE 
POSITION IN SPACE AND IN
ITS TRUE PERSPECTIVE, AND EACH WAS CLEARLY IDENTIFIED BY NUMBER. IN THE 
BACKGROUND WERE FAINT
STARS AND NEBULOUS MASSES OF LIGHT, TOO DISTANT TO BE RESOLVED INTO SEPARATE 
STARS—A TRUE
REPRESENTATION OF THE ACTUAL SKY. AS BOTH MEN STARED, FASCINATED, INTO THE 
VISIPLATE, SEATON
TOUCHED THE LEVER AND THEY APPARENTLY TRAVELED DIRECTLY ALONG THE CENTER 
LINE OF THAT EVER-
WIDENING WEDGE. AS THEY PROCEEDED THE NEARER STARS GREW BRIGHTER AND 
LARGER, SOON BECOMING
SUNS, WITH THEIR PLANETS AND THEN THE SATELLITES OF THE PLANETS PLAINLY VISIBLE, 
AND FINALLY PASSING
OUT OF THE PICTURE BEHIND THE OBSERVERS. THE FAINTER STARS BECAME BRIGHT, 
GREW INTO SUNS AND SOLAR
SYSTEMS, AND WERE PASSED IN TURN. THE CHART STILL UNROLLED. THE NEBULOUS 
MASSES OF LIGHT WERE
APPROACHED, BECAME COMPOSED OF FAINT STARS, WHICH DEVELOPED AS HAD THE 
OTHERS, AND WERE
PASSED.
FINALLY, WHEN THE PICTURE FILLED THE ENTIRE VISIPLATE, THEY ARRIVED AT THE 
OUTERMOST EDGE OF
THE GALAXY. NO MORE STARS WERE VISIBLE: THEY SAW EMPTY SPACE STRETCHING FOR 
INCONCEIVABLY VAST
DISTANCES BEFORE THEM. BUT BEYOND THAT INDESCRIBABLE AND INCOMPREHENSIBLE 
VACUUM THEY SAW
FAINT LENSES AND DULL SPOTS OF LIGHT, WHICH WERE ALSO NAMED, AND WHICH EACH 
MAN KNEW TO BE
OTHER GALAXIES, CHARTED BY THE ALMOST UNLIMITED POWER OF THE FENACHRONE 
ASTRONOMERS, BUT NOT AS
YET EXPLORED. AS THE MAGIC SCROLL UNROLLED STILL FARTHER THEY FOUND 
THEMSELVES BACK IN THE CENTER
OF THE GALAXY, STARTING OUTWARD IN THE WEDGE ADJACENT TO THE ONE WHICH THEY 
HAD JUST TRAVERSED.
SEATON CUT OFF THE MOTOR AND WIPED HIS FOREHEAD.
"WOULDN'T THAT BREAK YOU OFF AT THE ANKLES, MART? DID YOU EVER CONCEIVE THE 
POSSIBILITY OF
SUCH A THING?"
"I DID NOT. THERE ARE LITERALLY MILES OF FILM IN EACH OF THOSE REELS, AND I SEE 
THAT THAT
CABINET IS PRACTICALLY FULL OF REELS. THERE MUST BE AN INDEX OR A MASTER-
CHART."
"YES, THERE'S A BOOK IN THIS SLOT HERE, BUT WE DON'T KNOW ANY OF THEIR NAMES OR
NUMBERS—WAIT A MINUTE! HOW DID HE REPORT OUR EARTH ON THAT TORPEDO? 
PLANET NUMBER THREE OF
SUN SIX FOUR SOMETHING PILARONE, WASN'T IT? I'LL GET THE RECORD."
"SIX FOUR SEVEN THREE PILARONE, IT WAS."
"PILARONE . . . LET'S SEE . . ." SEATON STUDIED THE INDEX VOLUME. "REEL TWENTY, 
SCENE FIFTY-
ONE, I'D TRANSLATE IT."
THEY FOUND THE REEL, AND "SCENE FIFTY-ONE" DID INDEED SHOW THAT SECTION OF 
SPACE IN WHICH
OUR SOLAR SYSTEM IS. SEATON STOPPED THE CHART WHEN STAR SIX FOUR SEVEN THREE 
WAS AT ITS CLOSEST
RANGE, AND THERE WAS OUR SUN; WITH ITS NINE PLANETS AND THEIR MANY SATELLITES 
ACCURATELY SHOWN AND
CORRECTLY DESCRIBED.
"THEY KNOW THEIR STUFF, ALL RIGHT—YOU'VE GOT TO HAND IT TO 'EM. I'VE BEEN 
STRAIGHTENING OUT
THAT BRAIN RECORD—CUTTING OUT THE HAZY STRETCHES AND GETTING HIS KNOWLEDGE 
STRAIGHTENED OUT SO
WE CAN USE IT, AND THERE'S A LOT OF THIS KIND OF STUFF IN THE RECORD YOU CAN GET. 
SUPPOSE THAT YOU
CAN FIGURE OUT EXACTLY WHERE HE COMES FROM WITH THIS DOPE AND WITH HIS BRAIN 
RECORD?"
"CERTAINLY. I MAY BE ABLE TO GET MORE COMPLETE INFORMATION UPON THE GREEN 
SYSTEM THAN
THE OSNOMIANS HAVE, TOO, WHICH WILL BE VERY USEFUL INDEED. YOU ARE RIGHT—I 
AM INTENSELY
INTERESTED IN THIS MATERIAL, AND IF YOU DO NOT CARE PARTICULARLY ABOUT 
STUDYING IT ANY MORE AT THE
MOMENT, I BELIEVE THAT I SHOULD BEGIN TO STUDY IT NOW."
"TAKE OVER. I'M GOING TO STUDY THAT RECORD SOME MORE. DON'T KNOW WHETHER A 
HUMAN
BRAIN CAN TAKE IT ALL—ESPECIALLY ALL AT ONCE—BUT I'M GOING TO SORT OF PECK 
AROUND THE EDGES AND
GET SOME DOPE THAT WE NEED PRETTY BADLY. WE GOT A LOT OF INFORMATION FROM 
THAT WAMPUS."
ABOUT SIXTY HOURS OUT, DOROTHY, WHO HAD BEEN OBSERVING THE PLANET THROUGH 
NUMBER SIX
VISIPLATE, CALLED SEATON AWAY FROM THE FENACHRONE BRAIN-RECORD, UPON WHICH 
HE WAS STILL
CONCENTRATING.
"COME HERE A MINUTE, DICKIE! HAVEN'T YOU GOT THAT KNOWLEDGE ALL PACKED AWAY 
IN YOUR
SKULL YET?"
"I'LL SAY I HAVEN'T. THAT BIRD'S BRAIN WAS THREE OR FOUR SIZES LARGER THAN MINE, 
AND LOADED
PLIMSOLL DOWN. I'M JUST NIBBLING AROUND THE EDGES YET."
"I'VE ALWAYS HEARD THAT THE CAPACITY OF EVEN THE HUMAN BRAIN WAS ALMOST 
INFINITE. ISN'T THAT
TRUE?" ASKED MARGARET.
"MAYBE IT IS, IF THE KNOWLEDGE WERE BUILT UP GRADUALLY OVER GENERATIONS. I 
THINK MAYBE I
CAN GET MOST OF THIS STUFF STOWED AWAY SO THAT I CAN USE IT, BUT IT'S GOING TO BE 
AN AWFUL JOB."
"IS THEIR BRAIN REALLY AS FAR AHEAD OF OURS AS I GATHERED FROM WHAT I SAW OF 
IT?" ASKED
CRANE.
"THAT'S A HARD ONE TO ANSWER: THEY'RE SO DIFFERENT. I WOULDN'T SAY THAT THEY 
ARE ANY MORE
INTELLIGENT THAN WE ARE. THEY KNOW MORE ABOUT SOME THINGS THAN WE DO; LESS 
ABOUT OTHERS. BUT
THEY HAVE VERY LITTLE IN COMMON WITH US. THEY DON'T BELONG TO THE GENUS 
'HOMO' AT ALL, REALLY.
INSTEAD OF HAVING A COMMON ANCESTOR WITH THE ANTHROPOIDS, AS WE HAD, THEY 
EVOLVED FROM A
GENUS WHICH COMBINED THE WORST TRAITS OF THE CAT TRIBE AND THE CARNIVOROUS 
LIZARDS—THE TWO MOST
SAVAGE AND BLOODTHIRSTY BRANCHES OF THE ANIMAL KINGDOM— AND INSTEAD OF 
GETTING BETTER AS THEY
WENT ALONG, THEY GOT WORSE, IN THOSE RESPECTS AT LEAST. BUT THEY DO NOT KNOW A 
LOT. WHEN YOU GET A
MONTH OR SO TO SPARE YOU WANT TO PUT ON THIS HARNESS AND GRAB HIS KNOWLEDGE, 
BEING VERY CAREFUL
TO STEER CLEAR OF HIS MENTAL TRAITS AND SO ON. THEN WHEN WE GET BACK TO EARTH 
WE'LL SIMPLY TEAR IT
APART AND REBUILD IT. YOU'LL KNOW WHAT I MEAN WHEN YOU GET THIS STUFF 
TRANSPLANTED INTO YOUR OWN
SKULL. BUT TO CUT OUT THE LECTURE, WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND, DOTTIE DIMPLE?"
"THIS PLANET MARTIN PICKED OUT IS ALL WET, LITERALLY. THE VISIBILITY IS FINE—
VERY FEW
CLOUDS—BUT THIS WHOLE HALF OF IT IS SOLID OCEAN. IF THERE ARE ANY ISLANDS, 
EVEN, THEY'RE MIGHTY
SMALL."
ALL FOUR LOOKED INTO THE RECEIVER. WITH THE GREAT MAGNIFICATION EMPLOYED, 
THE PLANET
ALMOST FILLED THE VISIPLATE. THERE WERE A FEW FLEECY WISPS OF CLOUD, BUT THE 
ENTIRE SURFACE UPON
WHICH THEY GAZED WAS ONE SHEET OF THE NOW FAMILIAR DEEP AND GLORIOUS BLUE 
PECULIAR TO THE WATERS
OF THAT CUPROUS SOLAR SYSTEM, WITH NO MARKINGS WHATEVER.
"WHAT D'YOU MAKE OF IT, MART? THAT'S WATER, ALL RIGHT —COPPER SULPHATE 
SOLUTION, JUST LIKE
THE OSNOMIAN AND URVANIAN OCEANS—AND NOTHING ELSE VISIBLE. HOW BIG WOULD 
AN ISLAND HAVE TO
BE FOR US TO SEE IT FROM HERE?"
"SO MUCH DEPENDS UPON THE CONTOUR AND NATURE OF THE ISLAND THAT IT IS HARD TO 
SAY. IF IT
WERE LOW AND HEAVILY COVERED WITH THEIR GREEN-BLUE VEGETATION, WE MIGHT NOT 
BE ABLE TO SEE A
RATHER LARGE ONE, WHEREAS IF IT WERE HILLY AND BARE, WE COULD PROBABLY SEE ONE 
ONLY A FEW MILES IN
DIAMETER."
"AS IT TURNS AND AS WE GET CLOSER, WE'LL SEE WHAT WE CAN SEE. BETTER TAKE TURNS 
WATCHING IT,
HADN'T WE?"
IT WAS SO DECIDED, AND WHILE THE SKYLARK WAS STILL SOME DISTANCE AWAY SEVERAL 
SMALL
ISLANDS BECAME VISIBLE, AND THE PERIOD OF ROTATION OF THE PLANET WAS 
DETERMINED TO BE IN THE
NEIGHBORHOOD OF FIFTY HOURS. MARGARET, THEN AT THE CONTROLS, PICKED OUT THE 
LARGEST ISLAND VISIBLE
AND DIRECTED THE BAR TOWARD IT. AS THEY DROPPED DOWN CLOSE TO THEIR 
OBJECTIVE, THEY FOUND THAT THE
AIR WAS OF THE SAME COMPOSITION AS THAT OF OSNOME, BUT HAD A PRESSURE OF ONLY 
SEVENTY-EIGHT
CENTIMETERS OF MERCURY, AND THAT THE SURFACE GRAVITY OF THE PLANET WAS 
NINETY-FIVE HUNDREDTHS THAT
OF THE EARTH.
"FINE BUSINESS!" EXULTED SEATON. "JUST ABOUT LIKE HOME, BUT I DON'T SEE MUCH 
OF A PLACE TO
LAND WITHOUT GETTING WET, DO YOU? THOSE REFLECTORS ARE PROBABLY SOLAR 
GENERATORS, AND THEY COVER
THE WHOLE ISLAND EXCEPT FOR THAT LAGOON RIGHT UNDER US."
THE ISLAND, PERHAPS TEN MILES LONG AND HALF THAT IN WIDTH, WAS ENTIRELY 
COVERED WITH GREAT
HYPERBOLIC REFLECTORS, ARRANGED SO CLOSELY TOGETHER THAT LITTLE COULD BE 
SEEN BETWEEN THEM. EACH
REFLECTOR APPARENTLY FOCUSED UPON AN OBJECT IN THE CENTER, A HELIX WHICH 
SEEMED TO WRITHE IN THAT
FLAMING FOCUS, GLOWING WITH A NACREOUS, OPALESCENT GREEN LIGHT.
"WELL, NOTHING MUCH TO SEE THERE—LET'S GO DOWN," REMARKED SEATON AS HE 
SHOT THE
SKYLARK OVER TO THE EDGE OF THE ISLAND AND DOWN TO THE SURFACE OF THE WATER. 
BUT HERE AGAIN
NOTHING WAS TO BE SEEN OF THE LAND ITSELF. THE WALL WAS ONE VERTICAL PLATE OF 
SEAMLESS METAL,
SUPPORTING HUGE METAL GUIDES, BETWEEN WHICH FLOATED METAL PONTOONS. FROM 
THESE GIGANTIC FLOATS
METAL GIRDERS AND TRUSSES WENT THROUGH SLOTS IN THE WALL INTO THE DARKNESS 
OF THE INTERIOR. CLOSE
SCRUTINY REVEALED THAT THE LARGE FLOATS WERE RISING STEADILY, ALTHOUGH VERY 
SLOWLY; WHILE SMALLER
FLOATS BOBBED UP AND DOWN UPON EACH PASSING WAVE.
"SOLID GENERATORS, TIDE-MOTORS, AND WAVE-MOTORS, ALL AT ONCE!" EJACULATED 
SEATON. "SOME
POWER-PLANT! FOLKS, I'M GOING TO TAKE A LOOK AT THAT IF WE HAVE TO BLAST OUR 
WAY IN!"
THEY CIRCUMNAVIGATED THE ISLAND WITHOUT FINDING ANY DOOR OR OTHER OPENING—
THE ENTIRE
THIRTY MILES WAS ONE STUPENDOUS BATTERY OF THE GENERATORS. BACK AT THE 
STARTING POINT, THE SKYLARK
HOPPED OVER THE STRUCTURE AND DOWN TO THE SURFACE OF THE SMALL CENTRAL 
LAGOON PREVIOUSLY NOTICED.
CLOSE TO THE WATER, IT WAS SEEN THAT THERE WAS PLENTY OF ROOM FOR THE VESSEL 
TO MOVE ABOUT
BENEATH THE ROOF OF REFLECTORS, AND THAT THE ISLAND WAS ONE SOLID STAND OF 
TIDE-MOTORS. AT ONE END
OF THE LAGOON WAS AN OPEN METAL STRUCTURE, THE ONLY BUILDING VISIBLE, AND 
SEATON BROUGHT THE
SPACE-CRUISER UP TO IT AND THROUGH THE HUGE OPENING—FOR DOOR THERE WAS 
NONE. THE INTERIOR OF THE
ROOM WAS LIGHTED BY LONG, TUBULAR LIGHTS RUNNING AROUND IN FRONT OF THE 
WALLS, WHICH WERE
VERITABLE SWITCHBOARDS. ROW AFTER ROW AND TIER UPON TIER STOOD THE 
INSTRUMENTS, PLAINLY ELECTRICAL
METERS OF ENORMOUS CAPACITY AND EQUALLY PLAINLY IN FULL OPERATION, BUT NO 
WIRING OR BUSBAR COULD
BE SEEN. BEFORE EACH ROW OF INSTRUMENTS THERE WAS A NARROW WALK, WITH STEPS 
LEADING DOWN INTO
THE WATER OF THE LAGOON. EVERY PART OF THE GREAT ROOM WAS PLAINLY VISIBLE, AND 
NOT A LIVING BEING
WAS EVEN WATCHING THAT VAST INSTRUMENT-BOARD.
"WHAT DO YOU MAKE OF IT, DICK?" ASKED CRANE, SLOWLY.
"NO WIRING—TIGHT BEAM TRANSMISSION. THE FENACHRONE DO IT WITH TWO 
MATCHED-FREQUENCY
SEPARABLE UNITS. MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF KILOWATTS THERE, IF I'M ANY JUDGE. 
ABSOLUTELY AUTOMATIC
TOO, OR ELSE . . ." HIS VOICE DIED AWAY.
"OR ELSE WHAT?" ASKED DOROTHY.
"JUST A HUNCH. I WOULDN'T WONDER IF . . ."
"HOLD IT, DICKY! REMEMBER I HAD TO PUT YOU TO BED AFTER THAT LAST HUNCH YOU 
HAD!"
"HERE IT IS, ANYWAY. MART, WHAT WOULD BE THE LOGICAL LINE OF EVOLUTION WHEN 
THE PLANET
HAS BECOME SO OLD THAT ALL THE LAND HAS BEEN ERODED TO A LEVEL BELOW THAT OF 
THE OCEAN? YOU
PICKED US OUT AN OLD ONE, ALL RIGHT—SO OLD THAT THERE'S ALMOST NO LAND LEFT. 
WOULD A HIGHLY
CIVILIZED PEOPLE REVERT TO FISH? THAT SEEMS LIKE A BACKWARD MOVE TO ME, BUT 
WHAT OTHER ANSWER IS
POSSIBLE?"
"PROBABLY NOT TO TRUE FISHES—ALTHOUGH THEY MIGHT EASILY DEVELOP SOME FISH-
LIKE TRAITS. I
DO NOT BELIEVE, HOWEVER, THAT THEY WOULD GO BACK TO GILLS OR TO COLD BLOOD."
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO SAYING?" INTERRUPTED MARGARET. "DO YOU MEAN TO SAY THAT 
YOU THINK
FISH LIVE HERE INSTEAD OF PEOPLE, AND THAT FISH DID ALL THIS?" AS SHE WAVED HER 
HAND AT THE
COMPLICATED MACHINERY ABOUT THEM.
"NOT FISH EXACTLY, NO." CRANE PAUSED IN THOUGHT. "MERELY A PEOPLE WHO HAVE 
ADJUSTED
THEMSELVES TO THEIR ENVIRONMENT THROUGH CONSCIOUS OR NATURAL SELECTION. WE 
HAD A TALK ABOUT THIS
VERY THING DURING OUR FIRST TRIP, SHORTLY AFTER I MET YOU. REMEMBER? I 
COMMENTED ON THE FACT THAT
THERE MUST BE LIFE THROUGHOUT THE UNIVERSE, MUCH OF IT THAT WE COULD NOT 
UNDERSTAND; AND YOU
REPLIED THAT THERE WOULD BE NO REASON TO SUPPOSE THEM AWFUL BECAUSE 
INCOMPREHENSIBLE. THAT
MAY BE THE CASE HERE."
"WELL, I'M GOING TO FIND OUT," DECLARED SEATON, AS HE APPEARED WITH A BOX FULL 
OF COILS,
TUBES, AND OTHER APPARATUS.
"HOW?" ASKED DOROTHY, CURIOUSLY.
"FIX ME UP A DETECTOR AND FOLLOW UP ONE OF THOSE BEAMS. FIND ITS FREQUENCY 
AND DIRECTION,
FIRST, YOU KNOW, THEN PICK IT UP OUTSIDE AND FOLLOW IT TO WHERE IT'S GOING. IT'LL 
GO THROUGH ANYTHING,
OF COURSE, BUT I CAN TRAP OFF ENOUGH OF IT TO FOLLOW IT, EVEN IF IT'S TIGHT 
ENOUGH TO CHOKE ITSELF.
THAT'S ONE THING I GOT FROM THAT BRAIN RECORD."
HE WORKED DEFTLY AND RAPIDLY, AND SOON WAS REWARDED BY A FLARING CRIMSON 
COLOR IN HIS
DETECTOR WHEN IT WAS LOCATED IN ONE CERTAIN POSITION IN FRONT OF ONE OF THE 
METERS. NOTING THE
BEARING ON THE GREAT CIRCLES, HE THEN MOVED THE SKYLARK ALONG THAT EXACT 
LINE, OVER THE REFLECTORS,
AND OUT BEYOND THE ISLAND, WHERE HE ALLOWED THE VESSEL TO SETTLE DIRECTLY 
DOWNWARDS.
"NOW FOLKS, IF I'VE DONE THIS JUST RIGHT WE'LL GET A RED FLASH DIRECTLY." 
AS HE SPOKE, THE DETECTOR AGAIN BURST INTO CRIMSON LIGHT, AND HE SET THE BAR 
INTO THE LINE
AND APPLIED A LITTLE POWER, KEEPING THE LIGHT AT ITS REDDEST WHILE THE OTHER 
THREE LOOKED ON IN
FASCINATED INTEREST.
"THIS BEAM IS ON SOMETHING THAT'S MOVING, MART—CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF IT FOR 
A SECOND
OR I'LL LOSE IT ENTIRELY. SEE WHERE WE'RE GOING, WILL YOU?"
"WE ARE ABOUT TO STRIKE THE WATER," REPLIED CRANE QUIETLY.
'THE WATER!" EXCLAIMED MARGARET.
"FAIR ENOUGH—WHY NOT?"
"OH, THAT'S RIGHT—I FORGOT THAT THE SKYLARK IS AS GOOD A SUBMARINE AS SHE IS 
AN AIRSHIP."
CRANE POINTED NUMBER SIX VISIPLATE DIRECTLY INTO THE LINE OF FLIGHT AND STARED 
INTO THE DARK
WATER.
"HOW DEEP ARE WE, MART?" ASKED SEATON AFTER A TIME.
"ONLY ABOUT A HUNDRED FEET, AND WE DO NOT SEEM TO BE GETTING ANY DEEPER."
"THAT'S GOOD. AFRAID THIS BEAM MIGHT BE GOING TO A STATION ON THE OTHER SIDE 
OF THE
PLANET—THROUGH THE GROUND. IF SO, WE'D'VE HAD TO GO BACK AND TRACE ANOTHER. 
WE CAN FOLLOW IT
ANY DISTANCE UNDER WATER, BUT NOT THROUGH ROCK. NEED A LIGHT?"
"NOT UNLESS WE GO DEEPER."
FOR TWO HOURS, SEATON HELD THE DETECTOR UPON THAT TIGHT BEAM OF ENERGY, 
TRAVELING AT A
HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR, THE HIGHEST SPEED HE COULD USE AND STILL HOLD THE 
BEAM.
"I'D LIKE TO BE UP ABOVE, WATCHING US. I BET WE'RE MAKING THE WATER BOIL BEHIND 
US,"
REMARKED DOROTHY.
"YEAH, WE'RE KICKING UP QUITE A WAKE, I GUESS. IT TAKES PLENTY OF POWER TO DRIVE 
THIS
UNSTREAMLINED SHAPE THROUGH SO MUCH WETNESS."
"SLOW DOWN!" COMMANDED CRANE. "I SEE A SUBMARINE AHEAD. I THOUGHT IT MIGHT 
BE A
WHALE AT FIRST, BUT IT IS A BOAT AND IT IS WHAT WE ARE AIMING FOR. YOU ARE 
CONSTANTLY SWINGING WITH
IT, KEEPING IT EXACTLY IN LINE."
"O.K." SEATON REDUCED THE POWER AND SWUNG THE VISIPLATE AROUND IN FRONT OF 
HIM,
WHEREUPON THE DETECTOR LAMP WENT OUT. "IT'S A RELIEF TO FOLLOW SOMETHING I 
CAN SEE, INSTEAD OF
TRYING TO GUESS WHICH WAY THAT BEAM'S GOING TO WIGGLE NEXT. LEAD ON, 
MACDUFF—I'M RIGHT ON
YOUR TAIL!"
THE SKYLARK FELL IN BEHIND THE SUBMERSIBLE CRAFT, CLOSE ENOUGH TO KEEP IT 
PLAINLY VISIBLE.
FINALLY THE STRANGER STOPPED AND ROSE TO THE SURFACE BETWEEN TWO ROWS OF 
SUBMERGED PONTOONS
WHICH, ROW UPON ROW, EXTENDED IN EVERY DIRECTION AS FAR AS THE TELESCOPE 
COULD REACH.
"WELL, DOT, WE'RE WHERE WE'RE GOING, WHEREVER THAT IS."
"WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE IT IS? IT LOOKS LIKE A FLOATING ISLE-PORT, LIKE IT TOLD 
ABOUT IN THAT
WILD-STORY MAGAZINE YOU READ SO MUCH."
"MAYBE—BUT IF SO THEY CANT BE FISH. LET'S GO—I WANT TO LOOK IT OVER," AND 
WATER FLEW IN
ALL DIRECTIONS AS THE SKYLARK BURST OUT OF THE OCEAN AND LEAPED INTO THE AIR 
FAR ABOVE WHAT WAS IN
TRUTH A FLOATING CITY.
RECTANGULAR IN SHAPE, IT APPEARED TO BE ABOUT SIX MILES LONG AND FOUR WIDE. IT 
WAS ROOFED
WITH SOLAR GENERATORS LIKE THOSE COVERING THE ISLAND JUST VISITED, BUT THE 
MACHINES WERE NOT
SPACED QUITE SO CLOSELY TOGETHER, AND THERE WERE NUMEROUS OPEN LAGOONS. THE 
WATER AROUND THE
ENTIRE CITY WAS COVERED WITH WAVE-MOTORS. FROM THEIR GREAT HEIGHT THE 
VISITORS COULD SEE AN
OCCASIONAL SUBMARINE MOVING SLOWLY UNDER THE CITY, AND FREQUENTLY SMALL 
SURFACE CRAFT DASHED
ACROSS THE LAGOONS. AS THEY WATCHED, A SEAPLANE WITH SHORT, THICK WINGS, 
CURVED LIKE THOSE OF A
GULL, ROSE FROM ONE OF THE LAGOONS AND SHOT AWAY OVER THE WATER.
"QUITE A PLACE," REMARKED SEATON AS HE SWUNG A VISIPLATE UPON ONE OF THE 
LAGOONS.
"SUBMARINES, SPEEDBOATS, AND FAST SEAPLANES. FISH OR NOT, THEY AIN'T SO SLOW. 
I'M GOING TO GRAB OFF
ONE OF THOSE FOLKS AND SEE HOW MUCH THEY KNOW. WONDER IF THEY'RE PEACEABLE 
OR WARLIKE?"
"THEY LOOK PEACEABLE, BUT YOU KNOW THE PROVERB," CRANE CAUTIONED HIS 
IMPETUOUS FRIEND.
"YES, AND I'M GOING TO BE TIMID LIKE A MICE," SEATON RETURNED AS THE SKYLARK 
DROPPED
RAPIDLY TOWARD A LAGOON NEAR THE EDGE OF THE ISLAND.
"YOU OUGHT TO PUT THAT IN A GAG BOOK, DICK," DOROTHY CHUCKLED. "YOU FORGET 
ALL ABOUT
BEING TIMID UNTIL AN HOUR AFTERWARDS."
"WATCH ME, RED-TOP! IF THEY EVEN POINT A FINGER AT US I'M GOING TO RUN A 
MILLION MILES A
MINUTE."
NO HOSTILE DEMONSTRATION WAS MADE AS THEY DROPPED LOWER AND LOWER, 
HOWEVER, AND
SEATON, WITH ONE HAND UPON THE SWITCH ACTUATING THE ZONE OF FORCE, SLOWLY 
LOWERED THE VESSEL
DOWN PAST THE REFLECTORS AND TO THE SURFACE OF THE WATER. THROUGH THE 
VISIPLATE HE SAW A CROWD OF
PEOPLE COMING TOWARD THEM—SOME SWIMMING IN THE LAGOON, SOME WALKING 
ALONG NARROW
RUNWAYS. THEY SEEMED TO BE OF ALL SIZES AND UNARMED.
"I BELIEVE THEY'RE PERFECTLY PEACEABLE, AND JUST CURIOUS, MART. I'VE ALREADY 
GOT THE
REPELLORS ON CLOSE RANGE—BELIEVE I'LL CUT THEM OFF ALTOGETHER." 
"HOW ABOUT THE RAY-SCREENS?"
"ALL THREE FULL OUT. THEY DON'T INTERFERE WITH ANYTHING SOLID, THOUGH, AND 
WON'T HURT
ANYTHING. THEY'LL STOP ANY RAY ATTACK AND THIS ARENAK HULL WILL STOP ANYTHING 
ELSE WE ARE APT TO GET
HERE. WATCH THIS BOARD, WILL YOU, AND I'LL SEE IF I CAN'T NEGOTIATE WITH THEM."
SEATON OPENED THE DOOR. AS HE DID SO, A NUMBER OF THE SMALLER BEINGS DIVED 
HEADLONG INTO
THE WATER, AND A SUBMARINE ROSE QUIETLY TO THE SURFACE LESS THAN FIFTY FEET 
AWAY; WITH A PECULIAR
TUBULAR WEAPON AND A HUGE BEAM-PROJECTOR TRAINED UPON THE SKYLARK. SEATON 
STOOD MOTIONLESS,
HIS RIGHT HAND RAISED IN WHAT HE HOPED WAS THE UNIVERSAL SIGN OF PEACE, HIS 
LEFT HOLDING AT HIS HIP
AN AUTOMATIC PISTOL CHARGED WITH X-PLOSIVE SHELLS—WHILE CRANE, AT THE 
CONTROLS, HAD THE
FENACHRONE SUPER-GUN IN LINE AND HIS HAND LAY UPON THE SWITCH WHOSE CLOSING 
WOULD VOLATILIZE
THE SUBMARINE AND CUT AN INCANDESCENT PATH OF DESTRUCTION THROUGH THE CITY 
LENGTHWISE.
AFTER A MOMENT OF INACTION A HATCH OPENED AND A MAN STEPPED OUT UPON THE 
DECK OF THE
SUBMARINE. THE TWO TRIED TO CONVERSE, BUT WITH NO SUCCESS. SEATON THEN 
BROUGHT OUT THE
MECHANICAL EDUCATOR, HELD IT UP FOR THE OTHER'S INSPECTION, AND WAVED AN 
INVITATION TO COME
ABOARD. INSTANTLY THE OTHER DIVED, AND CAME TO THE SURFACE IMMEDIATELY BELOW 
SEATON, WHO
ASSISTED HIM INTO THE SKYLARK. TALL AND HEAVY AS SEATON WAS, THE STRANGER WAS 
HALF A HEAD TALLER
AND TWICE AS HEAVY. HIS THICK SKIN WAS OF THE CHARACTERISTIC OSNOMIAN GREEN 
AND HIS EYES WERE
THE USUAL BLACK, BUT HE HAD NO HAIR WHATEVER. HIS SHOULDERS, THOUGH BROAD 
AND ENORMOUSLY
STRONG, WERE SHARPLY SLOPING, AND HIS POWERFUL ARMS WERE LITTLE MORE THAN 
HALF AS LONG AS WOULD
HAVE BEEN EXPECTED HAD THEY BELONGED TO A HUMAN BEING OF HIS SIZE. THE HANDS 
AND FEET WERE
VERY LARGE AND VERY BROAD, AND THE FINGERS AND TOES WERE HEAVILY WEBBED. HIS 
HIGH DOMED
FOREHEAD APPEARED EVEN HIGHER BECAUSE OF THE TOTAL LACK OF HAIR, OTHERWISE 
HIS FEATURES WERE
REGULAR AND WELL-PROPORTIONED. HE CARRIED HIMSELF EASILY AND GRACEFULLY, 
AND YET WITH THE DIGNITY
OF ONE ACCUSTOMED TO COMMAND AS HE STEPPED INTO THE CONTROL ROOM AND 
SALUTED GRAVELY THE THREE
OTHER EARTH BEINGS. HE GLANCED QUICKLY AROUND THE ROOM, AND SHOWED 
UNMISTAKABLE PLEASURE AS
HE SAW THE POWER-PLANT OF THE CRUISER OF SPACE. LANGUAGES WERE SOON 
EXCHANGED AND THE STRANGER
SPOKE, IN A BASS VOICE VASTLY DEEPER THAN SEATON'S OWN.
"IN THE NAME OF OUR CITY AND PLANET—I MAY SAY IN THE NAME OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM, 
FOR YOU
ARE VERY EVIDENTLY FROM ONE OTHER THAN OUR GREEN SYSTEM—I GREET YOU. I 
WOULD OFFER YOU
REFRESHMENT, AS IS OUR CUSTOM, BUT I FEAR THAT YOUR CHEMISTRY IS BUT ILL 
ADAPTED TO OUR CUSTOMARY
FARE. IF THERE BE AUGHT IN WHICH WE CAN BE OF ASSISTANCE TO YOU, OUR RESOURCES 
ARE AT YOUR
DISPOSAL—BEFORE YOU LEAVE US, I SHALL WISH TO ASK FROM YOU A GREAT GIFT."
"SIR, WE THANK YOU. WE ARE IN SEARCH OF KNOWLEDGE CONCERNING FORCES WHICH 
WE CANNOT AS
YET CONTROL. FROM THE POWER SYSTEMS YOU EMPLOY, AND FROM WHAT I HAVE 
LEARNED OF THE
COMPOSITION OF YOUR SUNS AND PLANETS, I PRESUME YOU HAVE NONE OF THE METAL OF 
POWER, AND IT IS A
QUANTITY OF THAT ELEMENT THAT IS YOUR GREATEST NEED?"
"YES. POWER IS OUR ONLY LACK. WE GENERATE ALL WE CAN WITH THE MATERIALS AND 
KNOWLEDGE
AT OUR DISPOSAL, BUT WE NEVER HAVE ENOUGH. OUR DEVELOPMENT IS HINDERED, OUR 
BIRTH RATE MUST BE
HELD DOWN TO A MINIMUM, NEW CITIES CANNOT BE BUILT AND NEW PROJECTS CANNOT BE 
STARTED, ALL FOR
LACK OF POWER. FOR ONE GRAM OF THAT METAL I SEE PLATED UPON THAT COPPER 
CYLINDER, OF WHOSE VERY
EXISTENCE NO SCIENTIST UPON DASOR HAS HAD EVEN AN INKLING, WE WOULD DO ALMOST 
ANYTHING. IN FACT,
IF ALL ELSE FAILED, I WOULD BE TEMPTED TO ATTACK YOU, DID I NOT KNOW THAT OUR 
UTMOST POWER COULD
NOT PENETRATE EVEN YOUR OUTER SCREEN, AND THAT YOU COULD VOLATILIZE THE 
ENTIRE PLANET IF YOU SO
DESIRED."
"GREAT CAT!" IN HIS SURPRISE SEATON LAPSED FROM THE FORMAL LANGUAGE HE HAD 
BEEN
EMPLOYING. "HAVE YOU FIGURED US ALL OUT ALREADY, FROM A STANDING START?"
"WE KNOW ELECTRICITY, CHEMISTRY, PHYSICS, AND MATHEMATICS FAIRLY WELL. YOU 
SEE, OUR RACE
IS MANY MILLIONS OF YEARS OLDER THAN IS YOURS."
"YOU'RE THE MAN I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR, I GUESS. WE HAVE ENOUGH OF THIS METAL 
WITH US SO
THAT WE CAN SPARE YOU SOME AS WELL AS NOT. BUT BEFORE I GET IT I'LL INTRODUCE 
YOU. FOLKS, THIS IS
SACNER CARFON, CHIEF OF THE COUNCIL OF THE PLANET DASOR. THEY SAW US ALL THE 
TIME, AND WHEN WE
HEADED FOR THIS, THE SIXTH CITY, HE CAME OVER FROM THE CAPITAL, OR FIRST CITY, 
IN THE FLAG-SHIP OF HIS
POLICE FLEET, TO WELCOME US OR TO FIGHT US, AS WE PLEASED. CARFON, THIS IS 
MARTIN CRANE . . . OR SAY,
BETTER THAN INTRODUCTIONS, PUT ON THE HEADSETS, EVERYBODY, AND GET REALLY 
ACQUAINTED."
ACQUAINTANCE MADE AND THE APPARATUS PUT AWAY, SEATON WENT TO ONE OF THE 
STORE-ROOMS
AND BROUGHT OUT A LUMP OF "X", WEIGHING ABOUT A HUNDRED POUNDS.
"THERE'S ENOUGH TO BUILD POWER-PLANTS FROM NOW ON. IT WOULD SAVE TIME IF YOU 
WERE TO
DISMISS YOUR SUBMARINE. WITH YOU TO PILOT US, WE CAN TAKE YOU BACK TO THE FIRST 
CITY A LOT FASTER
THAN YOUR VESSEL CAN TRAVEL."
CARFON TOOK A TRANSMITTER FROM A POUCH UNDER HIS ARMPIT AND SPOKE BRIEFLY, 
THEN GAVE
SEATON THE COURSE. IN A FEW MINUTES THE FIRST CITY WAS REACHED. THE SKYLARK 
DESCENDED RAPIDLY TO
THE SURFACE OF A LAGOON AT ONE END OF THE CITY. SHORT AS HAD BEEN THE TIME 
CONSUMED BY THEIR
JOURNEY FROM THE SIXTH CITY, THEY FOUND A CURIOUS AND EXCITED CROWD AWAITING 
THEM. THE CENTRAL
PORTION OF THE LAGOON WAS ALMOST COVERED BY THE SMALL SURFACE CRAFT, WHILE 
THE SIDES, SEPARATED
FROM THE SIDEWALKS BY METAL CURBS, WERE FULL OF SWIMMERS.' THE PECULIAR 
DASORIAN EQUIVALENTS OF
WHISTLES, BELLS, AND GONGS WERE MAKING A DEAFENING UPROAR, AND THE CROWD WAS 
YELLING AND
CHEERING IN MUCH THE SAME FASHION AS DO EARTHLY CROWDS UPON SIMILAR 
OCCASIONS. SEATON STOPPED
THE SKYLARK AND TOOK HIS WIFE BY THE SHOULDER, SWINGING HER AROUND IN FRONT 
OF THE VISIPLATE.
"LOOK AT THAT, DOT. TALK ABOUT RAPID TRANSIT! THEY COULD GIVE THE NEW YORK 
SUBWAY A
FLYING START AND BEAT THEM HANDS DOWN!"
DOROTHY LOOKED INTO THE VISIPLATE AND GASPED. SIX METAL PIPES, ONE ABOVE THE 
OTHER, RAN
ABOVE AND PARALLEL TO EACH SIDEWALK-LANE OF WATER. THE PIPES WERE FULL OF 
OCEAN WATER, WATER
RACING ALONG AT FULLY FIFTY MILES AN HOUR AND DISCHARGING, EACH STREAM A 
SMALL WATERFALL, INTO THE
LAGOON. EACH PIPE WAS LIGHTED IN THE INTERIOR, AND EACH WAS FULL OF PEOPLE, 
HEADS ALMOST TOUCHING
FEET, UNCONCERNEDLY BEING BORNE ALONG, COMPLETELY IMMERSED IN THAT MAD 
CURRENT. AS THE
PASSENGER SAW DAYLIGHT AND FELT THE STREAM BEGIN TO DROP, HE RIGHTED HIMSELF, 
APPARENTLY SELECTING
AN OBJECTIVE POINT, AND RODE THE CURRENT DOWN INTO THE OCEAN. A FEW QUICK 
STROKES,' AND HE WAS
EITHER AT THE SURFACE OR UPON ONE OF THE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS LEADING UP TO THE 
PLATFORMS. MANY OF THE
TRAVELLERS DID NOT EVEN MOVE AS THEY LEFT THE ORIFICE. IF THEY HAPPENED TO BE 
ON THEIR BACKS THEY
ENTERED THE OCEAN BACKWARD AND DID NOT BOTHER ABOUT RIGHTING THEMSELVES OR 
ABOUT SELECTING A
DESTINATION UNTIL THEY WERE MANY FEET BELOW THE SURFACE.
"GOOD HEAVENS, DICK! THEY'LL KILL THEMSELVES OR DROWN!"
"NOT THESE BIRDS. NOTICE THEIR SKINS? THEY'VE GOT A HIDE LIKE A WALRUS, AND A 
TERRIFIC LAYER
OF SUBCUTANEOUS FAT EVEN THEIR HEADS ARE PROTECTED THAT WAY—YOU COULD 
HARDLY HIT ONE OF THEM
HARD ENOUGH WITH A BASEBALL BAT TO HURT HIM. AND AS FOR DROWNING—THEY CAN 
OUTSWIM A FISH, AND
CAN STAY UNDER WATER MORE THAN AN HOUR WITHOUT COMING UP FOR AIR.
EVEN ONE OF THOSE YOUNGSTERS CAN SWIM THE FULL LENGTH OF THE CITY WITHOUT 
TAKING A
BREATH."
"HOW DO YOU GET THAT VELOCITY OF FLOW, CARFON?" ASKED CRANE.
"BY MEANS OF PUMPS. THESE CHANNELS RUN ALL OVER THE CITY, AND THE AMOUNT OF 
WATER
RUNNING IN EACH TUBE AND THE NUMBER OF TUBES IN USE ARE REGULATED 
AUTOMATICALLY BY THE AMOUNT OF
TRAFFIC. WHEN ANY SECTION OF TUBE IS EMPTY OF PEOPLE, NO WATER FLOWS THROUGH 
IT—THUS CONSERVING
POWER. AT EACH INTERSECTION THERE ARE STAND PIPES AND AUTOMATIC SWIM-
COUNTERS THAT REGULATE THE
VOLUME OF WATER AND THE NUMBER OF TUBES IN USE. THIS IS ORDINARILY A QUIET 
POOL, AS IT IS IN A
RESIDENCE SECTION, AND THIS CHANNEL—OUR CHANNELS CORRESPOND TO YOUR 
STREETS, YOU KNOW—HAS
ONLY SIX TUBES EACH WAY. IF YOU WILL LOOK ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CHANNEL, YOU 
WILL SEE THE INTAKE
END OF THE TUBES GOING DOWN-TOWN."
SEATON SWUNG THE VISIPLATE AROUND AND THEY SAW SIX RAPIDLY-MOVING STAIRWAYS, 
EACH
CROWDED WITH PEOPLE, LEADING FROM THE OCEAN LEVEL UP TO THE TOP OF A METAL 
TOWER. AS THE
PASSENGERS REACHED THE TOP OF THE FLIGHT, THEY WERE CATAPULTED HEAD-FIRST 
INTO THE CHAMBER LEADING
TO THE TUBE BELOW.
"WELL, THAT IS SOME SYSTEM FOR HANDLING PEOPLE!" EXCLAIMED SEATON. "WHAT'S 
THE
CAPACITY OF THE SYSTEM?"
"WHEN RUNNING FULL PRESSURE, SIX TUBES WILL HANDLE FIVE THOUSAND PEOPLE A 
MINUTE. IT IS
ONLY VERY RARELY, ON SUCH OCCASIONS AS THIS, THAT THEY ARE EVER LOADED TO 
CAPACITY. SOME OF THE
CHANNELS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY HAVE AS MANY AS TWENTY TUBES, SO THAT IT IS 
ALWAYS POSSIBLE TO
GO FROM ONE END OF THE CITY TO THE OTHER IN LESS THAN TEN MINUTES."
"DON'T THEY EVER JAM?" ASKED DOROTHY CURIOUSLY. "I'VE BEEN LOST MORE THAN 
ONCE IN THE
NEW YORK SUBWAY, AND BEEN IN SOME PERFECTLY FRIGHTFUL JAMS, TOO—AND THEY 
WEREN'T MOVING TEN
THOUSAND PEOPLE A MINUTE EITHER."
"NO JAMS EVER HAVE OCCURRED. THE TUBES ARE PERFECTLY SMOOTH AND WELL-
LIGHTED, AND ALL
TURNS AND INTERSECTIONS ARE ROUNDED. THE CONTROLLING MACHINES ALLOW ONLY SO 
MANY PERSONS TO
ENTER ANY TUBE—IF MORE SHOULD TRY TO ENTER THAN CAN BE CARRIED COMFORTABLY, 
THE SURPLUS
PASSENGERS ARE SLID OFF DOWN A CHUTE TO THE SWIM-WAYS, OR SIDEWALKS, AND MAY 
EITHER WAIT A WHILE
OR SWIM TO THE NEXT INTERSECTION."
"THAT LOOKS LIKE QUITE A JAM DOWN THERE NOW." SEATON POINTED TO THE 
RECEIVING POOL,
WHICH WAS NOW ONE SOLID MASS EXCEPT FOR THE SPACE KEPT CLEAR BY THE SIX MIGHTY 
STREAMS OF
HUMANITY-LADEN WATER.
"IF THE NEWCOMERS CAN'T FIND ROOM TO COME TO THE SURFACE THEY WILL SWIM OVER 
TO SOME
OTHER POOL." CARFON SHRUGGED INDIFFERENTLY. "MY RESIDENCE IS THE FIFTH 
CUBICLE ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF
THIS CHANNEL. OUR CUSTOM DEMANDS THAT YOU ACCEPT THE HOSPITALITY OF MY HOME, 
IF ONLY FOR A
MOMENT AND ONLY FOR A BEAKER OF DISTILLED WATER. ANY ORDINARY VISITOR COULD 
BE RECEIVED IN MY
OFFICE, BUT YOU MUST ENTER MY HOME."
SEATON STEERED THE SKYLARK CAREFULLY, SURROUNDED AS SHE WAS BY A TIGHTLY-
PACKED CROWD OF
SWIMMERS, TO THE INDICATED DWELLING, AND ANCHORED HER SO THAT ONE OF THE 
DOORS WAS CLOSE TO A
FLIGHT OF STEPS LEADING FROM THE CORNER OF THE BUILDING DOWN INTO THE WATER. 
CARFON STEPPED OUT,
OPENED THE DOOR OF HIS HOUSE, AND PRECEDED HIS GUESTS WITHIN. THE ROOM WAS 
LARGE AND SQUARE,
AND BUILT OF SYNTHETIC, NON-CORRODING METAL, AS WAS THE ENTIRE CITY. THE WALLS 
WERE TASTEFULLY
DECORATED WITH STRIKING GEOMETRICAL DESIGNS IN VARI-COLORED METAL, AND UPON 
THE FLOOR WAS A
SOFTLY-WOVEN METAL RUG. THREE DOORS LEADING INTO OTHER ROOMS COULD BE SEEN, 
AND STRANGE PIECES
OF FURNITURE STOOD HERE AND THERE. IN THE CENTER OF THE FLOOR-SPACE WAS A 
CIRCULAR OPENING SOME
FOUR FEET IN DIAMETER, AND THERE, ONLY A FEW INCHES BELOW THE LEVEL OF THE 
FLOOR, WAS THE SURFACE OF
THE OCEAN.
CARFON INTRODUCED HIS GUESTS TO HIS WIFE—A FEMININE REPLICA OF HIMSELF, 
ALTHOUGH SHE WAS
NOT OF QUITE SUCH HEROIC PROPORTIONS.
"I DON'T SUPPOSE THAT SEVEN IS FAR AWAY, IS HE?" CARFON ASKED THE WOMAN.
"PROBABLY HE IS OUTSIDE, NEAR THE FLYING BALL. IF HE HAS NOT BEEN TOUCHING IT 
EVER SINCE IT
CAME DOWN, IT IS ONLY BECAUSE SOMEONE STRONGER THAN HE PUSHED HIM ASIDE. YOU 
KNOW HOW BOYS
ARE," TURNING TO DOROTHY WITH A SMILE AS SHE SPOKE. "BOY NATURE IS PROBABLY 
UNIVERSAL."
"PARDON MY CURIOSITY, BUT WHY 'SEVEN'?" ASKED DOROTHY, AS SHE RETURNED THE 
SMILE.
"HE IS THE TWO THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVENTH SACNER CARFON IN 
DIRECT MALE
LINE OF DESCENT," SHE EXPLAINED. "BUT PERHAPS SIX HAS NOT EXPLAINED THESE 
THINGS TO YOU. OUR
POPULATION MUST NOT BE ALLOWED TO INCREASE, THEREFORE EACH COUPLE CAN HAVE 
ONLY TWO CHILDREN. IT
IS CUSTOMARY FOR THE BOY TO BE BORN FIRST, AND IS GIVEN THE NAME OF HIS FATHER. 
THE GIRL IS YOUNGER,
AND IS GIVEN HER MOTHER'S NAME."
"THAT WILL NOW BE CHANGED," SAID CARFON FEELINGLY. "THESE VISITORS HAVE 
GIVEN US THE
SECRET POWER, AND WE SHALL BE ABLE TO BUILD NEW CITIES AND POPULATE DASOR AS 
SHE SHOULD BE
POPULATED."
"REALLY? . . ." SHE CHECKED HERSELF, BUT A FLAME LEAPED TO HER EYES, AND HER 
VOICE WAS NONE
TOO STEADY AS SHE ADDRESSED THE VISITORS. "FOR THAT WE DASORIANS THANK YOU 
MORE THAN WORDS CAN
EXPRESS. PERHAPS YOU STRANGERS DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO WANT HALF A 
DOZEN CHILDREN WITH
EVERY FIBER OF YOUR BEING AND TO BE ALLOWED TO HAVE ONLY TWO—WE DO, ALL TOO 
WELL. . . I WILL CALL
SEVEN."
SHE PRESSED A BUTTON, AND UP OUT OF THE OPENING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR 
THERE SHOT A
HALF-GROWN BOY, SWIMMING SO RAPIDLY THAT HE SCARCELY TOUCHED THE COAMING AS 
HE CAME TO HIS
FEET. HE GLANCED AT THE FOUR VISITORS, THEN RAN UP TO SEATON AND CRANE.
"PLEASE, SIRS, MAY I RIDE, JUST A LITTLE SHORT RIDE, IN YOUR VESSEL BEFORE YOU GO 
AWAY?"
"SEVEN!" BOOMED CARFON STERNLY, AND THE EXUBERANT YOUTH SUBSIDED.
"PARDON ME, SIRS, BUT I WAS SO EXCITED . . ."
"ALL RIGHT, SON, NO HARM DONE AT ALL. YOU BET YOU'LL HAVE A RIDE IN THE SKYLARK 
IF YOUR
PARENTS WILL LET YOU." HE TURNED TO CARFON, "I'M NOT SO FAR BEYOND THAT STAGE 
MYSELF THAT I'M NOT IN
SYMPATHY WITH HIM. NEITHER ARE YOU, UNLESS I'M BADLY MISTAKEN."
"I AM VERY GLAD THAT YOU FEEL AS YOU DO. HE WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO ACCOMPANY 
US DOWN TO
THE OFFICE, AND IT WILL BE SOMETHING TO REMEMBER ALL THE REST OF HIS LIFE."
"YOU HAVE A LITTLE GIRL, TOO?" DOROTHY ASKED THE WOMAN.
"YES—WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HER? SHE IS ASLEEP NOW," AND WITHOUT WAITING FOR 
AN ANSWER
THE PROUD DASORIAN MOTHER LED THE WAY INTO A BEDROOM. OF BEDS THERE WERE 
NONE, FOR DASORIANS
SLEEP FLOATING IN THERMOSTATICALLY-CONTROLLED TANKS, BUOYED UP IN THE WATER 
OF THE TEMPERATURE
THEY LIKE BEST, IN A FASHION THAT NO EARTHLY SPRINGS AND MATTRESSES CAN 
APPROACH. IN A SMALL TANK
IN A CORNER REPOSED A BABY, APPARENTLY ABOUT A YEAR OLD, OVER WHOM DOROTHY 
AND MARGARET MADE
THE USUAL FEMININE CEREMONY OF DELIGHT AND APPROBATION.
BACK IN THE LIVING ROOM, AFTER AN ANIMATED CONVERSATION IN WHICH MUCH 
INFORMATION WAS
EXCHANGED CONCERNING THE TWO PLANETS AND THEIR RACES OF PEOPLES, CARFON 
DREW SIX METAL GOBLETS
OF DISTILLED WATER AND PASSED THEM AROUND. STANDING IN A CIRCLE, THE SIX 
TOUCHED GOBLETS AND
DRANK.
THEY THEN EMBARKED, AND WHILE CRANE STEERED THE SKYLARK SLOWLY ALONG THE 
CHANNEL
TOWARD THE OFFICES OF THE COUNCIL, AND WHILE DOROTHY AND MARGARET SHOWED 
THE EAGER SEVEN ALL
OVER THE VESSEL, SEATON EXPLAINED TO CARFON THE DANGER THAT THREATENED THE 
UNIVERSE, WHAT HE HAD
DONE, AND WHAT HE WAS ATTEMPTING TO DO.
"DOCTOR SEATON, I WISH TO APOLOGIZE TO YOU," THE DASORIAN SAID WHEN SEATON 
HAD DONE.
"SINCE YOU ARE EVIDENTLY STILL LAND ANIMALS, I HAD SUPPOSED YOU OF INFERIOR 
INTELLIGENCE. IT IS TRUE
THAT YOUR YOUNGER CIVILIZATION IS DEFICIENT IN CERTAIN RESPECTS, BUT YOU HAVE 
SHOWN A DEPTH OF
VISION, A SHEER POWER OF IMAGINATION AND GRASP, THAT NO MEMBER OF OUR OLDER 
CIVILIZATION COULD
APPROACH. I BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE RIGHT IN YOUR CONCLUSIONS. WE HAVE NO SUCH 
FORCES OR SCREENS
UPON THIS PLANET, AND NEVER HAVE HAD; BUT THE SIXTH PLANET OF OUR OWN SUN HAS. 
ABOUT FIFTY OF YOUR
YEARS AGO, WHEN I WAS A BOY, SUCH A PROJECTION VISITED MY FATHER. IT OFFERED TO 
'RESCUE' US FROM
OUR WATERY PLANET, AND TO SHOW US HOW TO BUILD ROCKET-SHIPS TO MOVE US TO 
THREE, WHICH IS HALF
LAND, AND WHICH IS INHABITED ONLY BY LOWER ANIMALS."
"AND HE DIDN'T ACCEPT?"
"CERTAINLY NOT. THEN AS NOW OUR SOLE LACK WAS POWER, AND THE STRANGERS DID 
NOT SHOW US
HOW TO INCREASE OUR SUPPLY. PERHAPS THEY HAD NO MORE POWER THAN WE, PERHAPS 
BECAUSE OF THE
DIFFICULTY OF COMMUNICATION OUR WANT WAS NOT MADE CLEAR TO THEM. BUT OF 
COURSE WE DID NOT WANT
TO MOVE TO THREE, AND WE HAD ALREADY HAD ROCKET-SHIPS FOR HUNDREDS OF 
GENERATIONS. WE HAVE
NEVER BEEN ABLE TO REACH SIX WITH THEM, BUT WE VISITED THREE LONG AGO; AND 
EVERY ONE WHO WENT
THERE CAME BACK AS SOON AS HE COULD. WE DETEST LAND. IT IS HARD, BARREN, 
UNFRIENDLY. WE HAVE
EVERYTHING, HERE UPON DASOR. FOOD IS PLENTIFUL, SYNTHETIC OR NATURAL, AS WE 
PREFER. OUR WATERY
PLANET SUPPLIES OUR EVERY NEED AND WISH, WITH ONE EXCEPTION; AND NOW THAT WE 
ARE ASSURED OF
POWER, EVEN THAT ONE EXCEPTION VANISHES, AND DASOR BECOMES A VERY PARADISE. 
WE CAN NOW LEAD
OUR NATURAL LIVES, WORK AND PLAY TO OUR FULLEST CAPACITY—WE WOULD NOT TRADE 
OUR WORLD FOR ALL THE
REST OF THE UNIVERSE."
"I NEVER THOUGHT OF IT IN THAT WAY, BUT YOU'RE RIGHT, AT THAT," SEATON 
CONCEDED. "YOU ARE
IDEALLY SUITED TO YOUR ENVIRONMENT. BUT HOW DO I GET TO PLANET SIX? ITS 
DISTANCE IS TERRIFIC, EVEN AS
PLANETARY DISTANCES GO. YOU WON'T HAVE ANY NIGHT UNTIL DASOR SWINGS OUTSIDE 
THE ORBIT OF YOUR
SUN, AND UNTIL THEN SIX WILL BE INVISIBLE, EVEN TO OUR MOST POWERFUL 
TELESCOPE."
"I DO NOT KNOW, MYSELF, BUT I WILL SEND OUT A CALL FOR THE CHIEF ASTRONOMER. 
HE WILL MEET
US AT THE OFFICE, AND WILL GIVE YOU A CHART AND THE EXACT COURSE."
AT THE OFFICE THE EARTHLY VISITORS WERE WELCOMED FORMALLY BY THE COUNCIL—
THE NINE MEN
IN CONTROL OF THE ENTIRE PLANET. THE CEREMONY OVER AND THEIR COURSE 
CAREFULLY PLOTTED, CARTON
STOOD AT THE DOOR OF THE SKYLARK A MOMENT BEFORE IT CLOSED.
"WE THANK YOU WITH ALL FORCE, EARTHMEN, FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR US THIS 
DAY. PLEASE
REMEMBER, AND BELIEVE THAT THIS IS NO IDLE WORD—IF WE CAN ASSIST YOU IN ANY 
WAY IN THIS CONFLICT
WHICH IS TO COME, THE RESOURCES OF THIS PLANET ARE AT YOUR DISPOSAL. WE JOIN 
OSNOME AND THE OTHER
PLANETS OF THIS SYSTEM IN DECLARING YOU, DOCTOR SEATON, OUR OVERLORD."



CHAPTER 9
THE WELCOME TO NORLAMIN

THE SKYLARK DAYS UPON HER WAY TOWARD THE SIXTH PLANET, SEATON GAVE THE 
VISIPLATE AND THE
INSTRUMENT BOARD HIS CUSTOMARY CAREFUL SCRUTINY AND REJOINED THE OTHERS.
"STILL TALKING ABOUT THE HUMAN FISH, DOTTIE DIMPLE?" HE ASKED, AS HE STOKED 
HIS VILLAINOUS
PIPE. "PECULIAR TRIBE OF PORPOISES, BUT THEY MADE A HIT WITH ME. THEY'RE THE 
MOST LIKE OUR OWN
KIND OF PEOPLE, IN EVERYTHING THAT COUNTS, OF ANYBODY WE'VE SEEN YET—IN FACT, 
THEY'RE MORE LIKE
US THAN A LOT OF HUMAN BEINGS WE ALL KNOW."
"I LIKE THEM IMMENSELY . . ."
"YOU COULDN'T LIKE 'EM ANY OTHER WAY, THE SIZE . . ."
"TERRIBLE, DICK, TERRIBLE! EASY AS I AM, I CAN'T STAND FOR ANY SUCH PUN AS THAT. 
BUT REALLY, I
THINK THEY'RE JUST PERFECTLY FINE, IN SPITE OF THEIR BEING SO FUNNY-LOOKING. 
MRS. CARFON IS JUST
SIMPLY SWEET, EVEN IF SHE DOES LOOK LIKE A WALRUS, AND THAT CUTE LITTLE SEAL OF A 
BABY WAS JUST TOO
PERFECTLY DARN CUNNING FOR WORDS. THAT BOY SEVEN IS KEEN AS MUSTARD, TOO."
"HE SHOULD BE," PUT IN CRANE, DRYLY. "HE PROBABLY HAS AS MUCH INTELLIGENCE 
NOW AS ANY
ONE OF US."
"DO YOU THINK SO?" ASKED MARGARET. "HE ACTED LIKE ANY OTHER BOY, BUT HE DID 
SEEM TO
UNDERSTAND THINGS REMARKABLY WELL."
"HE WOULD—THEY'RE 'WAY AHEAD OF US IN MOST THINGS," SEATON GLANCED AT THE 
TWO WOMEN
QUIZZICALLY AND TURNED TO CRANE. "AND AS FOR THEIR BEING BALD, THIS WAS ONE 
TIME, MART, WHEN
THOSE TWO PHENOMENAL HEADS OF HAIR OUR TWO LITTLE GIRL-FRIENDS ARE SO PROUD 
OF DIDN'T MAKE ANY
KIND OF A HIT AT ALL. THEY PROBABLY REGARD THAT BLACK THATCH OF PEG'S AND 
DOT'S AUBURN MOP AS
RELICS OF A BARBAROUS AND PREHISTORIC AGE—ABOUT LIKE WE WOULD REGARD THE 
HIRSUTE HIDE OF A
NEANDERTHAL."
"THAT MAY BE SO, TOO," DOROTHY REPLIED, UNCONCERNEDLY, "BUT WE AREN'T 
PLANNING ON LIVING
THERE, SO WHY WORRY ABOUT IT? I LIKE THEM, ANYWAY, AND I BELIEVE THAT THEY LIKE 
US."
'THEY ACTED THAT WAY, ANYWAY. BUT SAY, MART, IF THAT PLANET IS SO OLD THAT ALL 
THEIR LAND
AREA HAS BEEN ERODED AWAY, HOW COME THEY'VE GOT SO MUCH WATER LEFT? AND 
THEY'VE GOT QUITE AN
ATMOSPHERE, TOO."
"THE AIR-PRESSURE, WHILE GREATER THAN THAT NOW OBTAINING, UPON EARTH, WAS 
PROBABLY OF THE
ORDER OF MAGNITUDE OF THREE METERS OF MERCURY, ORIGINALLY. AS TO THE EROSION, 
THEY MIGHT HAVE HAD
MORE WATER TO BEGIN WITH THAN OUR EARTH HAD."
"THAT'D PROBABLY ACCOUNT FOR IT."
"THERE'S ONE THING I WANT TO ASK YOU TWO SCIENTISTS," MARGARET SAID. 
"EVERYWHERE WE'VE
GONE, EXCEPT ON THAT ONE WORLD THAT DICK THINKS IS A WANDERING PLANET, WE'VE 
FOUND THE INTELLIGENT
LIFE QUITE REMARKABLY LIKE HUMAN BEINGS. HOW DO YOU ACCOUNT FOR THAT?"
"THERE, MART, IS ONE FOR THE MASSIVE INTELLECT TO CONCENTRATE ON," 
CHALLENGED SEATON: THEN,
AS CRANE CONSIDERED THE QUESTION IN SILENCE FOR SOME TIME HE WENT ON: "I'LL 
ANSWER IT MYSELF,
THEN, BY ASKING ANOTHER. WHY NOT? WHY SHOULDN'T THEY BE? REMEMBER, MAN IS 
THE HIGHEST FORM
OF EARTHLY LIFE —AT LEAST, IN OUR OWN OPINION AND AS FAR AS WE KNOW. IN OUR 
WANDERINGS, WE HAVE
PICKED OUT PLANETS QUITE SIMILAR TO OUR OWN IN POINT OF ATMOSPHERE AND 
TEMPERATURE AND, WITHIN
NARROW LIMITS, OF MASS AS WELL. IT STANDS TO REASON THAT UNDER SUCH SIMILARITY 
OF CONDITIONS THERE
WOULD BE CERTAIN SIMILARITY OF RESULTS. HOW ABOUT IT, MART? REASONABLE?"
"IT SEEMS PLAUSIBLE, IN A WAY," CONCEDED CRANE, "BUT IT PROBABLY IS NOT 
UNIVERSALLY TRUE."
"SURE NOT—COULDN'T BE, HARDLY. NO DOUBT WE COULD FIND A LOT OF WORLDS 
INHABITED BY ALL
KINDS OF INTELLIGENT THINGS— FREAKS THAT WE CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO IMAGINE 
NOW—BUT THEY PROBABLY
WOULD BE OCCUPYING PLANETS ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FROM OURS IN SOME ESSENTIAL 
FEATURE OF ATMOSPHERE,
TEMPERATURE, OR MASS."
"BUT THE FENACHRONE WORLD IS ENTIRELY DIFFERENT," DOROTHY ARGUED, "AND 
THEY'RE MORE OR
LESS HUMAN—THEY'RE BIPEDS, ANYWAY, WITH RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES. I'VE BEEN 
STUDYING THAT RECORD
WITH YOU, YOU KNOW, AND THEIR WORLD HAS SO MANY TIMES MORE MASS THAN OURS 
THAT THEIR
GRAVITATION IS SIMPLY FRIGHTFUL!"
'THAT MUCH DIFFERENCE IS COMPARATIVELY SLIGHT, NOT A REAL FUNDAMENTAL 
DIFFERENCE. I MEANT
A HUNDRED OR SO TIMES EITHER WAY—GREATER OR LESS. AND EVEN THEIR GRAVITATION 
HAS MODIFIED THEIR
STRUCTURE A LOT—SUPPOSE IT HAD BEEN FIFTY TIMES AS GREAT AS IT IS? WHAT WOULD 
THEY HAVE BEEN
LIKE? ALSO, THEIR ATMOSPHERE IS VERY SIMILAR TO OURS IN COMPOSITION, AND THEIR 
TEMPERATURE IS
BEARABLE. IT IS MY OPINION THAT ATMOSPHERE AND TEMPERATURE HAVE MORE TO DO 
WITH EVOLUTION THAN
ANYTHING ELSE, AND THAT THE MASS OF THE PLANET RUNS A POOR THIRD."
"YOU MAY BE RIGHT," ADMITTED CRANE, "BUT IT SEEMS TO ME THAT YOU ARE ARGUING 
FROM
INSUFFICIENT PREMISES."
"SURE I AM—ALMOST NO PREMISES AT ALL. I WOULD BE JUST ABOUT AS WELL JUSTIFIED 
IN
DEDUCTING THE STRUCTURE OF A RANGE OF MOUNTAINS FROM A SUPERFICIAL STUDY OF 
THREE PEBBLES PICKED
UP IN A CREEK. HOWEVER, WE CAN GET AN IDEA SOME TIME, WHEN WE HAVE A LOT OF 
TIME."
"HOW?"
"REMEMBER THAT PLANET WE STRUCK ON THE FIRST TRIP, THAT HAD AN ATMOSPHERE 
COMPOSED
MOSTLY OF GASEOUS CHLORIN? IN OUR IGNORANCE WE ASSUMED THAT LIFE THERE WAS 
IMPOSSIBLE, AND
DIDN'T STOP. WELL, IT MAY BE JUST AS WELL THAT WE DIDN'T. IF WE GO BACK THERE, 
PROTECTED AS WE ARE
WITH OUR SCREENS AND STUFF, IT WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME A BIT TO FIND LIFE THERE, 
AND LOTS OF IT—AND I'VE
GOT A HUNCH THAT IT'LL BE A FORM OF LIFE THAT'D MAKE YOUR GRANDFATHER'S 
WHISKERS CURL RIGHT UP INTO A
BALL!"
"YOU GET THE WEIRDEST IDEAS, DICK!" PROTESTED DOROTHY. "I HOPE YOU AREN'T 
PLANNING ON
EXPLORING IT, JUST TO PROVE YOUR POINT?"
"NEVER THOUGHT OF IT BEFORE. CAN'T DO IT NOW, ANYWAY—GOT OUR HANDS FULL. 
HOWEVER, AFTER
WE GET THIS FENACHRONE MESS CLEANED UP WE'LL HAVE TO DO JUST THAT LITTLE 
THING, WON'T WE, MART? AS
THAT INTELLECTUAL GUY SAID WHILE HE WAS INSISTING UPON DEMATERIALIZING US, 
'SCIENCE DEMANDS IT'."
"BY ALL MEANS. WE SHOULD BE IN A POSITION TO MAKE CONTRIBUTIONS TO SCIENCE IN 
FIELDS AS
YET UNTOUCHED. MOST ASSUREDLY WE SHALL INVESTIGATE THOSE POINTS."
"THEN THEY'LL GO ALONE, WON'T THEY, PEGGY?"
"ABSOLUTELY! WE'VE SEEN SOME PRETTY MIDDLING HORRIBLE THINGS ALREADY, AND IF 
THESE TWO
MEN OF OURS CALL THE FRIGHTFUL THINGS WE HAVE SEEN NORMAL, AND ARE PLANNING 
ON DELIBERATELY
HUNTING UP THINGS THAT EVEN THEY WILL CONSIDER MONSTROUS, YOU AND I MOST 
CERTAINLY SHALL STAY AT
HOME!"
"YEAH? YOU SAY IT EASY. BOUNCE BACK, PEG, YOU'VE STRUCK A RUBBER FENCE! RUFUS, 
YOU RED-
HAIRED LITTLE FRAUD, YOU KNOW YOU WOULDN'T LET ME GO TO THE CORNER STORE 
AFTER A CAN OF TOBACCO
WITHOUT INSISTING ON TAGGING ALONG!"
"YOU'RE A COCKEYED . . ." BEGAN DOROTHY HOTLY, BUT-BROKE OFF IN AMAZEMENT AND 
GASPED,
"FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, WHAT WAS THAT?"
"WHAT WAS WHAT? IT MISSED ME."
"IT WENT RIGHT THROUGH YOU! IT WAS A KIND OF A FUNNY LITTLE CLOUD, LIKE SMOKE 
OR SOMETHING.
IT CAME RIGHT THROUGH THE CEILING LIKE A FLASH—WENT RIGHT THROUGH YOU AND 
ON DOWN THROUGH THE
FLOOR. THERE IT COMES BACK AGAIN!"
BEFORE THEIR STARTLED EYES A VAGUE, NEBULOUS SOMETHING MOVED RAPIDLY 
UPWARD THROUGH
THE FLOOR AND PASSED UPWARD THROUGH THE CEILING. DOROTHY LEAPED TO SEATON'S 
SIDE AND HE PUT HIS
ARM AROUND HER REASSURINGLY.
" 'SAIL RIGHT, FOLKS—I KNOW WHAT THAT THING IS." "WELL, SHOOT IT, QUICK!" 
DOROTHY IMPLORED.
"IT'S ONE OF THOSE PROJECTIONS FROM WHERE WE'RE HEADING FOR, TRYING TO GET 
OUR RANGE; AND IT'S THE
MOST WELCOME SIGHT THESE WEARY OLD EYES HAVE RESTED UPON FOR FULL MANY A 
LONG AND DREARY
MOON. THEY'VE PROBABLY LOCATED US FROM OUR POWER-PLANT EMISSION. WE'RE AN 
AWFUL LONG WAYS
OFF YET, THOUGH, AND GOING LIKE A STREAK OF GREASED LIGHTNING, SO THEY'RE 
HAVING TROUBLE IN HOLDING
US. THEY'RE FRIENDLY, WE ALREADY KNOW THAT—THEY PROBABLY WANT TO TALK TO US. 
IT'D MAKE IT EASIER
FOR THEM IF WE'D SHUT OFF OUR POWER AND DRIFT AT CONSTANT VELOCITY, BUT THAT'D 
USE UP VALUABLE TIME
AND THROW OUR CALCULATIONS ALL OUT. WE'LL LET THEM TRY TO MATCH OUR 
ACCELERATION. IF THEY CAN DO
THAT, THEY'RE GOOD."
THE APPARITION REAPPEARED, OSCILLATING BACK AND FORTH IRREGULARLY—PASSING 
THROUGH THE
ARENAK WALLS, THROUGH THE FURNITURE AND THE INSTRUMENT BOARDS, AND EVEN 
THROUGH THE MIGHTY
POWER-PLANT ITSELF, AS THOUGH NOTHING WERE THERE. EVENTUALLY, HOWEVER, IT 
REMAINED STATIONARY A
FOOT OR SO ABOVE THE FLOOR OF THE CONTROL-ROOM. THEN IT BEGAN TO INCREASE IN 
DENSITY UNTIL
APPARENTLY A MAN STOOD BEFORE THEM. HIS SKIN, LIKE THAT OF ALL THE INHABITANTS 
OF THE PLANETS OF THE
GREEN SUNS, WAS GREEN. HE WAS TALL AND WELL-PROPORTIONED WHEN JUDGED BY 
EARTHLY STANDARDS
EXCEPT FOR HIS HEAD, WHICH WAS OVERLY LARGE, AND WHICH WAS PARTICULARLY 
MASSIVE ABOVE THE EYES
AND BACKWARD FROM THE EARS. HE WAS EVIDENTLY OF GREAT AGE, FOR WHAT LITTLE 
OF HIS FACE WAS VISIBLE
WAS SEAMED AND WRINKLED, AND HIS LONG, THICK MANE OF HAIR AND HIS SQUARE-CUT, 
YARD-LONG BEARD
WERE A DAZZLING WHITE, ONLY FAINTLY TINGED WITH GREEN.
WHILE IN NO SENSE TRANSPARENT, NOR EVEN TRANSLUCENT, IT WAS EVIDENT THAT THE 
APPARITION
BEFORE THEM WAS NOT COMPOSED OF FLESH AND BLOOD. HE LOOKED AT EACH OF THE 
FOUR EARTH-BEINGS
INTENTLY FOR A MOMENT, THEN POINTED TOWARD THE TABLE UPON WHICH STOOD THE 
MECHANICAL EDUCATOR,
AND SEATON PLACED IT IN FRONT OF THE PECULIAR VISITOR. AS SEATON DONNED A 
HEADSET AND HANDED ONE
TO THE STRANGER, THE LATTER STARED AT HIM, IMPRESSING UPON HIS CONSCIOUSNESS 
THAT HE WAS TO BE
GIVEN A KNOWLEDGE OF ENGLISH. SEATON PRESSED THE LEVER, RECEIVING AS HE DID SO 
A SENSATION OF AN
UNBROKEN CALM, A SERENITY PROFOUND AND UNTROUBLED, AND THE PROJECTION 
SPOKE.
"DR. SEATON, MR. CRANE, AND LADIES—WELCOME TO NORLAMIN, THE PLANET TOWARD 
WHICH YOU
ARE NOW FLYING. WE HAVE BEEN AWAITING YOU FOR MORE THAN FIVE THOUSAND YEARS 
OF YOUR TIME. IT
HAS BEEN A MATHEMATICAL CERTAINTY—IT HAS BEEN GRAVEN UPON THE VERY SPHERE 
ITSELF—THAT IN TIME
SOMEONE WOULD COME TO US FROM WITHOUT THIS SYSTEM, BRINGING A PORTION, 
HOWEVER SMALL, OF
ROVOLON—OF THE METAL OF POWER. FOR MORE "THAN FIVE THOUSAND YEARS OUR 
INSTRUMENTS HAVE BEEN
SET TO DETECT THE VIBRATIONS WHICH WOULD HERALD THE ADVENT OF THE USER OF 
THAT METAL. NOW YOU
HAVE COME, AND I PERCEIVE THAT YOU HAVE VAST STORES OF IT. BEING YOURSELVES 
SEEKERS AFTER TRUTH,
YOU WILL SHARE IT WITH US GLADLY AS WE WILL INSTRUCT YOU IN MANY THINGS YOU 
WISH TO KNOW. ALLOW
ME TO OPERATE THE EDUCATOR—I WOULD GAZE INTO YOUR MINDS AND REVEAL MY OWN 
TO YOUR SIGHT. BUT
FIRST I MUST TELL YOU THAT YOUR MACHINE IS TOO RUDIMENTARY TO FUNCTION 
PROPERLY, AND WITH YOUR
PERMISSION I SHALL MAKE CERTAIN MINOR ALTERATIONS."
SEATON NODDED PERMISSION, AND FROM THE EYES AND FROM THE HANDS OF THE 
FIGURE THERE
LEAPED VISIBLE STREAMS OF FORCE, WHICH SEIZED THE TRANSFORMERS, COILS, AND 
TUBES, AND REFORMED
AND RECONNECTED THEM, UNDER SEATON'S BULGING EYES, INTO AN ENTIRELY 
DIFFERENT MECHANISM.
"OH, I SEE!" HE GASPED. "SAY, WHAT ARE YOU, ANYWAY?"
"PARDON ME; IN MY EAGERNESS I BECAME FORGETFUL. I AM ORION, THE FIRST OF 
ASTRONOMY OF
NORLAMIN, IN MY OBSERVATORY UPON THE SURFACE OF THE PLANET. THIS THAT YOU SEE 
IS SIMPLY MY
PROJECTION, COMPOSED OF FORCES FOR WHICH YOU HAVE NO NAME IN YOUR LANGUAGE. 
YOU CAN CUT IT OFF,
IF YOU WISH, WITH YOUR SCREENS, WHICH EVEN I CAN SEE ARE OF A SURPRISINGLY HIGH 
ORDER OF
EFFICIENCY. THERE, THIS EDUCATOR WILL NOW WORK AS IT SHOULD. PLEASE PUT ON THE 
REMODELED HELMETS,
ALL FOUR OF YOU."
THEY DID SO, AND THE PENCILS OF FORCE MOVED LEVERS, SWITCHES, AND DIALS AS 
POSITIVELY AS
HUMAN HANDS COULD HAVE MOVED THEM, AND WITH VASTLY GREATER SPEED AND 
PRECISION. AS THE DIALS
MOVED, EACH BRAIN RECEIVED CLEARLY AND PLAINLY A KNOWLEDGE OF THE CUSTOMS, 
LANGUAGE, AND
MANNERS OF THE INHABITANTS OF NORLAMIN. EACH MIND BECAME SUFFUSED WITH A 
VAST, IMMEASURABLE
PEACE, CALM POWER, AND A DEPTH AND BREADTH OF MENTAL VISION THERETOFORE 
UNDREAMED-OF. LOOKING
DEEP INTO HIS MIND THEY SENSED A QUIET, PLACID CERTAINTY, BEHELD POWER AND 
KNOWLEDGE TO THEM
ILLIMITABLE, PERCEIVED DEPTHS OF WISDOM TO THEM UNPLUMBABLE.
THEN FROM HIS MIND INTO THEIRS THERE FLOWED SMOOTHLY A MIGHTY STREAM OF 
COMPREHENSION
OF COSMIC PHENOMENA. THEY HAZILY SAW INFINITELY SMALL UNITS GROUPED INTO 
PLANETARY FORMATIONS
TO FORM PRACTICALLY DIMENSIONLESS AGGREGATES. THESE IN TURN GROUPED TO FORM 
SLIGHTLY LARGER ONES,
AND AFTER A LONG SUCCESSION OF SUCH GROUPINGS THEY KNEW THAT THE 
COMPARATIVELY GIGANTIC BODIES
WHICH THEN HELD THEIR ATTENTION WERE IN REALITY ELECTRONS, THE SMALLEST UNITS 
RECOGNIZED BY EARTHLY
SCIENCE. THEY CLEARLY UNDERSTOOD THE COMBINATIONS OF SUBATOMIC CONSTITUENTS 
INTO ATOMS. THEY
PERCEIVED PLAINLY THE WAY IN WHICH ATOMS BUILD UP MOLECULES, AND 
COMPREHENDED THE MOLECULAR
STRUCTURE OF MATTER. IN MATHEMATICAL THOUGHTS ONLY DIMLY GRASPED, EVEN BY 
SEATON AND CRANE,
WERE LAID BEFORE THEM THE FUNDAMENTAL LAWS OF PHYSICS, OF ELECTRICITY, OF 
GRAVITATION, AND OF
CHEMISTRY. THEY SAW GLOBULAR MASSES OF MATTER, THE SUNS AND THEIR PLANETS, 
COMPRISING SOLAR
SYSTEMS; SAW SOLAR SYSTEMS, IN ACCORDANCE WITH THOSE IMMUTABLE LAWS, GROUPED 
INTO GALAXIES.
GALAXIES IN TURN—HERE THE FLOW WAS SUDDENLY SHUT OFF AS THOUGH A VALVE HAD 
BEEN CLOSED, AND THE
ASTRONOMER SPOKE.
"PARDON ME. YOUR BRAINS SHOULD BE STORED ONLY WITH THE MATERIAL YOU DESIRE 
MOST AND CAN
USE TO THE BEST ADVANTAGE, FOR YOUR MENTAL CAPACITY IS EVEN MORE LIMITED THAN 
MY OWN. PLEASE
UNDERSTAND THAT I SPEAK IN NO DEROGATORY SENSE; IT IS ONLY THAT YOUR RACE HAS 
MANY THOUSANDS OF
GENERATIONS TO GO BEFORE YOUR MINDS SHOULD BE STORED WITH KNOWLEDGE 
INDISCRIMINATELY. WE
OURSELVES HAVE NOT REACHED THAT STAGE, AND WE ARE PERHAPS MILLIONS OF YEARS 
OLDER THAN ARE YOU.
AND YET," HE CONTINUED MUSINGLY, "I ENVY YOU. KNOWLEDGE IS, OF COURSE, 
RELATIVE, AND I CAN KNOW
SO LITTLE! TIME AND SPACE HAVE YIELDED NOT AN IOTA OF THEIR MYSTERY TO OUR MOST 
PENETRANT MINDS.
AND WHETHER WE DELVE BAFFLED INTO THE UNKNOWN SMALLNESS OF THE SMALL, OR 
WHETHER WE PEER,
BLIND AND HELPLESS, INTO THE UNKNOWN LARGENESS OF THE LARGE, IT IS THE SAME— 
INFINITY IS
COMPREHENSIBLE ONLY TO THE INFINITE ONE: THE ALL-SHAPING FORCE DIRECTING AND 
CONTROLLING THE
UNIVERSE AND THE UNKNOWABLE SPHERE. THE MORE WE KNOW, THE VASTER THE VIRGIN 
FIELDS OF
INVESTIGATION OPENED TO US, AND THE MORE INFINITESIMAL BECOMES OUR 
KNOWLEDGE. BUT I AM PERHAPS
KEEPING YOU FROM MORE IMPORTANT ACTIVITIES. AS YOU APPROACH NORLAMIN MORE 
NEARLY I SHALL
GUIDE YOU TO MY OBSERVATORY. I AM GLAD INDEED THAT IT IS IN MY LIFETIME THAT YOU 
HAVE COME TO US,
AND I AWAIT ANXIOUSLY THE OPPORTUNITY OF GREETING YOU IN THE FLESH. THE YEARS 
REMAINING TO ME OF
THIS CYCLE OF EXISTENCE ARE FEW, AND I HAD ALMOST CEASED HOPING TO WITNESS 
YOUR COMING."
THE PROJECTION VANISHED INSTANTANEOUSLY, AND THE FOUR STARED AT EACH OTHER 
IN AN
INCREDULOUS DAZE OF ASTONISHMENT. SEATON FINALLY BROKE THE STUNNED SILENCE.
"WELL, I'LL BE KICKED TO DEATH BY LITTLE RED SPIDERS!" HE EJACULATED. "MART, 
DID YOU SEE WHAT
I SAW? I THOUGHT—HOPED, MAYBE—THAT I WAS EXPECTING SOMETHING LIKE THAT, 
BUT I WASN'T—IT
BREAKS ME OFF AT THE ANKLES YET, JUST TO THINK OF IT!"
CRANE WALKED OVER TO THE EDUCATOR IN SILENCE. HE EXAMINED IT, FELT OF THE 
CHANGED COILS
AND TRANSFORMERS, AND GENTLY SHOOK THE NEW INSULATING BASE OF THE GREAT 
POWER-TUBE. STILL IN
SILENCE HE TURNED HIS BACK, WALKED AROUND THE INSTRUMENT BOARD, READ THE 
METERS, THEN WENT BACK
AND AGAIN INSPECTED THE EDUCATOR.
"IT WAS REAL, AND NOT A HIGHER DEVELOPMENT OF HYPNOTISM, AS I THOUGHT AT FIRST 
THAT IT MUST
BE," HE REPORTED SERIOUSLY. "HYPNOTISM, IF SUFFICIENTLY ADVANCED, MIGHT HAVE 
AFFECTED US IN THAT
FASHION, EVEN TO TEACHING US ALL A STRANGE LANGUAGE, BUT BY NO POSSIBILITY 
COULD IT HAVE HAD SUCH
AN EFFECT UPON COPPER, STEEL, BAKELITE, AND GLASS. IT WAS CERTAINLY REAL, AND 
WHILE I CANNOT BEGIN TO
UNDERSTAND IT, I WILL SAY THAT YOUR IMAGINATION HAS CERTAINLY VINDICATED 
ITSELF. A RACE WHO CAN DO
SUCH THINGS AS THAT CAN DO ALMOST ANYTHING. YOU HAVE BEEN RIGHT, FROM THE 
START."
"THEN YOU CAN BEAT THOSE HORRIBLE FENACHRONE, AFTER ALL!" CRIED DOROTHY, 
AND THREW
HERSELF INTO HER HUSBAND'S ARMS.
"DO YOU REMEMBER, DICK, THAT I HAILED YOU ONCE AS COLUMBUS AT SAN 
SALVADOR?" ASKED
MARGARET UNSTEADILY FROM CRANE'S ENCIRCLING ARMS. "WHAT COULD A MAN BE 
CALLED WHO FROM THE
SHEER DEPTHS OF HIS IMAGINATION CALLED FORTH THE MEANS OF SAVING FROM 
DESTRUCTION ALL THE
CIVILIZATIONS OF MILLIONS OF ENTIRE WORLDS?"
"DON'T TALK THAT WAY, PLEASE, FOLKS," SEATON WAS PLAINLY UNCOMFORTABLE. HE 
BLUSHED, THE
BURNING RED TIDE RISING IN WAVES UP TO HIS HAIR AS HE WRIGGLED IN 
EMBARRASSMENT, LIKE ANY
SCHOOLBOY. "MART'S DONE MOST OF IT, ANYWAY, YOU KNOW; AND EVEN AT THAT, WE 
AREN'T OUT OF THE
WOODS YET, BY FORTY-SEVEN ROWS OF APPLE TREES."
"YOU WILL ADMIT, WILL YOU NOT, THAT WE CAN SEE OUR WAY OUT OF THE WOODS, AT 
LEAST, AND THAT
YOU YOURSELF FEEL RATHER RELIEVED?" ASKED CRANE.
"I'LL SAY I'M RELIEVED! WE OUGHT TO BE ABLE TO TAKE 'EM, WITH THE NORLAMINIANS 
BACKING US.
IF THEY HAVEN'T ALREADY GOT THE STUFF WE NEED THEY WILL KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT—
EVEN IF THAT ZONE
ACTUALLY IS IMPENETRABLE, I'LL BET THEY'LL BE ABLE TO WORK OUT SOME SOLUTION. 
RELIEVED? THAT DON'T
HALF TELL IT, GUY—I FEEL LIKE I'D JUST PITCHED OFF THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA WHO'S 
BEEN RIDING ON MY
NECK! WHAT SAY YOU GIRLS GET YOUR FIDDLE AND GUITAR AND WE'LL SING US A LITTLE 
SONG? I FEEL GOOD—
THEY HAD ME WORRIED—IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'VE FELT LIKE SINGING SINCE WE CUT 
THAT WARSHIP UP."
DOROTHY BROUGHT OUT HER "FIDDLE"—THE MAGNIFICENT STRADIVARIUS, FORMERLY 
CRANE'S, WHICH
HE HAD GIVEN HER—MARGARET HER GUITAR, AND THEY SANG ONE ROLLICKING NUMBER 
AFTER ANOTHER.
THOUGH BY NO MEANS A METROPOLITAN OPERA QUARTETTE, THEIR VOICES WERE ALL 
BETTER THAN MEDIOCRE,
AND THEY HAD SUNG TOGETHER SO MUCH THAT THEY HARMONIZED READILY.
"WHY DON'T YOU PLAY US SOME REAL MUSIC, DOTTIE?" ASKED MARGARET, AFTER A 
TIME. "YOU
HAVEN'T PRACTICED FOR AGES."
"RIGHT. THIS QUARTETTE OF OURS AIN'T SO HOT," AGREED SEATON. "IF WE HAD ANY 
AUDIENCE EXCEPT
SHIRO, THEY'D PROBABLY BE THROWING EGGS BY THIS TIME."
"I HAVEN'T FELT LIKE PLAYING LATELY, BUT I DO NOW," AND DOROTHY STOOD UP AND 
SWEPT THE BOW
OVER THE STRINGS. DOCTOR OF MUSIC IN VIOLIN, AN ACCOMPLISHED MUSICIAN, PLAYING 
UPON ONE OF THE
FINEST INSTRUMENTS THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN, SHE WAS LIFTED OUT OF HERSELF BY 
RELIEF FROM THE
DREAD OF THE FENACHRONE INVASION AND THAT SPLENDID VIOLIN EXPRESSED EVERY 
SUBTLE NUANCE OF HER
THOUGHT.
SHE PLAYED RHAPSODIES AND PAEANS, AND SOLOS BY THE GREAT MASTERS. SHE PLAYED 
VIVACIOUS
DANCES, THEN "TRAUMEREI" AND "LIEBESTRAUM". AT LAST SHE SWEPT INTO THE 
IMMORTAL "MEDITATION,"
AND AS THE LAST NOTE DIED AWAY SEATON HELD OUT HIS ARMS. "YOU'RE A BLINDING 
FLASH AND A DEAFENING
REPORT, DOTTIE DIMPLE, AND I LOVE YOU," HE DECLARED—AND HIS EYES AND HIS ARMS 
SPOKE VOLUMES
THAT HIS LIGHT UTTERANCE HAD LEFT UNSAID.
NORLAMIN CLOSE ENOUGH SO THAT ITS IMAGES ALMOST FILLED NUMBER SIX VISIPLATE, 
THE FOUR
WANDERERS STUDIED IT WITH INTEREST. PARTIALLY OBSCURED BY CLOUDS AND WITH 
POLAR REGIONS TWO
GLARING CAPS OF SNOW—THEY WOULD BE GREEN IN A FEW MONTHS, WHEN THE PLANET 
WOULD SWING
INSIDE THE ORBIT OF ITS SUN AROUND THE VAST CENTRAL LUMINARY OF THAT COMPLEX 
SOLAR SYSTEM—IT MADE
A MAGNIFICENT PICTURE. THEY SAW SPARKLING BLUE OCEANS AND HUGE GREEN 
CONTINENTS OF UNFAMILIAR
OUTLINES. SO TERRIFIC WAS THE VELOCITY OF THE SPACE-CRUISER THAT THE IMAGE 
GREW LARGER AS THEY
WATCHED IT, AND SOON THE FIELD OF VISION COULD NOT CONTAIN THE IMAGE OF THE 
WHOLE DISK.
"WELL, I EXPECT ORION'LL BE SHOWING UP PRETTY QUICK NOW," REMARKED SEATON; 
AND IT WAS
NOT LONG UNTIL THE PROJECTION APPEARED IN THE AIR OF THE CONTROL ROOM.
"HAIL, TERRESTRIALS!" HE GREETED THEM. "WITH YOUR PERMISSION, I SHALL DIRECT 
YOUR FLIGHT."
PERMISSION GRANTED, THE FIGURE FLOATED ACROSS THE ROOM TO THE BOARD AND THE 
RAYS OF FORCE
CENTERED THE VISIPLATE, CHANGED THE DIRECTION OF THE BAR A TRIFLE, DECREASED 
SLIGHTLY THEIR NEGATIVE
ACCELERATION, AND DIRECTED A STREAM OF FORCE UPON THE STEERING MECHANISM.
"WE SHALL ALIGHT UPON THE GROUNDS OF MY OBSERVATORY UPON NORLAMIN IN SEVEN 
THOUSAND
FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY EIGHT SECONDS," HE ANNOUNCED PRESENTLY. "THE 
OBSERVATORY WILL BE UPON THE
DARK SIDE OF NORLAMIN WHEN WE ARRIVE, BUT I HAVE A FORCE OPERATING UPON THE 
STEERING MECHANISM
WHICH WILL GUIDE THE VESSEL ALONG THE REQUIRED CURVED PATH. I SHALL REMAIN 
WITH YOU UNTIL WE LAND,
AND WE MAY CONVERSE UPON ANY TOPIC OF INTEREST TO YOU."
"WE CAME IN SEARCH OF YOU SPECIFICALLY TO DISCUSS A MATTER IN WHICH YOU WILL 
BE AS MUCH
INTERESTED AS WE ARE. BUT IT WOULD TAKE TOO LONG TO TELL YOU ABOUT IT—I'LL 
SHOW YOU."
HE BROUGHT OUT THE MAGNETIC BRAIN RECORD, THREADED IT INTO THE MACHINE AND 
HANDED THE
ASTRONOMER A HEAD-SET. ORION PUT IT ON, TOUCHED THE LEVER, AND FOR AN HOUR 
THERE WAS UNBROKEN
SILENCE. THERE WAS NO PAUSE IN THE MOTION OF THE MAGNETIC TAPE, NO 
REPETITION—ORION'S BRAIN
ABSORBED THE INFORMATION AS FAST AS IT COULD BE SENT, AND UNDERSTOOD THAT 
FRIGHTFUL RECORDING IN
EVERY PARTICULAR.
AS THE END OF THE TAPE WAS REACHED A SHADOW PASSED OVER ORION'S FACE.
"TRULY A DEPRAVED EVOLUTION—IT IS SAD TO CONTEMPLATE SUCH A PERVERSION OF A 
REALLY
EXCELLENT BRAIN. THEY HAVE POWER, EVEN AS YOU HAVE, AND THEY HAVE THE WILL TO 
DESTROY, WHICH IS A
THING THAT I CANNOT UNDERSTAND. HOWEVER, IF IT IS GRAVEN UPON THE SPHERE THAT 
WE ARE TO PASS, IT
MEANS ONLY THAT UPON THE NEXT PLANE WE SHALL CONTINUE OUR SEARCHES—LET US 
HOPE WITH BETTER
TOOLS AND WITH GREATER UNDERSTANDING THAN WE NOW POSSESS."
" 'SMALLER?" SNAPPED SEATON SAVAGELY. "GOING TO TAKE IT LYING DOWN, WITHOUT 
PUTTING UP
ANY FIGHT AT ALL?"
"WHAT CAN WE DO? VIOLENCE IS CONTRARY TO OUR VERY NATURES. NO MAN OF 
NORLAMIN COULD
OFFER ANY BUT PASSIVE RESISTANCE."
"YOU CAN DO A LOT IF YOU WILL. PUT ON THAT HEADSET AGAIN AND GET MY PLAN, 
OFFERING ANY
SUGGESTIONS YOUR FAR ABLER MIND MAY SUGGEST."
AS THE HUMAN SCIENTIST POURED HIS PLAN OF BATTLE INTO THE BRAIN OF THE 
ASTRONOMER, ORION'S
FACE CLEARED.
"IT IS GRAVEN UPON THE SPHERE THAT THE FENACHRONE SHALL PASS," HE SAID 
FINALLY. "WHAT YOU
ASK OF US WE CAN DO. I HAVE ONLY A GENERAL KNOWLEDGE OF RAYS, AS THEY ARE NOT IN 
THE PROVINCE OF
THE ORION FAMILY; BUT THE STUDENT ROVOL, OF THE FAMILY ROVOL OF RAYS, HAS ALL 
PRESENT KNOWLEDGE
OF SUCH PHENOMENA. TOMORROW I WILL BRING YOU TOGETHER, AND I HAVE LITTLE 
DOUBT THAT HE WILL BE
ABLE, WITH THE HELP OF YOUR METAL OF POWER, TO SOLVE YOUR PROBLEM."
"I DON'T QUITE UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT A WHOLE FAMILY STUDYING ONE 
SUBJECT, AND
YET HAVING ONLY ONE STUDENT IN IT," SAID DOROTHY, IN PERPLEXITY.
"A LITTLE EXPLANATION IS PERHAPS NECESSARY. FIRST, YOU MUST KNOW THAT EVERY 
MAN OF
NORLAMIN IS A STUDENT, AND MOST OF US ARE STUDENTS OF SCIENCE. WITH US, 'LABOR' 
MEANS MENTAL
EFFORT, THAT IS, STUDY. WE PERFORM NO PHYSICAL OR MANUAL LABOR SAVE FOR 
EXERCISE, AS ALL OUR
MECHANICAL WORK IS DONE BY FORCES. THIS STATE OF THINGS HAVING ENDURED FOR 
MANY THOUSANDS OF
YEARS IT LONG AGO BECAME EVIDENT THAT SPECIALIZATION WAS NECESSARY IN ORDER TO 
AVOID DUPLICATION
OF EFFORT AND TO INSURE COMPLETE COVERAGE OF THE FIELD. SOON AFTERWARD, IT 
WAS DISCOVERED THAT
VERY LITTLE PROGRESS WAS BEING MADE IN ANY BRANCH, BECAUSE SO MUCH WAS KNOWN 
THAT IT TOOK A
LIFETIME TO REVIEW THAT WHICH HAD ALREADY BEEN ACCOMPLISHED, EVEN IN A 
NARROW AND HIGHLY-
SPECIALIZED FIELD. MANY POINTS WERE STUDIED FOR YEARS BEFORE IT WAS 
DISCOVERED THAT THE IDENTICAL
WORK HAD BEEN DONE BEFORE, AND EITHER FORGOTTEN OR OVERLOOKED. TO REMEDY 
THIS CONDITION THE
MECHANICAL EDUCATOR HAD TO BE DEVELOPED. ONCE IT WAS PERFECTED A NEW SYSTEM 
WAS BEGUN. ONE
MAN WAS ASSIGNED TO EACH SMALL SUBDIVISION OF SCIENTIFIC ENDEAVOR, TO STUDY IT 
INTENSIVELY. WHEN
HE BECAME OLD EACH MAN CHOSE A SUCCESSOR—USUALLY A SON—AND TRANSFERRED 
HIS OWN KNOWLEDGE
TO THE YOUNGER STUDENT. HE ALSO MADE A COMPLETE RECORD OF HIS OWN BRAIN, IN 
MUCH THE SAME WAY
AS YOU HAVE RECORDED THE BRAIN OF THE FENACHRONE UPON YOUR METALLIC TAPE. 
THESE RECORDS ARE ALL
STORED IN A GREAT CENTRAL LIBRARY, AS PERMANENT REFERENCES.
"ALL THESE THINGS BEING TRUE, NOW A YOUNG PERSON NEED ONLY FINISH AN 
ELEMENTARY
EDUCATION—JUST ENOUGH TO LEARN TO THINK, WHICH TAKES ONLY ABOUT TWENTY-
FIVE OR THIRTY
YEARS—AND HE IS READY TO BEGIN ACTUAL WORK. WHEN THAT TIME COMES HE 
RECEIVES IN ONE DAY ALL THE
KNOWLEDGE OF HIS SPECIALTY WHICH HAS BEEN ACCUMULATED BY HIS PREDECESSORS 
DURING MANY
THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF INTENSIVE STUDY." 
"WHEW!" SEATON WHISTLED. "NO WONDER YOU FOLKS KNOW SOMETHING! WITH THAT 
START, I
BELIEVE I MIGHT KNOW SOMETHING MYSELF! AS AN ASTRONOMER, YOU MAY BE 
INTERESTED IN THIS STAR-
CHART AND STUFF—OR DO YOU KNOW ALL ABOUT THAT ALREADY?"
"NO, THE FENACHRONE ARE FAR AHEAD OF US IN THAT SUBJECT, BECAUSE OF THEIR 
OBSERVATORIES OUT
IN OPEN SPACE AND BECAUSE OF THEIR GIGANTIC REFLECTORS, WHICH CANNOT BE USED 
THROUGH ANY
ATMOSPHERE. WE ARE FURTHER HAMPERED IN HAVING DARKNESS FOR ONLY A FEW 
HOURS AT A TIME AND ONLY
IN WINTER, WHEN OUR PLANET IS OUTSIDE THE ORBIT OF OUR SUN AROUND THE GREAT 
CENTRAL SUN OF OUR
ENTIRE SYSTEM. HOWEVER, WITH THE ROVOLON YOU HAVE BROUGHT US, WE SHALL HAVE 
REAL OBSERVATORIES
FAR OUT IN SPACE; AND FOR THAT I PERSONALLY WILL BE INDEBTED TO YOU MORE THAN I 
CAN EVER EXPRESS.
AS FOR THE CHART, I HOPE TO HAVE THE PLEASURE OF EXAMINING IT WHILE YOU ARE 
CONFERRING WITH ROVOL
OF RAYS."
"HOW MANY FAMILIES ARE WORKING ON RAYS—JUST ONE?"
"ONE UPON EACH KIND OF RAYS. THAT IS, EACH OF THE RAY FAMILIES KNOWS A GREAT 
DEAL ABOUT
ALL KINDS OF VIBRATIONS OF THE ETHER, BUT IS SPECIALIZING UPON ONE NARROW FIELD. 
TAKE, FOR INSTANCE,
THE RAYS YOU ARE MOST INTERESTED IN; THOSE ABLE TO PENETRATE A ZONE OF FORCE. 
FROM MY OWN SLIGHT
AND GENERAL KNOWLEDGE I KNOW THAT IT WOULD OF NECESSITY BE A RAY OF THE FIFTH 
ORDER. THESE RAYS
ARE VERY NEW—THEY HAVE BEEN UNDER INVESTIGATION ONLY A FEW THOUSANDS OF 
YEARS—AND THE ROVOL
IS THE ONLY STUDENT WHO WOULD BE AT ALL WELL INFORMED UPON THEM. SHALL I 
EXPLAIN THE ORDERS OF
RAYS MORE FULLY THAN I DID BY MEANS OF THE EDUCATOR?"
"PLEASE. YOU ASSUMED THAT WE KNEW MORE THAN WE DO, SO A LITTLE EXPLANATION 
WOULD HELP."
"ALL ORDINARY VIBRATIONS—THAT IS, ALL MOLECULAR AND MATERIAL ONES, SUCH AS 
LIGHT, HEAT,
ELECTRICITY, RADIO, AND THE LIKE —WERE ARBITRARILY CALLED WAVES OF THE FIRST 
ORDER, IN ORDER TO
DISTINGUISH THEM FROM WAVES OF THE SECOND ORDER, WHICH ARE GIVEN OFF BY 
PARTICLES OF THE SECOND
ORDER, WHICH YOU KNOW AS PROTONS AND ELECTRONS, IN THEIR COMBINATION TO FORM 
ATOMS. YOUR
SCIENTIST MILLIKAN DISCOVERED THESE RAYS FOR YOU, AND IN YOUR LANGUAGE THEY 
ARE KNOWN AS
MILLIKAN, OR COSMIC, RAYS.
"SOME TIME LATER, WHEN SUB-ELECTRONS OF THE FIRST AND SECOND LEVELS WERE 
IDENTIFIED, THE
ENERGIES GIVEN OFF BY THEIR COMBINATIONS OR DISRUPTIONS WERE CALLED RAYS OF 
THE THIRD AND FOURTH
ORDERS. THESE RAYS ARE MOST INTERESTING AND MOST USEFUL; IN FACT, THEY DO ALL 
OUR MECHANICAL WORK.
THEY AS A CLASS ARE CALLED PROTELECTRICITY, AND BEAR THE SAME RELATION TO 
ORDINARY ELECTRICITY THAT
ELECTRICITY DOES TO TORQUE—BOTH ARE PURE ENERGY, AND THEY ARE 
INTERCONVERTIBLE. UNLIKE ELECTRICITY,
HOWEVER, IT MAY BE CONVERTED INTO MANY DIFFERENT FORMS BY FIELDS OF FORCE, IN 
A WAY COMPARABLE
TO THAT IN WHICH WHITE LIGHT IS RESOLVED INTO COLORS BY A PRISM—OR RATHER, 
MORE LIKE THE WAY
ALTERNATING CURRENT IS CHANGED TO DIRECT CURRENT BY A MOTOR-GENERATOR SET, 
WITH ATTENDANT CHANGES
IN PROPERTIES. THERE ARE TWO COMPLETE SPECTRA, OF ABOUT FIVE HUNDRED AND 
FIFTEEN HUNDRED BANDS,
RESPECTIVELY, EACH AS DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHERS AS RED IS DIFFERENT FROM 
GREEN. THUS, THE POWER THAT
PROPELS YOUR SPACE-VESSEL, YOUR ATTRACTORS, YOUR REPELLORS, YOUR OBJECT-
COMPASS, YOUR ZONE OF
FORCE—ALL THESE THINGS ARE SIMPLY A FEW OF THE FIFTEEN HUNDRED WAVE-BANDS 
OF THE FOURTH ORDER,
ALL OF WHICH YOU DOUBTLESS WOULD HAVE WORKED OUT FOR YOURSELVES IN TIME. 
SINCE I KNOW
PRACTICALLY NOTHING OF THE FIFTH— THE FIRST SUB-ETHEREAL LEVEL—AND SINCE 
THAT ORDER IS TO BE YOUR
PRIME INTEREST, I WILL LEAVE IT ENTIRELY TO ROVOL."
"IF I KNEW A FRACTION OF YOUR 'PRACTICALLY NOTHING' I'D THINK I KNEW A LOT. BUT 
ABOUT THIS
FIFTH ORDER—IS THAT AS FAR AS THEY GO?"
"MY KNOWLEDGE IS SLIGHT AND VERY GENERAL; ONLY SUCH AS I MUST HAVE IN ORDER 
TO
UNDERSTAND MY OWN SUBJECT. THE FIFTH ORDER CERTAINLY IS NOT THE END—IT IS 
PROBABLY SCARCELY A
BEGINNING. WE THINK NOW THAT THE ORDERS EXTEND TO INFINITE SMALL-NESS, JUST AS 
THE GALAXIES ARE
GROUPED INTO LARGER AGGREGATIONS, WHICH ARE PROBABLY IN THEIR TURN ONLY TINY 
UNITS IN A SCHEME
INFINITELY LARGE.
"OVER SIX THOUSAND YEARS AGO THE LAST FOURTH ORDER RAYS WERE WORKED OUT; 
AND CERTAIN
PECULIARITIES IN THEIR BEHAVIOR LED THE THEN ROVOL TO SUSPECT THE EXISTENCE OF 
THE FIFTH ORDER.
SUCCESSIVE GENERATIONS OF THE ROVOL PROVED THEIR EXISTENCE, DETERMINED THE 
CONDITIONS OF THEIR
LIBERATION, AND FOUND THAT THIS METAL OF POWER WAS THE ONLY CATALYST ABLE TO 
LIBERATE THEM IN
USABLE QUANTITY. THIS METAL, WHICH WAS CALLED ROVOLON AFTER THE ROVOL, WAS 
FIRST DESCRIBED UPON
THEORETICAL GROUNDS AND LATER WAS FOUND, BY SPECTROSCOPY, IN CERTAIN STARS, 
NOTABLY IN ONE STAR
ONLY EIGHT LIGHT-YEARS AWAY; AND A FEW MICROGRAMS HAVE BEEN OBTAINED FROM 
METEORITES. ENOUGH
FOR STUDY, AND TO PERFORM A FEW TESTS, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO BE OF ANY PRACTICAL 
USE."
"AH . . . I SEE. THOSE VISITS, THEN WERE REAL—YOU NORLAMINIANS DID OPERATE 
THROUGH A ZONE
OF FORCE ON OSNOME AND URVANIA."
"IN A VERY SMALL WAY, YES. ON THOSE PLANETS AND ELSEWHERE, SPECIFICALLY TO 
ATTRACT THE
ATTENTION OF SUCH VISITORS AS YOU. 
AND EVER SINCE THAT TIME THE FAMILY ROVOL HAVE BEEN PERFECTING THE THEORY OF 
THE FIFTH
ORDER AND WAITING FOR YOUR COMING. THE PRESENT ROVOL, LIKE MYSELF AND MANY 
OTHERS WHOSE WORK
IS ALMOST AT A STANDSTILL, IS WAITING WITH ALL-CONSUMING EAGERNESS TO GREET YOU 
AS SOON AS THE
SKYLARK CAN BE LANDED UPON OUR PLANET."
"NEITHER YOUR ROCKET-SHIPS NOR PROJECTIONS COULD GET YOU ANY ROVOLON?"
"EXCEPT FOR THE MINUTE QUANTITIES ALREADY MENTIONED, NO. EVERY HUNDRED 
YEARS OR SO
SOMEONE DEVELOPS A NEW TYPE OF ROCKET THAT HE THINKS MAY STAND A SLIGHT 
CHANCE OF MAKING THE
JOURNEY TO THAT ROVOLON-BEARING SOLAR SYSTEM, BUT NOT ONE OF THOSE 
VENTURESOME YOUTHS HAS AS
YET RETURNED. EITHER THAT SUN HAS NO PLANETS OR ELSE THE ROCKET-SHIPS HAVE 
FAILED. OUR PROJECTIONS
ARE USELESS, AS THEY CAN BE DRIVEN ONLY A VERY SHORT DISTANCE UPON OUR PRESENT 
CARRIER WAVE. WITH
A CARRIER OF THE FIFTH ORDER WE COULD DRIVE A PROJECTION TO ANY POINT IN THE 
GALAXY, SINCE ITS
VELOCITY WOULD BE MILLIONS OF TIMES THAT OF LIGHT AND THE POWER NECESSARY 
WOULD BE REDUCED
ACCORDINGLY—BUT AS I SAID BEFORE, SUCH WAVES CANNOT BE GENERATED WITHOUT 
THE METAL ROVOLON."
"I HATE TO BREAK THIS UP—I'D LIKE TO LISTEN TO YOU TALK FOR A WEEK—BUT WE'RE 
GOING TO LAND
PRETTY QUICK, AND IT LOOKS AS THOUGH WE WERE GOING TO LAND PRETTY HARD."
"WE WILL LAND SOON, BUT NOT HARD," REPLIED ORION CONFIDENTLY, AND THE 
LANDING WAS AS HE
HAD FORETOLD. THE SKYLARK WAS FALLING WITH AN EVER-DECREASING VELOCITY, BUT 
SO FAST WAS THE
DESCENT THAT IT SEEMED TO THE WATCHERS AS THOUGH THEY MUST CRASH THROUGH 
THE ROOF OF THE HUGE,
BRILLIANTLY-LIGHTED BUILDING TOWARD WHICH THEY WERE DROPPING. BUT THEY DID 
NOT STRIKE THE
OBSERVATORY. SO INCREDIBLY ACCURATE WERE THE CALCULATIONS OF THE 
NORLAMINIAN ASTRONOMER AND SO
INHUMANLY PRECISE WERE THE CONTROLS HE HAD SET UPON THEIR BAR THAT AS THEY 
TOUCHED THE GROUND
AFTER BARELY CLEARING THE DOMED ROOF, THE PASSENGERS FELT ONLY A SUDDEN 
DECREASE IN ACCELERATION,
LIKE THAT FOLLOWING THE COMING TO REST OF A RAPIDLY-MOVING ELEVATOR AFTER IT 
HAS COMPLETED A
DOWNWARD JOURNEY.
"I SHALL JOIN YOU IN PERSON VERY SHORTLY," ORION SAID, AND THE PROJECTION 
VANISHED.
"WELL, WE'RE HERE, FOLKS, ON ANOTHER NEW WORLD. NOT QUITE AS THRILLING AS THE 
FIRST ONE WAS,
IS IT?" AND SEATON STEPPED TOWARD THE DOOR.
"HOW ABOUT THE AIR COMPOSITION, DENSITY, GRAVITY, TEMPERATURE, AND SO ON?" 
ASKED CRANE.
"PERHAPS WE SHOULD MAKE A FEW TESTS."
"DIDN'T YOU GET THAT ON THE EDUCATOR? THOUGHT YOU DID. GRAVITY A LITTLE LESS 
THAN SEVEN-
TENTHS. AIR COMPOSITION, SAME AS OSNOME AND DASOR. PRESSURE, HALF-WAY 
BETWEEN EARTH AND
OSNOME. TEMPERATURE, LIKE OSNOME MOST OF THE TIME, BUT FAIRLY COMFORTABLE 
IN THE WINTER. SNOW
NOW AT THE POLES, BUT THIS OBSERVATORY IS ONLY TEN DEGREES FROM THE EQUATOR. 
THEY DON'T WEAR
CLOTHES ENOUGH TO FLAG A HAND-CAR WITH HERE, EITHER, EXCEPT WHEN THEY HAVE 
TO. LET'S GO!"
HE OPENED THE DOOR AND THE FOUR TRAVELERS STEPPED OUT UPON A CLOSE-CROPPED 
LAWN—A TURF
WHOSE BLUE-GREEN SOFTNESS WOULD SHAME AN ORIENTAL RUG. THE LANDSCAPE WAS 
ILLUMINATED BY A
SOFT AND MELLOW, YET INTENSE GREEN LIGHT WHICH EMANATED FROM NO VISIBLE 
SOURCE. AS THEY PAUSED
AND GLANCED ABOUT THEM THEY SAW THAT THE SKYLARK HAD ALIGHTED IN THE EXACT 
CENTER OF A CIRCULAR
ENCLOSURE A HUNDRED YARDS IN DIAMETER, WALLED BY ROW UPON ROW OF SHRUBBERY, 
STATUARY, AND
FOUNTAINS, ALL BATHED IN EVER-CHANGING BILLOWS OF LIGHT. AT ONLY ONE POINT WAS 
THE CIRCLE BROKEN.
THERE THE WALLS DID NOT COME TOGETHER, BUT CONTINUED ON TO .BORDER A LANE 
LEADING UP TO A MASSIVE
STRUCTURE OF CREAM-AND-GREEN MARBLE, TOPPED BY ITS ENORMOUS, GLASSY DOME—
THE OBSERVATORY OF
ORION.
"WELCOME TO NORLAMIN, TERRESTRIALS," THE DEEP, CALM VOICE OF THE 
ASTRONOMER GREETED
THEM, AND ORION IN THE FLESH SHOOK HANDS CORDIALLY IN THE AMERICAN FASHION 
WITH EACH OF THEM IN
TURN AND PLACED AROUND EACH NECK A CRYSTAL CHAIN FROM WHICH DEPENDED A 
SMALL NORLAMINIAN
CHRONOMETER-RADIOPHONE. BEHIND HIM THERE STOOD FOUR OTHER OLD MEN.
"THESE MEN ARE ALREADY ACQUAINTED WITH EACH OF YOU, BUT YOU DO NOT AS YET 
KNOW THEM. I
PRESENT FODAN, CHIEF OF THE FIVE OF NORLAMIN. ROVOL, ABOUT WHOM YOU KNOW. 
ASTRON, THE FIRST OF
ENERGY. SATRAZON, THE FIRST OF CHEMISTRY."
ORION FELL IN BESIDE SEATON AND THE PARTY TURNED TOWARD THE OBSERVATORY. AS 
THEY WALKED
ALONG THE EARTH-PEOPLE STARED, HELD BY THE UNEARTHLY BEAUTY OF THE GROUNDS. 
THE HEDGE OF
SHRUBBERY, FROM TEN TO TWENTY FEET HIGH, AND WHICH SHUT OUT ALL SIGHT OF 
EVERYTHING OUTSIDE IT, WAS
ONE MASS OF VIVID GREEN AND FLARING CRIMSON LEAVES; EACH LEAF AND TWIG 
GROOMED METICULOUSLY
INTO ITS PRECISE PLACE IN A FANTASTIC GEOMETRICAL SCHEME. JUST INSIDE THIS 
BOUNDARY THERE STOOD A
RING OF STATUES OF HEROIC SIZE. SOME OF THEM WERE SINGLE FIGURES OF MEN AND 
WOMEN; SOME WERE
BUSTS; SOME WERE GROUPS IN NATURAL OR ALLEGORICAL POSES—ALL WERE DONE WITH 
CONSUMMATE SKILL
AND FEELING. BETWEEN THE STATUES THERE WERE FOUNTAINS, MAGNIFICENT BRONZE 
AND GLASS GROUPS OF
THE STRANGE AQUATIC DENIZENS OF THIS STRANGE PLANET, BATHED IN GEOMETRICALLY-
SHAPED SPRAYS,
SCREENS, AND COLUMNS OF WATER. WINDING AROUND BETWEEN THE STATUES AND THE 
FOUNTAINS THERE WAS
A MOVING, SCINTILLATING WALL, AND UPON THE WATERS AND UPON THE WALL THERE 
PLAYED TORRENTS OF
COLOR, CATARACTS OF HARMONIOUSLY-BLENDED LIGHT. REDS, BLUES, YELLOWS, 
GREENS—EVERY COLOR OF
THEIR PECULIAR GREEN SPECTRUM AND EVERY CONCEIVABLE COMBINATION OF THOSE 
COLORS WRITHED AND
FLAMED IN INEFFABLE SPLENDOR UPON THOSE DEEP AND LIVING SCREENS OF FALLING 
WATER AND UPON THAT
SHIMMERING WALL.
AS THEY ENTERED THE LANE SEATON SAW WITH AMAZEMENT THAT WHAT HE HAD 
SUPPOSED A WALL,
NOW CLOSE AT HAND, WAS NOT A WALL AT ALL. IT WAS COMPOSED OF MYRIADS OF 
INDIVIDUAL SPARKLING
JEWELS, OF EVERY KNOWN COLOR, FOR THE MOST PART SELF-LUMINOUS; AND EACH GEM, 
APPARENTLY ENTIRELY
UNSUPPORTED, WAS DASHING IN AND OUT AND ALONG AMONG ITS FELLOWS, WEAVING AND 
DARTING HERE AND
THERE, FLYING AT HEADLONG SPEED ALONG AN EXTREMELY TORTUOUS, BUT EVIDENTLY 
CAREFULLY-CALCULATED
COURSE.
"WHAT CAN THAT BE, ANYWAY, DICK?" WHISPERED DOROTHY, AND SEATON TURNED TO 
HIS GUIDE.
"PARDON MY CURIOSITY, ORION, BUT WOULD YOU MIND EXPLAINING THAT MOVING 
WALL?"
"NOT AT ALL. THIS GARDEN HAS BEEN THE PRIVATE RETREAT OF THE FAMILY ORION FOR 
MANY
THOUSANDS OF YEARS, AND WOMEN OF OUR HOUSE HAVE BEEN BEAUTIFYING IT SINCE ITS 
INCEPTION. YOU
MAY HAVE OBSERVED THAT THE STATUARY IS VERY OLD. NO SUCH WORK HAS BEEN DONE 
FOR AGES. MODERN
ART HAS DEVELOPED ALONG THE LINES OF COLOR AND MOTION, HENCE THE LIGHTING 
EFFECTS AND THE TAPESTRY
WALL. EACH GEM IS HELD UPON THE END OF A MINUTE PENCIL OF FORCE, AND ALL THE 
PENCILS ARE CONTROLLED
BY A MACHINE WHICH HAS A KEY FOR EVERY JEWEL IN THE WALL."
CRANE, THE METHODICAL, STARED AT THE INNUMERABLE FLASHING JEWELS AND ASKED, 
"IT MUST HAVE
TAKEN A PRODIGIOUS AMOUNT OF TIME TO COMPLETE SUCH AN UNDERTAKING?"
"IT IS FAR FROM COMPLETE; IN FACT, IT IS SCARCELY BEGUN. IT WAS STARTED ONLY 
ABOUT FOUR
HUNDRED YEARS AGO."
"FOUR HUNDRED YEARS!" EXCLAIMED DOROTHY. "DO YOU LIVE THAT LONG? HOW LONG 
WILL IT TAKE
TO FINISH IT, AND WHAT WILL IT BE LIKE WHEN IT IS DONE?"
"NO, NONE OF US LIVE LONGER THAN ABOUT ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY YEARS—AT ABOUT 
THAT AGE
MOST OF US DECIDE TO PASS. WHEN THIS TAPESTRY WALL IS FINISHED, IT WILL NOT BE 
SIMPLY FORM AND
COLOR, AS IT IS NOW. IT WILL BE A PORTRAYAL OF THE HISTORY OF NORLAMIN FROM THE 
FIRST COOLING OF THE
PLANET. IT WILL, IN ALL PROBABILITY, REQUIRE THOUSANDS OF YEARS FOR ITS 
COMPLETION. YOU SEE, TIME IS
OF LITTLE IMPORTANCE TO US, AND WORKMANSHIP IS EVERYTHING. MY COMPANION WILL 
CONTINUE WORKING
UPON IT UNTIL WE DECIDE TO PASS; MY SON'S COMPANION MAY CONTINUE IT. IN ANY 
EVENT, MANY
GENERATIONS OF THE WOMEN OF THE ORION WILL WORK UPON IT UNTIL IT IS COMPLETE. 
WHEN IT IS DONE, IT
WILL BE A THING OF BEAUTY AS LONG AS NORLAMIN SHALL ENDURE."
"BUT SUPPOSE THAT YOUR SON'S WIFE ISN'T THAT KIND OF AN ARTIST? SUPPOSE SHE 
WOULD WANT TO
DO MUSIC OR PAINTING OR SOMETHING ELSE?" ASKED DOROTHY, CURIOUSLY.
"THAT IS QUITE POSSIBLE; FOR, FORTUNATELY, OUR ART IS NOT YET ENTIRELY 
INTELLECTUAL, AS IS OUR
MUSIC. THERE ARE MANY UNFINISHED ARTISTIC PROJECTS IN THE HOUSE OF ORION, AND 
IF THE COMPANION OF
MY SON SHOULD NOT FIND ONE TO HER LIKING, SHE WILL BE AT LIBERTY TO CONTINUE 
ANYTHING ELSE SHE MAY
HAVE BEGUN, OR TO START AN ENTIRELY NEW PROJECT OF HER OWN."
"YOU HAVE A FAMILY THEN?" ASKED MARGARET. "I'M AFRAID I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND 
THINGS VERY
WELL WHEN YOU GAVE THEM TO US OVER THE EDUCATOR."
"I SENT THINGS TOO FAST FOR YOU, NOT KNOWING THAT YOUR EDUCATOR WAS NEW TO 
YOU; A THING
WITH WHICH YOU WERE NOT THOROUGHLY FAMILIAR. I WILL THEREFORE EXPLAIN SOME 
THINGS IN LANGUAGE,
SINCE YOU ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE MECHANISM OF THOUGHT TRANSFERENCE. THE 
FIVE DO WHAT
GOVERNING IS NECESSARY FOR THE ENTIRE PLANET. THEIR DECREES ARE FOUNDED UPON 
SELF-EVIDENT TRUTH,
AND ARE THEREFORE THE LAW. POPULATION IS REGULATED ACCORDING TO THE NEEDS OF 
THE PLANET, AND SINCE
MUCH WORK IS NOW IN PROGRESS, AN INCREASE IN POPULATION WAS RECOMMENDED BY 
THE FIVE. MY
COMPANION AND I THEREFORE HAD THREE CHILDREN, INSTEAD OF THE CUSTOMARY TWO. 
BY LOT IT FELL TO US TO
HAVE TWO BOYS AND ONE GIRL. ONE OF THE BOYS WILL ASSUME MY DUTIES WHEN I PASS; 
THE OTHER WILL
TAKE OVER A PART OF SOME BRANCH OF SCIENCE THAT HAS GROWN TOO COMPLEX FOR 
ONE MAN TO HANDLE AS
A SPECIALIST SHOULD. IN FACT, HE HAS ALREADY CHOSEN HIS SPECIALTY AND BEEN 
ACCEPTED FOR IT—HE IS TO
BE THE NINE HUNDRED SIXTY SEVENTH OF CHEMISTRY, THE STUDENT OF THE 
ASYMMETRIC CARBON ATOM,
WHICH WILL THUS BE A SPECIALTY FROM THIS TIME HENCEFORTH.
"IT WAS LEARNED LONG AGO THAT THE MOST PERFECT CHILDREN WERE BORN OF 
PARENTS IN THE FULL
PRIME OF MENTAL LIFE, THAT IS, AT ABOUT ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF AGE. THEREFORE, 
WITH US EACH
GENERATION COVERS ONE HUNDRED YEARS. THE FIRST TWENTY FIVE YEARS OF A CHILD'S 
LIFE ARE SPENT AT
HOME WITH HIS PARENTS, DURING WHICH TIME HE ACQUIRES HIS ELEMENTARY 
EDUCATION IN THE COMMON
SCHOOLS. THEN BOYS AND GIRLS ALIKE MOVE TO THE COUNTRY OF YOUTH, WHERE THEY 
SPEND ANOTHER
TWENTY FIVE YEARS. THERE THEY DEVELOP THEIR BRAINS AND INITIATIVE BY 
CONDUCTING ANY RESEARCHES
THEY CHOOSE. MOST OF US, AT THAT AGE, SOLVE THE MOST BAFFLING PROBLEMS OF THE 
UNIVERSE, ONLY TO
DISCOVER LATER THAT OUR SOLUTIONS HAVE BEEN FALLACIOUS. HOWEVER, MUCH 
REALLY EXCELLENT WORK IS
DONE IN THE COUNTRY OF YOUTH, PRIMARILY BECAUSE OF THE NEW AND UNPREJUDICED 
VIEWPOINTS OF THE
VIRGIN MINDS THERE AT WORK. IN THAT COUNTRY ALSO EACH FINDS HIS LIFE'S 
COMPANION, THE ONE
NECESSARY TO ROUND OUT MERE EXISTENCE INTO A PERFECTION OF LIVING THAT NO 
PERSON, MAN OR WOMAN,
CAN EVER KNOW ALONE. I NEED NOT SPEAK TO YOU OF THE WONDERS OF LOVE OR OF THE 
COMPLETION AND
FULLNESS OF LIFE THAT IT BRINGS, FOR ALL FOUR OF YOU, CHILDREN THOUGH YOU ARE, 
KNOW LOVE IN FULL
MEASURE.
"AT FIFTY YEARS OF AGE THE MAN, NOW MENTALLY MATURE, IS RECALLED TO HIS FAMILY 
HOME, AS
HIS FATHER'S BRAIN IS NOW LOSING SOME OF ITS VIGOR AND KEENNESS. THE FATHER 
THEN TURNS OVER HIS
WORK TO THE SON BY MEANS OF THE EDUCATOR—AND WHEN THE WEIGHT OF THE 
ACCUMULATED KNOWLEDGE
OF A HUNDRED THOUSAND GENERATIONS OF RESEARCH IS IMPRESSED UPON THE SON'S 
BRAIN, HIS PLAY IS
OVER."
"WHAT DOES THE FATHER DO THEN?"
"HAVING MADE HIS BRAIN RECORD, ABOUT WHICH I HAVE TOLD YOU, HE AND HIS 
COMPANION—FOR
SHE HAS IN SIMILAR FASHION TURNED OVER HER WORK TO HER SUCCESSOR—RETIRE TO 
THE COUNTRY OF AGE,
WHERE THEY REST AND RELAX AFTER THEIR CENTURY OF EFFORT. THEY DO WHATEVER 
THEY CARE TO DO, FOR AS
LONG AS THEY PLEASE TO DO IT. FINALLY, AFTER ASSURING THEMSELVES THAT ALL IS 
WELL WITH THE CHILDREN,
THEY DECIDE THAT THEY ARE READY FOR THE CHANGE. THEN, SIDE BY SIDE AS THEY 
HAVE LABORED, THEY
PASS."
NOW AT THE DOOR OF THE OBSERVATORY, DOROTHY PAUSED AND SHRANK BACK AGAINST 
SEATON, HER
EYES WIDENING AS SHE STARED AT ORION.
"NO, DAUGHTER, WHY SHOULD WE FEAR THE CHANGE?" HE ANSWERED HER UNSPOKEN 
QUESTION,
CALM SERENITY IN EVERY INFLECTION OF HIS QUIET VOICE. "THE LIFE-PRINCIPLE IS 
UNKNOWABLE TO THE
FINITE MIND, AS IS THE ALL-CONTROLLING FORCE. BUT EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW 
NOTHING OF THE SUBLIME
GOAL TOWARD WHICH IT IS TRENDING, ANY PERSON RIPE FOR THE CHANGE CAN, AND OF 
COURSE DOES, LIBERATE
THE LIFE-PRINCIPLE SO THAT ITS PROGRESS MAY BE UNIMPEDED."
IN THE SPACIOUS ROOM OF THE OBSERVATORY, IN WHICH THE TERRESTRIALS AND THEIR 
NORLAMINIAN
HOSTS HAD BEEN LONG ENGAGED IN STUDY AND DISCUSSION, SEATON FINALLY ROSE, 
EXTENDED A HAND
TOWARD HIS WIFE, AND SPOKE TO ORION.
"YOUR PERIOD OF SLEEP BEGINS IN TWENTY MINUTES—AND WE'VE BEEN AWAKE FOR 
THIRTY HOURS,
WHICH IS A LONG TIME FOR US. WE WILL GO BACK TO OUR SKYLARK, AND WHEN THE 
PERIOD OF LABOR
BEGINS—THAT WILL GIVE US TEN HOURS—I WILL GO OVER TO ROVOL'S LABORATORY AND 
CRANE CAN COME
BACK HERE TO WORK WITH YOU? HOW WOULD THAT BE?"
"YOU NEED NOT RETURN TO YOUR VESSEL—I KNOW THAT ITS SOMEWHAT CRAMPED 
QUARTERS HAVE
BECOME IRKSOME. APARTMENTS HAVE BEEN PREPARED HERE FOR YOU. WE SHALL HAVE A 
LIGHT MEAL HERE
TOGETHER, AND THEN WE SHALL RETIRE, TO MEET AGAIN TOMORROW."
AS HE SPOKE A TRAY LADEN WITH APPETIZING DISHES APPEARED IN THE AIR IN FRONT OF 
EACH
PERSON. AS SEATON RESUMED HIS SEAT THE TRAY FOLLOWED HIM, REMAINING ALWAYS IN 
THE MOST
CONVENIENT POSITION.
CRANE GLANCED AT SEATON QUESTIONINGLY; AND SATRAZON, THE FIRST OF CHEMISTRY, 
ANSWERED
HIS THOUGHT BEFORE HE COULD VOICE IT.
"THE FOOD BEFORE YOU, UNLIKE THAT WHICH IS BEFORE US OF NORLAMIN, IS 
WHOLESOME FOR YOU.
IT CONTAINS NO COPPER, NO ARSENIC, NO HEAVY METAL—IN SHORT, NOTHING IN THE 
LEAST HARMFUL TO YOUR
CHEMISTRY. IT IS BALANCED AS TO CARBOHYDRATES, PROTEINS, FATS, AND SUGARS, AND 
CONTAINS THE DUE
PROPORTION OF EACH OF THE VARIOUS ACCESSORY NUTRITIONAL FACTORS. YOU WILL 
ALSO FIND THAT THE FLAVORS
ARE AGREEABLE TO EACH OF YOU."
"SYNTHETIC, EH? YOU'VE GOT US ANALYZED," SEATON STATED, RATHER THAN ASKED, AS 
WITH KNIFE
AND FORK HE ATTACKED THE THICK, RARE, AND BEAUTIFULLY-BROILED STEAK WHICH, 
WITH ITS MUSHROOMS AND
OTHER DELECTABLE TRIMMINGS, LAY UPON HIS RIGID, ALTHOUGH UNSUPPORTED TRAY—
NOTICING AS HE DID SO
THAT THE NORLAMINIANS ATE WITH TOOLS ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FROM THOSE THEY HAD 
SUPPLIED TO THEIR
EARTHLY GUESTS.
"ENTIRELY SYNTHETIC," SATRAZON MADE ANSWER, "EXCEPT FOR THE SODIUM CHLORIDE 
NECESSARY.
AS YOU ALREADY KNOW, SODIUM AND CHLORIN ARE VERY RARE THROUGHOUT OUR 
SYSTEM, THEREFORE THE
FORCE UPON THE FOOD-SUPPLY TOOK FROM YOUR VESSEL THE AMOUNT OF SALT 
REQUIRED FOR THE FORMULAE.
WE HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO SYNTHESIZE ATOMS, FOR THE SAME REASON THAT THE LABORS 
OF SO MANY OTHERS
HAVE BEEN HINDERED—BECAUSE OF THE LACK OF ROVOLON. NOW, HOWEVER, MY 
SCIENCE SHALL PROGRESS
AS IT SHOULD; AND FOR THAT I JOIN WITH MY FELLOW SCIENTISTS IN GIVING YOU THANKS 
FOR THE SERVICE YOU
HAVE RENDERED US."
"WE THANK YOU INSTEAD, FOR THE SERVICE WE HAVE BEEN ABLE TO DO YOU IS SLIGHT 
INDEED
COMPARED TO WHAT YOU ARE GIVING US IN RETURN. BUT IT SEEMS THAT YOU SPEAK 
QUITE IMPERSONALLY OF
THE FORCE UPON THE FOOD SUPPLY. DID NOT YOU YOURSELF DIRECT THE PREPARATION 
OF THESE MEATS AND
VEGETABLES?"
"OH, NO. I MERELY ANALYZED YOUR TISSUES, SURVEYED THE FOOD-SUPPLIES YOU 
CARRIED,
DISCOVERED YOUR INDIVIDUAL PREFERENCES, AND SET UP THE NECESSARY INTEGRALS IN 
THE MECHANISM. THE
FORCES DID THE REST, AND WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO AS LONG AS YOU REMAIN UPON THIS 
PLANET"
"FRUIT SALAD ALWAYS WAS MY FAVORITE DISH," DOROTHY SAID, AFTER A COUPLE OF 
BITES, "AND THIS
ONE IS JUST DIVINE! IT DOESN'T TASTE LIKE ANY OTHER FRUIT I EVER ATE, EITHER—I 
THINK IT MUST BE THE
SAME AMBROSIA THAT THE OLD PAGAN GODS USED TO EAT."
"IF ALL YOU DID WAS TO SET UP THE INTEGRALS, HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE 
GOING TO HAVE
FOR THE NEXT MEAL?" ASKED CRANE.
"WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FORM, FLAVOR, OR CONSISTENCY OF ANY DISH WILL BE," 
WAS THE
SURPRISING ANSWER. "WE KNOW ONLY THAT THE FLAVOR WILL BE AGREEABLE AND THAT 
IT WILL AGREE WITH THE
FORM AND CONSISTENCY OF THE SUBSTANCE, AND THAT THE COMPOSITION WILL BE WELL-
BALANCED
CHEMICALLY. YOU SEE, ALL THE DETAILS OF FLAVOR, FORM, TEXTURE, AND SO ON ARE 
CONTROLLED BY A DEVICE
SOMETHING LIKE ONE OF YOUR KALEIDOSCOPES. THE INTEGRALS RENDER IMPOSSIBLE 
ANY UNWHOLESOME,
UNPLEASANT, OR UNBALANCED COMBINATION OF ANY NATURE, AND EVERYTHING ELSE IS 
LEFT TO THE
MECHANISM, WHICH OPERATES UPON PURE CHANCE."
"WHAT A SYSTEM!" SEATON EXCLAIMED ADMIRINGLY, AND RESUMED HIS VIGOROUS 
ATTACK UPON
THE LONG-DELAYED SUPPER.
THE MEAL OVER, THE EARTHLY VISITORS WERE SHOWN TO THEIR ROOMS AND FELL INTO 
DEEP,
DREAMLESS SLEEP.



CHAPTER 10
NORLAMINIAN SCIENCE

BREAKFAST OVER, SEATON WATCHED INTENTLY AS HIS TRAY, LADEN WITH EMPTY 
CONTAINERS, FLOATED
AWAY FROM HIM AND DISAPPEARED INTO AN OPENING IN THE WALL.
"HOW DO YOU DO IT, ORION?" HE ASKED, CURIOUSLY. "I CAN HARDLY BELIEVE IT, EVEN 
AFTER SEEING
IT DONE."
"EACH TRAY IS CARRIED UPON THE END OF A BEAM OR ROD OF FORCE, AND SUPPORTED 
RIGIDLY BY IT.
SINCE THE BEAM IS TUNED TO THE INDIVIDUAL WAVE OF THE INSTRUMENT YOU WEAR 
UPON YOUR CHEST, YOUR
TRAY IS OF COURSE PLACED IN FRONT OF YOU, AT A PREDETERMINED DISTANCE, AS SOON 
AS THE SENDING FORCE
IS ACTUATED. WHEN YOU HAVE FINISHED YOUR MEAL THE BEAM IS SHORTENED. THUS 
THE TRAY IS DRAWN
BACK TO THE FOOD LABORATORY, WHERE OTHER FORCES CLEANSE AND STERILIZE THE 
VARIOUS UTENSILS AND
PLACE THEM IN READINESS FOR THE NEXT MEAL. IT WOULD BE AN EASY MATTER TO HAVE 
THIS SAME
MECHANISM PLACE YOUR MEALS BEFORE YOU WHEREVER YOU MAY GO UPON THIS PLANET, 
PROVIDED ONLY
THAT A CLEAR PATH CAN BE PLOTTED FROM THE LABORATORY TO YOUR PERSON."
"THANKS, BUT IT WOULD SCARCELY BE WORTH WHILE. BESIDES, WE'D BETTER EAT IN THE 
SKYLARK
MOST OF THE TIME, TO KEEP OUR COOK GOOD-NATURED. WELL, I SEE ROVOL IS COMING 
IN FOR A LANDING, SO
I'LL HAVE TO BE ON MY WAY. COMING ALONG, DOT, OR HAVE YOU GOT SOMETHING ELSE 
ON YOUR MIND?"
"I'M GOING TO LEAVE YOU FOR A WHILE. I CAN'T REALLY UNDERSTAND EVEN A RADIO, 
AND JUST
THINKING ABOUT THOSE FUNNY, COMPLICATED RAYS AND THINGS YOU ARE GOING AFTER 
MAKES ME DIZZY IN
THE HEAD. MRS. ORION IS GOING TO TAKE US OVER TO THE COUNTRY OF YOUTH—SHE 
SAYS MARGARET AND I
CAN PLAY AROUND WITH HER DAUGHTER AND HER BUNCH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME WHILE 
YOU SCIENTISTS ARE
DOING YOUR STUFF."
"ALL RIGHT. 'BYE 'TIL TONIGHT," AND SEATON STEPPED OUT INTO THE GROUNDS, WHERE 
THE FIRST OF
RAYS WAS WAITING.
THE FLIER WAS A TORPEDO-SHAPED CRAFT OF SOME TRANSPARENT, GLASSY MATERIAL, 
COMPLETELY
ENCLOSED EXCEPT FOR ONE CIRCULAR DOORWAY. FROM THE MIDSECTION, WHICH WAS 
ABOUT FIVE FEET IN
DIAMETER, AND PROVIDED WITH HEAVILY-CUSHIONED SEATS CAPABLE OF CARRYING FOUR 
PASSENGERS IN
COMFORT, THE HULL TAPERED DOWN SMOOTHLY TO A NEEDLE POINT AT EACH END. AS 
SEATON ENTERED AND
SETTLED HIMSELF INTO THE CUSHIONS, ROVOL TOUCHED A LEVER. INSTANTLY A 
TRANSPARENT DOOR SLID ACROSS
THE OPENING, LOCKING ITSELF INTO POSITION FLUSH WITH THE SURFACE OF THE HULL, 
AND THE FLIER DARTED INTO
THE AIR AND AWAY. FOR A FEW MINUTES THERE WAS SILENCE AS SEATON STUDIED THE 
TERRAIN BENEATH THEM.
FIELDS OR CITIES THERE WERE NONE; THE LAND WAS COVERED WITH DENSE FORESTS AND 
VAST MEADOWS, WITH
HERE AND THERE GREAT BUILDINGS SURROUNDED BY GRACIOUS, PARK-LIKE AREAS. 
ROVOL FINALLY BROKE THE
SILENCE.
"I UNDERSTAND YOUR PROBLEM, I BELIEVE, SINCE ORION HAS TRANSFERRED TO ME AIL 
THE THOUGHTS
HE HAD FROM YOU. WITH THE AID OF THE ROVOLON YOU HAVE BROUGHT US I AM 
CONFIDENT THAT WE SHALL
BE ABLE TO WORK OUT A SATISFACTORY SOLUTION OF THE VARIOUS PROBLEMS INVOLVED. 
IT WILL TAKE US SOME
FEW MINUTES TO TRAVERSE THE DISTANCE TO MY LABORATORY, AND IF THERE ARE ANY 
MATTERS UPON WHICH
YOUR MIND IS NOT QUITE CLEAR, I SHALL TRY TO CLARIFY THEM."
"THAT'S LETTING ME DOWN EASY," SEATON GRINNED, "BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO BE 
AFRAID OF HURTING
MY FEELINGS—I KNOW JUST EXACTLY HOW IGNORANT AND DUMB I AM COMPARED TO YOU. 
THERE'S A LOT OF
THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND AT ALL. FIRST, AND NEAREST, THIS AIRBOAT. IT HAS NO 
POWER-PLANT AT ALL. I
ASSUME THAT IT, LIKE SO MANY OTHER THINGS HEREABOUTS, IS RIDING ON THE END OF A 
ROD OF FORCE?"
"EXACTLY. THE BEAM IS GENERATED AND MAINTAINED IN MY LABORATORY. ALL THAT IS 
HERE IN THE
FLIER IS A SMALL SENDER, FOR REMOTE CONTROL "
"HOW DO YOU OBTAIN YOUR POWER? SOLAR GENERATORS AND TIDE-MOTORS? I KNOW 
THAT ALL YOUR
WORK IS DONE BY PROTELECTRICITY, AND THAT YOU HAVE DEVELOPED ALL OF THE THIRD 
ORDER AND ALMOST ALL
OF THE FOURTH, BUT ORION DID NOT INFORM US AS TO THE SOURCES"
"WE HAVE NOT USED SUCH INEFFICIENT GENERATORS FOR MANY THOUSANDS OF YEARS. 
LONG AGO IT
WAS SHOWN BY RESEARCH THAT ENERGIES WERE CONSTANTLY BEING GENERATED IN 
ABUNDANCE IN OUTER
SPACE, AND THAT THEY—UP TO AND INCLUDING THE SIXTH MAGNITUDE, THAT IS—COULD 
BE COLLECTED AND
TRANSMITTED WITHOUT LOSS TO THE SURFACE OF THE PLANET BY MEANS OF MATCHED 
AND SYNCHRONIZED
UNITS. SEVERAL MILLION OF THESE COLLECTORS HAVE BEEN BUILT AND THROWN OUT TO 
BECOME TINY SATELLITES
OF NORLAMIN."
"HOW DID YOU GET THEM FAR ENOUGH OUT?"
"THE FIRST ONES WERE FORCED OUT TO THE REQUIRED DISTANCE UPON BEAMS OF FORCE 
PRODUCED BY
THE CONVERSION OF ELECTRICITY, WHICH WAS IN TURN PRODUCED FROM TURBINES, 
SOLAR MOTORS, AND TIDE
MOTORS. WITH A FEW OF THEM OUT, HOWEVER, IT WAS EASY TO OBTAIN SUFFICIENT 
POWER TO SEND OUT
MORE; AND NOW, WHENEVER ONE OF US REQUIRES MORE POWER THAN HE HAS AT HIS 
DISPOSAL, HE MERELY
SENDS OUT SUCH ADDITIONAL COLLECTORS AS HE NEEDS."
"NOW ABOUT THOSE FIFTH-ORDER RAYS, WHICH WILL PENETRATE A ZONE OF FORCE. I AM 
TOLD THAT
THEY ARE NOT ETHER WAVES AT ALL?"
"THEY ARE NOT ETHER WAVES. THE FOURTH ORDER RAYS ARE THE SHORTEST VIBRATIONS 
THAT CAN BE
PROPAGATED THROUGH THE ETHER; FOR THE ETHER ITSELF IS NOT A CONTINUOUS 
MEDIUM. WE DO NOT KNOW ITS
NATURE EXACTLY, BUT IT IS AN ACTUAL SUBSTANCE, AND IS COMPOSED OF DISCRETE 
PARTICLES OF THE FOURTH
ORDER. NOW THE ZONE OF FORCE, WHICH IS ITSELF A FOURTH-ORDER PHENOMENON, 
SETS UP A CONDITION OF
STASIS IN THE PARTICLES COMPOSING THE ETHER. THESE PARTICLES ARE RELATIVELY SO 
COARSE THAT RAYS AND
PARTICLES OF THE FIFTH ORDER WILL PASS THROUGH THE FIXED ZONE WITHOUT 
RETARDATION. THEREFORE, IF
THERE IS ANYTHING BETWEEN THE PARTICLES OF THE ETHER—THIS MATTER IS BEING 
DEBATED HOTLY AMONG US
AT THE PRESENT TIME—IT MUST BE A SUB-ETHER, IF I MAY USE THAT TERM. WE HAVE 
NEVER BEEN ABLE TO
INVESTIGATE ANY OF THESE THINGS AT ALL FULLY, NOT EVEN SUCH A RELATIVELY COARSE 
AGGREGATION AS IS THE
ETHER; BUT NOW, HAVING ROVOLON, IT WILL NOT BE MANY THOUSANDS OF YEARS UNTIL 
WE SHALL HAVE
EXTENDED OUR KNOWLEDGE MANY ORDERS FARTHER, IN BOTH DIRECTIONS."
"JUST HOW WILL ROVOLON HELP YOU?"
"IT WILL ENABLE US TO GENERATE AN ENERGY OF THE NINTH MAGNITUDE—THAT MUCH 
POWER IS
NECESSARY TO WORK EFFECTIVELY WITH THAT WHICH YOU HAVE SO APTLY NAMED A ZONE 
OF FORCE—AND WILL
GIVE US A SOURCE OF FIFTH, AND PROBABLY HIGHER ORDERS OF VIBRATIONS WHICH, IF 
THEY ARE GENERATED IN
SPACE AT ALL, ARE BEYOND OUR PRESENT REACH. THE ZONE OF FORCE IS NECESSARY TO 
SHIELD CERTAIN ITEMS
OF EQUIPMENT FROM ETHER VIBRATIONS; AS ANY SUCH VIBRATION INSIDE THE 
CONTROLLING FIELDS OF FORCE
RENDERS OBSERVATION OR CONTROL OF THE HIGHER ORDERS OF RAYS IMPOSSIBLE."
"HM . . .M. I SEE—I'M LEARNING SOMETHING," SEATON REPLIED, CORDIALLY. "JUST AS 
THE HIGHER-
POWERED A RADIO SET IS, THE MORE PERFECT MUST BE ITS SHIELDING?"
"YES. JUST AS A TRACE OF GAS WILL DESTROY THE USEFULNESS OF YOUR MOST SENSITIVE 
VACUUM
TUBES, AND JUST AS IMPERFECT SHIELDING WILL ALLOW INTERFERING WAVES TO ENTER 
SENSITIVE ELECTRICAL
APPARATUS—IN THAT SAME FASHION WILL EVEN THE SLIGHTEST ETHER VIBRATION 
INTERFERE WITH THE
OPERATION OF THE EXTREMELY SENSITIVE FIELDS AND LENSES OF FORCE WHICH MUST BE 
USED IN CONTROLLING
FORCES OF THE HIGHER ORDERS."
"ORION TOLD ME THAT YOU HAD THE FIFTH ORDER PRETTY WELL WORKED OUT."
"WE KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE FORCES ARE, HOW TO LIBERATE AND CONTROL THEM, AND 
HOW TO USE
THEM. IN FACT, IN THE V. * WHICH WE ARE TO BEGIN TODAY, WE SHALL USE BUT LITTLE 
OF OUR ORDINARY
POWER: ALMOST ALL OUR WORK WILL BE DONE BY ENERGIES LIBERATED FROM COPPER BY 
MEANS OF THE
ROVOLON YOU HAVE GIVEN ME; BUT HERE WE ARE AT MY LABORATORY. YOU ALREADY 
KNOW THAT THE BEST
WAY TO LEARN IS BY DOING, AND WE SHALL BEGIN AT ONCE."
THE FLIER ALIGHTED UPON A LAWN QUITE SIMILAR TO THE ONE BEFORE THE 
OBSERVATORY OF ORION,
AND THE SCIENTIST LED HIS EARTHLY GUESTS INTO THE VAST, GLASS-LINED ROOM THAT 
WAS HIS LABORATORY.
GREAT BENCHES LINED THE WALLS. THERE WERE HUNDREDS OF DIALS, METERS, TUBES, 
TRANSFORMERS, AND
OTHER INSTRUMENTS AND MECHANISMS AT WHOSE USES SEATON COULD NOT EVEN GUESS 
ROVOL FIRST DONNED
A SUIT OF TRANSPARENT, FLEXIBLE MATERIAL, OF A DEEP GOLDEN COLOR, INSTRUCTING 
SEATON TO DO THE SAME;
EXPLAINING THAT MUCH OF THE WORK WOULD BE WITH DANGEROUS FREQUENCIES AND 
WITH HIGH PRESSURES,
AND THAT THE SUITS WERE NOT ONLY ABSOLUTE INSULATORS AGAINST ELECTRICITY, 
HEAT, AND SOUND, BUT WERE
ALSO RAY-FILTERS PROOF AGAINST ANY HARMFUL RADIATIONS. AS EACH HELMET WAS 
EQUIPPED WITH RADIO-
PHONES, CONVERSATION WAS NOT INTERFERED WITH IN THE LEAST.
ROVOL TOOK UP A TINY FLASH-PENCIL, AND WITH IT DEFTLY CUT OFF A BIT OF ROVOLON, 
ALMOST
MICROSCOPIC IN SIZE. THIS HE PLACED UPON A GREAT BLOCK OF BURNISHED COPPER, AND 
UPON IT PLAYED A
FORCE. AS HE MANIPULATED TWO LEVERS, TWO MORE BEAMS OF FORCE FLATTENED OUT 
THE PARTICLE OF METAL,
SPREAD IT OUT OVER THE COPPER, AND FORCED IT INTO THE SURFACE OF THE BLOCK 
UNTIL THE THIN COATING WAS
AT EVERY POINT IN MOLECULAR CONTACT WITH THE COPPER BENEATH IT—A PERFECT JOB 
OF PLATING, AND ONE
DONE IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE. HE THEN CUT OUT A PIECE OF THE TREATED COPPER 
THE SIZE OF A PEA,
AND OTHER FORCES RAPIDLY BUILT AROUND IT A STRUCTURE OF COILS AND METALLIC 
TUBES. THIS APPARATUS HE
SUSPENDED IN THE AIR AT THE EXTREMITY OF A SMALL BEAM OF FORCE. THE BLOCK OF 
COPPER WAS NEXT CUT
IN TWO, AND ROVOL'S FINGERS MOVED RAPIDLY OVER THE KEYS OF A MACHINE WHICH 
RESEMBLED SLIGHTLY
AN OVERGROWN AND EXCEEDINGLY COMPLICATED BOOKKEEPING MACHINE. STREAMS AND 
PENCILS OF FORCE
FLASHED AND CRACKLED, AND SEATON SAW RAW MATERIALS TRANSFORMED INTO A 
COMPLETE POWER-PLANT, IN
ITS CENTER THE TWO-HUNDRED-POUND LUMP OF PLATED COPPER, WHERE AN INSTANT 
BEFORE THERE HAD BEEN
ONLY EMPTY SPACE UPON THE MASSIVE METAL BENCH. ROVOL'S HANDS MOVED RAPIDLY 
FROM KEYS TO DIALS
AND BACK, AND SUDDENLY A ZONE OF FORCE, AS LARGE AS A BASKETBALL, APPEARED 
AROUND THE APPARATUS
POISED IN THE AIR.
"BUT IT'LL FLY OFF AND WE CAN'T STOP IT WITH ANYTHING," SEA-TON PROTESTED, AND 
IT DID INDEED
DART RAPIDLY UPWARD.
THE OLD MAN SHOOK HIS HEAD AS HE MANIPULATED STILL MORE CONTROLS, AND SEATON 
GASPED AS
NINE STUPENDOUS BEAMS OF FORCE HURLED THEMSELVES UPON THAT BRILLIANT 
SPHERICAL MIRROR OF PURE
ENERGY, SEIZED IT IN MID-FLIGHT, AND SHAPED IT RESISTLESSLY, UNDER HIS BULGING 
EYES, INTO A COMPLEX
GEOMETRICAL FIGURE OF PRECISELY THE DESIRED FORM.
INTENSE VIOLET LIGHT FILLED THE ROOM, AND SEATON TURNED TOWARD THE BAR. THAT 
TWO-HUNDRED-
POUND MASS OF COPPER WAS SHRINKING VISIBLY, SECOND BY SECOND, SO VAST WERE THE 
FORCES BEING
DRAWN FROM IT, AND THE SEARING, BLINDING LIGHT WOULD HAVE BEEN INTOLERABLE 
BUT FOR THE PROTECTIVE
COLOR-FILTERS OF HIS HELMET. TREMENDOUS FLASHES OF LIGHTNING RIPPED AND TORE 
FROM THE RELIEF-POINTS
OF THE BENCH TO THE GROUND-RODS, WHICH FLARED AT BLUE-WHITE TEMPERATURE 
UNDER THE INCESSANT
IMPACTS. KNOWING THAT THIS CORONA-LOSS WAS BUT AN INFINITESIMAL FRACTION OF 
THE POWER BEING
USED, SEATON'S MIND STAGGERED AS HE STROVE TO UNDERSTAND THE MAGNITUDE OF 
THE FORCES AT WORK
UPON THAT STUBBORN SPHERE OF ENERGY.
THE AGED SCIENTIST USED NO TOOLS WHATEVER, AS WE UNDERSTAND THE TERM. HIS 
LABORATORY WAS
A POWER-HOUSE; AT HIS COMMAND WERE THE STUPENDOUS FORCES OF A BATTERY OF 
PLANETOID
ACCUMULATORS, AND ADDED TO THESE WERE THE FOURTH-ORDER, NINTH-MAGNITUDE 
FORCES OF THE
DISINTEGRATING COPPER BAR. ELECTRICITY AND PROTELECTRICITY, UNDER MILLIONS 
UPON MILLIONS OF
KILOVOLTS OF PRESSURE, LEAPED TO DO THE BIDDING OF THAT WONDERFUL BRAIN, 
STORED WITH THE
ACCUMULATED KNOWLEDGE OF COUNTLESS THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC 
RESEARCH. WATCHING THE
ANCIENT PHYSICIST WORK, SEATON COMPARED HIMSELF TO A SCHOOLBOY MIXING 
CHEMICALS
INDISCRIMINATELY AND IGNORANTLY, WITH NO KNOWLEDGE WHATEVER OF THEIR 
PROPERTIES, OCCASIONALLY
OBTAINING A REACTION BY PURE CHANCE. WHEREAS HE HAD WORKED WITH ATOMIC 
ENERGY SCHOOLBOY
FASHION, THE MASTER CRAFTSMAN BEFORE HIM KNEW EVERY REAGENT, EVERY 
REACTION, AND WORKED WITH
KNOWN AND THOROUGHLY FAMILIAR AGENCIES TO BRING ABOUT HIS EXACTLY 
PREDETERMINED ENDS—JUST AS
CALMLY CERTAIN OF THE RESULTS AS SEATON HIMSELF WOULD HAVE BEEN IN HIS OWN 
LABORATORY, MIXING
EQUIVALENT QUANTITIES OF SOLUTIONS OF BARIUM CHLORIDE AND OF SULPHURIC ACID 
TO OBTAIN A PRECIPITATE
OF BARIUM SULPHATE.
HOUR AFTER HOUR ROVOL LABORED ON, OBLIVIOUS TO THE PASSAGE OF TIME IN HIS ZEAL 
OF
ACCOMPLISHMENT, THE WHILE CAREFULLY INSTRUCTING SEATON, WHO WATCHED EVERY 
STEP WITH INTENSE
INTEREST AND DID EVERYTHING POSSIBLE FOR HIM TO DO. BIT BY BIT A TOWERING 
STRUCTURE AROSE IN THE
MIDDLE OF THE LABORATORY. A METAL FOUNDATION SUPPORTED A MASSIVE COMPOUND 
BEARING, WHICH IN
TURN CARRIED A TUBULAR NETWORK OF LATTICED METAL, MOUNTED LIKE AN IMMENSE 
TELESCOPE. NEAR THE
UPPER, OUTER END OF THIS OPENWORK TUBE A GROUP OF NINE FORCES HELD THE FIELD 
OF FORCE RIGIDLY IN
PLACE IN ITS AXIS; AT THE LOWER EXTREMITY WERE MOUNTED SEATS FOR TWO 
OPERATORS AND THE CONTROL
PANELS NECESSARY FOR THE OPERATION OF THE INTRICATE SYSTEM OF FORCES AND 
MOTORS WHICH WOULD
ACTUATE AND CONTROL THAT GIGANTIC PROJECTOR. IMMENSE HOUR AND DECLINATION 
CIRCLES COULD BE READ
BY OPTICAL SYSTEMS FROM THE OPERATORS' SEATS—CIRCLES FULLY FORTY FEET IN 
DIAMETER, GRADUATED WITH
INCREDIBLE DELICACY AND ACCURACY INTO DECIMAL FRACTIONS OF SECONDS OF ARC, 
AND EACH DRIVEN BY
VARIABLE-SPEED MOTORS THROUGH GEAR-TRAINS AND CONNECTIONS HAVING THE 
ABSOLUTE MINIMUM OF
BACKLASH.
WHILE ROVOL WAS WORKING UPON ONE OF THE LAST INSTRUMENTS TO BE INSTALLED 
UPON THE
CONTROLLING PANEL A MELLOW NOTE SOUNDED THROUGHOUT THE BUILDING, AND HE 
IMMEDIATELY CEASED HIS
LABORS AND OPENED THE MASTER SWITCHES OF HIS POWER PLANT.
"YOU HAVE DONE WELL, YOUNGSTER," HE CONGRATULATED HIS HELPER AS HE BEGAN TO 
TAKE OFF HIS
PROTECTIVE COVERING. "WITHOUT YOUR AID I COULD NOT HAVE ACCOMPLISHED NEARLY 
THIS MUCH DURING
ONE PERIOD OF LABOR. THE PERIODS OF EXERCISE AND OF RELAXATION ARE AT HAND—
LET US RETURN TO THE
HOUSE OF ORION, WHERE WE ALL SHALL GATHER TO RELAX AND TO REFRESH OURSELVES 
FOR THE LABORS OF
TOMORROW."
"BUT IT'S ALMOST DONE!" PROTESTED SEATON. "LET'S FINISH IT UP AND SHOOT A 
LITTLE JUICE THROUGH
IT, JUST TO TRY IT OUT."
"THERE SPEAKS THE RASHNESS AND IMPATIENCE OF YOUTH," REJOINED THE SCIENTIST, 
CALMLY
REMOVING THE YOUNGER MAN'S SUIT AND LEADING HIM OUT TO THE WAITING AIRBOAT. "I 
READ IN YOUR MIND
THAT YOU ARE OFTEN GUILTY OF LABORING CONTINUOUSLY UNTIL YOUR BRAIN LOSES ITS 
KEEN EDGE. LEARN NOW
THAT SUCH CONDUCT IS WORSE THAN FOOLISH—IT IS CRIMINAL. WE HAVE LABORED THE 
FULL PERIOD.
LABORING FOR MORE THAN THAT LENGTH OF TIME WITHOUT RECUPERATION RESULTS IN 
A LOSS OF POWER WHICH,
IF PERSISTED IN, WREAKS PERMANENT INJURY TO THE MIND, AND BY IT YOU GAIN 
NOTHING. WE HAVE MORE
THAN AMPLE TIME TO DO THAT WHICH MUST BE DONE—THE FIFTH-ORDER PROJECTOR 
SHALL BE COMPLETED
BEFORE THE WARNING TORPEDO SHAFT HAVE REACHED THE PLANET OF THE 
FENACHRONE—THEREFORE OVER-
EXERTION IS UNWARRANTED. AS FOR TESTING, KNOW NOW THAT ONLY MECHANISMS BUILT 
BY BUNGLERS
REQUIRE TESTING. PROPERLY-BUILT MACHINES WORK PROPERLY."
"BUT I'D'VE LIKED TO'VE SEEN IT WORK JUST ONCE, ANYWAY," LAMENTED SEATON AS 
THE SMALL
AIRSHIP TORE THROUGH THE AIR ON ITS WAY BACK TO THE OBSERVATORY.
"YOU MUST CULTIVATE CALMNESS, MY SON, AND THE ART OF RELAXATION. WITH THOSE 
QUALITIES
YOUR RACE CAN EASILY DOUBLE ITS PRESENT SPAN OF USEFUL LIFE. PHYSICAL EXERCISE 
TO MAINTAIN THE
BODILY TISSUES AT THEIR BEST, AND MENTAL RELAXATION FOLLOWING MENTAL TOIL—
THESE THINGS ARE THE
SECRETS OF A LONG AND PRODUCTIVE LIFE. WHY ATTEMPT TO DO MORE THAN CAN BE 
ACCOMPLISHED
EFFICIENTLY? THERE IS TOMORROW. I AM MORE INTERESTED IN THAT WHICH WE ARE 
NOW BUILDING THAN YOU
CAN POSSIBLY BE, SINCE MANY GENERATIONS OF THE ROVOL HAVE ANTICIPATED ITS 
CONSTRUCTION; YET I
REALIZE THAT IN THE INTEREST OF OUR WELFARE AND FOR THE PROGRESS OF 
CIVILIZATION TODAY'S LABORS MUST
NOT BE PROLONGED BEYOND TODAY'S PERIOD OF WORK. FURTHERMORE, YOU YOURSELF 
REALIZE THAT THERE IS
NO OPTIMUM POINT AT WHICH ANY TASK MAY BE INTERRUPTED. SHORT OF FINAL 
COMPLETION OF ANY PROJECT,
ONE POINT IS THE SAME AS ANY OTHER. HAD WE CONTINUED, WE WOULD HAVE WISHED TO 
CONTINUE STILL
FARTHER, AND SO ON WITHOUT END."
"I SUPPOSE SO—YOU'RE PROBABLY RIGHT, AT THAT," THE IMPETUOUS CHEMIST 
CONCEDED, AS THEIR
CRAFT CAME TO EARTH BEFORE THE OBSERVATORY.
CRANE AND ORION WERE ALREADY IN THE COMMON ROOM, AS WERE THE SCIENTISTS 
SEATON ALREADY
KNEW, AS WELL AS A GROUP OF WOMEN AND CHILDREN STILL STRANGERS TO THE 
TERRESTRIALS. IN A FEW
MINUTES ORION'S COMPANION, A DIGNIFIED, WHITE-HAIRED WOMAN, ENTERED; 
ACCOMPANIED BY DOROTHY,
MARGARET, AND A LAUGHING, BOISTEROUS GROUP OF MEN AND WOMEN FROM THE 
COUNTRY OF YOUTH.
INTRODUCTIONS OVER, SEATON TURNED TO CRANE.
"HOW'S EVERY LITTLE THING, MART?"
"VERY WELL INDEED. WE ARE BUILDING AN OBSERVATORY IN SPACE —OR RATHER, 
ORION IS BUILDING
IT AND I AM DOING WHAT LITTLE I CAN TO HELP HIM. IN A FEW DAYS WE SHALL BE ABLE 
TO LOCATE THE SYSTEM
OF THE FENACHRONE. HOW IS YOUR WORK PROGRESSING?"
"SMOOTHER'N A KITTEN'S EAR. GOT THE BIG FOURTH-ORDER PROJECTOR ABOUT DONE. 
WE'RE GOING TO
PROJECT A FOURTH-ORDER FORCE OUT TO GRAB US SOME DENSE MATERIAL, A PRETTY 
CLOSE APPROACH TO PURE
NEUTRONIUM. THERE'S NOTHING DENSE ENOUGH AROUND HERE, EVEN IN THE CORE OF 
THE CENTRAL SUN, SO
WE'RE GOING OUT TO A WHITE DWARF STAR—ONE A GOOD DEAL LIKE THE COMPANION 
STAR TO SIRIUS—GET
SOME MATERIAL OF THE PROPER DENSITY FROM ITS CORE, AND CONVERT OUR SENDER 
INTO A FIFTH-ORDER
MACHINE. THEN WE CAN REALLY GET BUSY—GO PLACES AND DO THINGS."
"NEUTRONIUM? PURE MASS? I HAVE BEEN UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT IT DOES NOT 
EXIST. OF
WHAT USE CAN SUCH A SUBSTANCE BE TO YOU?"
"NOT PURE NEUTRONIUM—QUITE. CLOSE, THOUGH—SPECIFIC GRAVITY ABOUT TWO AND 
A HALF
MILLION. GOT TO HAVE IT FOR LENSES AND CONTROLS FOR THE FIFTH-ORDER FORCES. 
THOSE RAYS GO RIGHT
THROUGH ANYTHING LESS DENSE WITHOUT MEASURABLE REFRACTION. BUT I SEE 
ROVOL'S GIVING ME A NASTY
LOOK. HE'S MY BOSS ON THIS JOB, AND I IMAGINE THIS KIND OF TALK'S BARRED DURING 
THE PERIOD OF
RELAXATION, AS BEING WORK. THAT SO, CHIEF?"
"YOU KNOW THAT IT IS BARRED," ANSWERED ROVOL, WITH A SMILE.
"ALL RIGHT, BOSS; ONE MORE LITTLE INFRACTION AND I'LL SHUT UP LIKE A CLAM. I'D 
LIKE TO KNOW
WHAT THE GIRLS'VE BEEN DOING."
"WE'VE BEEN HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME!" DOROTHY DECLARED. "WE'VE BEEN 
DESIGNING FABRICS
AND ORNAMENTS AND JEWELS AND THINGS. WAIT 'TIL YOU SEE 'EM—THEY'LL KNOCK YOU 
COLD!"
"FINE! ALL RIGHT, ORION, IT'S YOUR PARTY."
"THIS IS THE TIME OF EXERCISE. WE HAVE MANY FORMS, MOST OF WHICH ARE 
UNFAMILIAR TO YOU.
YOU ALL SWIM, HOWEVER, AND AS THAT IS ONE OF THE BEST OF EXERCISES, I SUGGEST 
THAT WE ALL SWIM."
"LEAD US TO IT!" SEATON EXCLAIMED, THEN HIS VOICE CHANGED ABRUPTLY. "WAIT A 
MINUTE—I
DON'T KNOW ABOUT OUR SWIMMING IN COPPER SULPHATE SOLUTION."
"WE SWIM IN FRESH WATER AS OFTEN AS IN SALT, AND THE POOL IS NOW FILLED WITH 
DISTILLED
WATER."
THE TERRESTRIALS QUICKLY DONNED THEIR BATHING SUITS AND ALL WENT THROUGH 
THE OBSERVATORY
AND DOWN A WINDING PATH, BORDERED WITH THE PECULIARLY BEAUTIFUL SCARLET AND 
GREEN SHRUBBERY, TO
THE "POOL"—AN ARTIFICIAL LAKE COVERING A HUNDRED ACRES, ITS POLISHED METAL 
BOTTOM AND SIDES
STRIKINGLY DECORATED WITH JEWELS AND GLITTERING TILES IN TASTEFUL YET 
CONTRASTING INLAID DESIGNS. ANY
DESIRED DEPTH OF WATER WAS AVAILABLE AND PLAINLY MARKED, FROM THE FENCED-
OFF SHALLOWS WHERE THE
SMALLEST CHILDREN SPLASHED TO THE TWENTY FEET OF LIQUID CRYSTAL WHICH 
RECEIVED THE DIVER WHO CARED
TO TRY HIS SKILL FROM ONE OF THE MANY SPRING-BOARDS, FLYING RINGS, AND 
CATAPULTS WHICH ROSE HIGH
INTO THE AIR A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY FROM THE ENTRANCE.
ORION AND THE OTHERS OF THE OLDER GENERATION PLUNGED INTO THE WATER WITHOUT 
ADO AND
STRUCK OUT FOR THE OTHER SHORE, USING A FAST DOUBLE-OVERARM STROKE. 
SWIMMING IN A WIDE CIRCLE
THEY CAME OUT UPON THE APPARATUS AND WENT THROUGH A SERIES OF METHODICAL 
DIVES AND GYMNASTIC
PERFORMANCES. IT WAS EVIDENT THAT THEY SWAM, AS ORION HAD INTIMATED, FOR 
EXERCISE. TO THEM,
EXERCISE WAS A NECESSARY FORM OF LABOR—LABOR WHICH THEY PERFORMED 
THOROUGHLY AND WELL—BUT
NOTHING TO CALL FORTH THE WHOLE-SOULED ENTHUSIASM THEY DISPLAYED IN THEIR 
CHOSEN FIELDS OF MENTAL
EFFORT.
THE VISITORS FROM THE COUNTRY OF YOUTH, HOWEVER, LOCKED ARMS AND SPRANG TO 
SURROUND
THE FOUR TERRESTRIALS, CRYING, "LET'S DO A GROUP DIVE!"
"I DON'T BELIEVE THAT I CAN SWIM WELL ENOUGH TO ENJOY WHAT'S COMING," 
WHISPERED
MARGARET TO CRANE, AND THEY SLIPPED INTO THE POOL AND TURNED AROUND TO 
WATCH. SEATON AND
DOROTHY, BOTH STRONG SWIMMERS, LOCKED ARMS AND LAUGHED AS THEY WERE 
ENCIRCLED BY THE GREEN
PHALANX AND SWEPT OUT TO THE END OF A DOCK-LIKE STRUCTURE AND UPON A 
CATAPULT.
"HOLD TIGHT, EVERYBODY!" SOMEONE YELLED, AND INTERLACED, STRAINING ARMS AND 
LEGS HELD THE
GREEN AND WHITE BODIES IN ONE MOTIONLESS GROUP AS A GIGANTIC FORCE HURLED 
THEM FIFTY FEET INTO THE
AIR AND OUT OVER THE DEEPEST PART OF THE POOL. THERE WAS A MIGHTY SPLASH AND A 
MINIATURE TIDAL
WAVE AS THAT MASS OF HUMANITY STRUCK THE WATER HEADFIRST AND DISAPPEARED 
BENEATH THE SURFACE,
STILL AS THOUGH ONE MULTIPLE BODY. MANY FEET THEY WENT DOWN BEFORE THE 
CORDON WAS BROKEN AND
THE INDIVIDUAL UNITS CAME TO THE SURFACE. THEN PANDEMONIUM REIGNED. 
VIGOROUS, INFORMAL GAMES,
HAVING TO DO WITH FLOATING AND SINKING BALLS AND EFFIGIES; PUSHBALL, IN WHICH 
THE PLAYERS NEVER
SEEMED TO KNOW, OR TO CARE, UPON WHICH SIDE THEY WERE PLAYING; WATER-FIGHTS 
AND DUCKING
CONTESTS—ALL IN A GALE OF UNRESTRAINED MERRIMENT. A GREEN MERMAID, HAVING 
FELT THE INCREDIBLE
POWER OF SEATON'S ARMS AS HE TOSSED HER AWAY FROM A GOAL HE WAS TEMPORARILY 
DEFENDING, PUT
BOTH HER SMALL HANDS AROUND HIS BICEPS WONDERINGLY, AMAZED AT A STRENGTH 
UNKNOWN AND
IMPOSSIBLE UPON HER WORLD; THEN PLAYFULLY TRIED TO PUSH HIM UNDER. FAILING, 
SHE CALLED FOR HELP.
"HE'S NEEDED A GOOD DUCKING FOR AGES!" DOROTHY CRIED, AND SHE AND SEVERAL 
OTHER GIRLS
THREW THEMSELVES UPON HIM. OVER AND AROUND HIM THE LITHE FORMS FLASHED, 
WHILE THE REST OF THE
YOUNG PEOPLE SPLASHED WATER IMPARTIALLY OVER ALL THE COMBATANTS AND 
CHEERED THEM ON. IN THE
MIDST OF THE BATTLE THE SIGNAL SOUNDED TO END THE PERIOD OF EXERCISE.
"SAVED BY THE BELL," SEATON LAUGHED AS, ALMOST HALF DROWNED, HE WAS ALLOWED 
TO SWIM
ASHORE.
WHEN ALL HAD RETURNED TO THE COMMON ROOM OF THE OBSERVATORY AND HAD 
SEATED THEMSELVES
ORION TOOK OUT HIS MINIATURE RAY-PROJECTOR, NO LARGER THAN A FOUNTAIN PEN, 
AND FLASHED IT BRIEFLY
UPON ONE OF THE HUNDREDS OF BUTTON-LIKE LENSES UPON THE WALL. INSTANTLY EACH 
CHAIR CONVERTED
ITSELF INTO A FORM FITTING DIVAN, INVITING COMPLETE REPOSE.
"I BELIEVE THAT YOU OF EARTH WOULD PERHAPS ENJOY SOME OF OUR MUSIC DURING 
THIS, THE
PERIOD OF RELAXATION AND REPOSE— IT IS SO DIFFERENT FROM YOUR OWN," ORION 
REMARKED, AS HE AGAIN
MANIPULATED HIS TINY FORCE-TUBE.
EVERY LIGHT WAS EXTINGUISHED AND THERE WAS FELT A PROFOUNDLY DEEP 
VIBRATION—A NOTE SO
LOW AS TO BE PALPABLE RATHER THAN AUDIBLE: AND SIMULTANEOUSLY THE UTTER 
DARKNESS WAS RELIEVED BY
A TINGE OF RED SO DARK AS TO BE BARELY PERCEPTIBLE, WHILE A PECULIAR SOMBER 
FRAGRANCE PERVADED THE
ATMOSPHERE. THE MUSIC RAPIDLY RAN THE GAMUT TO THE LIMIT OF AUDIBILITY AND, IN 
THE SAME TEMPO,
THE LIGHTS TRAVERSED THE VISIBLE SPECTRUM AND DISAPPEARED. THEN CAME A 
CRASHING CHORD AND A
VIVID FLARE OF BLENDED LIGHT; USHERING IN AN INDESCRIBABLE SYMPHONY OF SOUND 
AND COLOR,
ACCOMPANIED BY A SLOWER SUCCESSION OF SHIFTING, BLENDING COLORS.
THE QUALITY OF TONE WAS NOW THAT OF A GIGANTIC ORCHESTRA, NOW THAT OF A FULL 
BRASS BAND,
NOW THAT OF A SINGLE UNKNOWN INSTRUMENT—AS THOUGH THE COMPOSER HAD HAD AT 
HIS COMMAND
EVERY OVERTONE CAPABLE OF BEING PRODUCED BY ANY POSSIBLE INSTRUMENT, AND 
WITH THEM HAD WOVEN
A VERITABLE TAPESTRY OF MELODY UPON AN INCREDIBLY COMPLEX LOOM OF SOUND. AS 
WENT THE HARMONY,
SO ACCOMPANIED THE PLAY OF LIGHT. NEITHER MUSIC NOR ILLUMINATION CAME FROM 
ANY APPARENT
SOURCE; THEY SIMPLY PERVADED THE ENTIRE ROOM. WHEN THE MUSIC WAS FAST—AND 
CERTAIN PASSAGES
WERE OF A RAPIDITY IMPOSSIBLE FOR ANY HUMAN FINGERS TO ATTAIN—THE LIGHTS 
FLASHED IN VIVID, TINY
PENCILS, INTERSECTING EACH OTHER IN SHARPLY-DRAWN, BRILLIANT FIGURES WHICH 
CHANGED WITH DIZZYING
SPEED: WHEN THE TEMPO WAS SLOW THE BEAMS WERE SOFT AND BROAD, BLENDING INTO 
EACH OTHER TO
FORM SINUOUS, INDEFINITE, WRITHING PATTERNS WHOSE VERY VAGUENESS WAS 
INFINITELY SOOTHING.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK OF IT, MRS. SEATON?" ORION ASKED, WHEN THE SYMPHONY WAS 
ENDED.
"MARVELOUS!" BREATHED DOROTHY, AWED. "I NEVER IMAGINED ANYTHING LIKE IT. I 
CAN'T BEGIN TO
TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LIKE IT. I NEVER DREAMED OF SUCH ABSOLUTE PERFECTION OF 
EXECUTION, AND THE
WAY THE LIGHTING ACCOMPANIES THE THEME IS JUST TOO PERFECTLY WONDERFUL FOR 
WORDS! IT WAS
WONDERFULLY, INCREDIBLY BRILLIANT."
"BRILLIANT—YES. PERFECTLY EXECUTED—YES. BUT I NOTICE THAT YOU SAY NOTHING 
OF DEPTH OF
FEELING OR OF EMOTIONAL APPEAL." DOROTHY BLUSHED UNCOMFORTABLY AND 
STARTED TO SAY SOMETHING,
BUT ORION SILENCED HER AND CONTINUED: "YOU NEED NOT APOLOGIZE. I HAD A REASON 
FOR SPEAKING AS I
DID, FOR IN YOU I RECOGNIZE A REAL MUSICIAN, AND OUR MUSIC IS INDEED ENTIRELY 
SOULLESS.
THAT IS THE RESULT OF OUR ANCIENT CIVILIZATION. WE ARE SO OLD THAT OUR MUSIC IS 
PURELY
INTELLECTUAL, ENTIRELY MECHANICAL, INSTEAD OF EMOTIONAL. IT IS PERFECT, BUT, 
LIKE MOST OF OUR OTHER
ARTS, IT IS ALMOST COMPLETELY WITHOUT FEELING."
"BUT YOUR STATUES ARE WONDERFUL!"
"AS I TOLD YOU, THOSE STATUES WERE MADE MYRIADS OF YEARS AGO. AT THAT TIME WE 
ALSO HAD
REAL MUSIC, BUT, UNLIKE STATUARY, MUSIC AT THAT TIME COULD NOT BE PRESERVED FOR 
POSTERITY. THAT IS
ANOTHER THING YOU HAVE GIVEN US. ATTEND!"
AT ONE END OF THE ROOM, AS UPON A THREE-DIMENSIONAL SCREEN, THE FOUR 
TERRESTRIALS SAW
THEMSELVES SEATED IN THE CONTROL-ROOM OF THE SKYLARK. THEY SAW AND HEARD 
MARGARET TAKE UP HER
GUITAR AND STRIKE FOUR SONOROUS CHORDS IN "A". THEN, AS IF THEY HAD BEEN THERE 
IN PERSON, THEY
HEARD THEMSELVES SING "THE BULL-FROG" AND ALL THE OTHER SONGS THEY HAD 
SUNG, FAR OFF IN SPACE.
THEY HEARD MARGARET SUGGEST THAT DOROTHY PLAY SOME "REAL MUSIC", AND 
HEARD SEATON'S COMMENTS
UPON THE QUARTETTE.
"IN THAT, YOUNGSTER, YOU WERE ENTIRELY WRONG," SAID ORION, STOPPING THE 
REPRODUCTION FOR A
MOMENT. "THE ENTIRE PLANET WAS LISTENING TO YOU VERY ATTENTIVELY—WE WERE 
ENJOYING IT AS NO
MUSIC HAS BEEN ENJOYED FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS."
"THE WHOLE PLANET!" GASPED MARGARET. "WERE YOU BROADCASTING IT? HOW 
COULD YOU?"
"EASY," GRINNED SEATON. "THEY CAN DO PRACTICALLY ANYTHING."
"WHEN YOU HAVE TIME, IN SOME PERIOD OF LABOR, WE WOULD APPRECIATE IT VERY 
MUCH IF YOU
FOUR WOULD SING FOR US AGAIN, WOULD GIVE US MORE OF YOUR VAST STORE OF 
YOUTHFUL MUSIC, FOR WE
CAN NOW PRESERVE IT EXACTLY AS IT IS SUNG. BUT MUCH AS WE ENJOYED THE 
QUARTETTE, MRS. SEATON, IT
WAS YOUR WORK UPON THE VIOLIN THAT TOOK US BY STORM. BEGINNING WITH 
TOMORROW, MY COMPANION
INTENDS TO HAVE YOU SPEND AS MANY PERIODS AS YOU WILL, PLAYING FOR OUR RECORDS. 
WE SHALL NOW
HAVE YOUR MUSIC."
"IF YOU LIKE IT SO WELL, WOULDN'T YOU RATHER I'D PLAY YOU SOMETHING I HADN'T 
PLAYED
BEFORE?"
"THAT IS LABOR. WE COULD NOT. . ."
"PIFFLE!" DOROTHY INTERRUPTED. "DON'T YOU SEE THAT I COULD REALLY PLAY RIGHT 
NOW, TO
SOMEBODY WHO REALLY ENJOYS MUSIC; WHEREAS IF I TRIED TO PLAY IN FRONT OF A 
RECORDER I'D BE
PERFECTLY MECHANICAL?"
" 'AT-A-GIRL, DOT! I'LL GET YOUR FIDDLE."
"KEEP YOUR SEAT, SON," INSTRUCTED ORION, AS THE CASE CONTAINING THE 
STRADIVARIUS APPEARED
BEFORE DOROTHY, BORNE BY A PENCIL OF FORCE. "WHILE THAT TEMPERAMENT IS 
INCOMPREHENSIBLE TO ONE
OF US, IT IS UNDOUBTEDLY TRUE THAT THE ARTISTIC MIND DOES OPERATE IN THAT 
MANNER. WE LISTEN."
DOROTHY SWEPT INTO "THE MELODY IN F", AND AS THE POIGNANTLY BEAUTIFUL 
STRAINS POURED
FORTH FROM THAT WONDERFUL VIOLIN SHE KNEW THAT SHE HAD HER AUDIENCE WITH 
HER. THOUGH SO
INTELLECTUAL THAT THEY THEMSELVES WERE INCAPABLE OF PRODUCING MUSIC OF REAL 
DEPTH OF FEELING, THEY
COULD UNDERSTAND AND COULD ENJOY SUCH MUSIC WITH AN APPRECIATION IMPOSSIBLE 
TO A PEOPLE OF
LESSER MENTAL ATTAINMENTS; AND THEIR PROFOUND ENJOYMENT OF HER PLAYING, 
BURNED INTO HER MIND BY
THE TELEPATHIC, ALMOST HYPNOTIC POWER OF THE NORLAMINIAN MENTALITY, RAISED 
HER TO HEIGHTS SHE HAD
NEVER BEFORE ATTAINED. PLAYING AS ONE INSPIRED SHE WENT THROUGH ONE 
TREMENDOUS SOLO AFTER
ANOTHER—HOLDING HER LISTENERS SPELLBOUND, URGED ON BY THEIR INTENSE 
FEELING TO CARRY THEM FURTHER
AND EVER FURTHER INTO THE REALM OF PURE EMOTIONAL HARMONY. THE BELL WHICH 
ORDINARILY SIGNALED
THE END OF THE PERIOD OF RELAXATION DID NOT SOUND; FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 
THOUSANDS OF YEARS THE
PLANET OF NORLAMIN DESERTED ITS RIGID SCHEDULE OF LIFE—TO LISTEN TO ONE 
EARTH-WOMAN, POURING OUT
HER VERY SOUL UPON HER INCOMPARABLE VIOLIN.
THE FINAL NOTE OF "MEMORIES" DIED AWAY IN A DIMINUENDO WAIL, AND THE 
MUSICIAN ALMOST
COLLAPSED INTO SEATON'S ARMS. THE PROFOUND SILENCE, MORE IMPRESSIVE FAR THAN 
ANY POSSIBLE
APPLAUSE, WAS BROKEN BY DOROTHY.
"THERE—I'M ALL RIGHT NOW, DICK. I WAS ABOUT OUT OF CONTROL FOR A MINUTE. I 
WISH THEY
COULD HAVE HAD THAT ON A RECORDER—I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO PLAY LIKE THAT AGAIN 
IF I LIVE TO BE A
THOUSAND YEARS OLD."
"IT IS ON RECORD, DAUGHTER. EVERY NOTE AND EVERY INFLECTION IS PRESERVED, 
PRECISELY AS YOU
PLAYED IT," ORION ASSURED HER. "THAT IS OUR ONLY EXCUSE FOR ALLOWING YOU TO 
CONTINUE AS YOU DID,
ALMOST TO THE POINT OF EXHAUSTION. WHILE WE CANNOT REALLY UNDERSTAND AN 
ARTISTIC MIND OF THE
PECULIAR TYPE TO WHICH YOURS BELONGS, YET WE REALIZED THAT EACH TIME YOU PLAY 
YOU ARE DOING
SOMETHING NO ONE, NOT EVEN YOURSELF, CAN EVER DO AGAIN IN PRECISELY THE SAME 
SUBTLE FASHION.
THEREFORE WE ALLOWED, IN FACT ENCOURAGED, YOU TO GO ON AS LONG AS THAT 
CREATIVE IMPULSE SHOULD
ENDURE—NOT MERELY FOR OUR OWN PLEASURE IN HEARING IT, GREAT THOUGH THAT 
PLEASURE WAS; BUT IN THE
HOPE THAT OUR WORKERS IN MUSIC COULD, BY A CAREFUL ANALYSIS OF YOUR PRODUCT, 
DETERMINE
QUANTITATIVELY THE EXACT VIBRATIONS OR OVERTONES WHICH MAKE THE DIFFERENCE 
BETWEEN EMOTIONAL
AND INTELLECTUAL MUSIC."



CHAPTER 11
Into a Sun

As Rovol and Seaton approached the physics laboratory at the beginning of the period of
labor, another small airboat occupied by one man drew up beside them and followed 
them to the
ground. The stranger, another white-bearded ancient, greeted Rovol cordially and was 
introduced
to Seaton as "Caslor, the First of Mechanism."
"Truly, this is a high point in the course of Norlaminian science, my young friend,"
Caslor acknowledged the introduction smilingly. "You have enabled us to put into 
practice many
things which our ancestors studied in theory for many a wearisome cycle of time." 
Turning to
Rovol he went on: "I understand that you require a particularly precise directional 
mechanism? I
know well that it must indeed be one of exceeding precision and delicacy, for the controls 
you
yourself have built are able to hold upon any point, however moving, within the limits of 
our
solar system."
"We require controls a million times as delicate as any I have constructed, therefore, I
have called your surpassing skill into cooperation. It is senseless for me to attempt a task 
in
which I would be doomed to failure. We intend to send out a fifth-order projection, 
which, with
its inconceivable velocity of propagation, will enable us to explore any region in the 
galaxy as
quickly as we now visit our closest sister planet. Knowing the dimensions of this our 
galaxy, you
can readily understand the exact degree of precision required to hold upon a point at its
outermost edge."
"Truly, a problem worthy of any man's brain," Caslor replied after a moment's thought.
"Those small circles," pointing to the forty-foot hour and declination circles which Seaton 
had
thought the ultimate in precise measurement of angular magnitudes, "are of course 
useless. I
shall have to construct large and accurate circles, and in order to produce the slow and 
fast
motions of the required nature, without creep, slip, play, or backlash, I shall require a 
pure
torque, capable of being increased by infinitesimal increments . . . Pure torque."
He thought deeply for a time, then went on: "No gear-train or chain mechanism can be
built of sufficient tightness, since in any mechanism there is some freedom of motion, 
however
slight, and for this purpose the drivers must have no freedom of motion whatever. We 
must have
a pure torque— and the only possible force answering our requirements is band number 
fourteen
hundred sixty seven of the fourth order. I shall therefore be compelled to develop that 
band,
which, having Rovolon, I can now do. The director must, of course, have a full equatorial
mounting, with circles some two hundred fifty feet in diameter. Must your projector tube 
be
longer than that, for correct design?"
"That length will be ample."
"The mounting must be capable of rotation through the full circle of arc in either plane,
and must be driven in precisely the motion required to neutralize the motion of our 
planet,
which, as you know, is somewhat irregular. Additional fast and slow motions must of 
course be
provided to rotate the mechanism upon each graduated circle at the will of the operator. It 
is my
idea to make the outer supporting tube quite large, so that you will have full freedom with 
your
inner, or projector tube proper. It seems to me that dimensions X37 B42 J867 would 
perhaps be
as good as any."
"Perfectly satisfactory. You have the apparatus well in mind."
"These things will consume some time. How soon will you require this mechanism?"
"We also have much to do. Two periods of labor, let us say; or, if you require them,
three."
"It is well. Two periods will be ample time: I was afraid that you might need it today, and
the work cannot be accomplished in one period of labor. The mounting will, of course, be
prepared in the Area of Experiment. Farewell."
"You aren't going to build the final projector here, then?" Seaton asked as Caslor's flier
disappeared.
"We shall build it here, then transport it to the Area, where its dirigible housing will be
ready to receive it. All mechanisms of that type are set up there. Not only is the location
convenient to all interested, but there are to be found all necessary tools, equipment, and
material. Also, and not least important for such long-range work as we contemplate, the 
entire
Area of Experiment is anchored immovably to the solid crust of the planet, so that there 
can be
not even the slightest vibration to affect the direction of our beams of force, which must 
of
course be very long."
He closed the master switches of his power-plants and the two resumed work where they
had left off. The control panel was soon finished. Rovol then plated an immense cylinder 
of
copper and placed it in the power-plant. He next set up an entirely new system of 
refractory
relief-points and installed additional ground-rods, sealed through the floor and extending 
deep
into the ground below, explaining as he worked. "You see, son, we must lose one-
thousandth of
one percent of our total energy, and provision must be made for its dissipation in order to 
avoid
destruction of the laboratory. These air-gap resistances are the simplest means of 
disposing of
the wasted power."
"I understand—but how about disposing of it when we are out in space? We picked up
pretty heavy charges in the Skylark—so heavy that I had to hold up several times in the 
ionized
layer of an atmosphere somewhere while they leaked off—and this kind of apparatus will 
burn
up tons of copper where ours used ounces."
"In the projected space-vessel we shall install converters to utilize all the energy, so that
there will be no loss whatever. Since such converters must be designed and built 
especially for
each installation, and since they require a high degree of precision, it is not worth while 
to
construct them for a purely temporary mechanism, such as this one."
The walls of the laboratory were opened, ventilating blowers were built, and refrigerating
coils were set up everywhere, even in the tubular structure and behind the visiplates. 
After
assuring themselves that everything combustible had been removed the two scientists put 
on,
under their helmets, goggles whose protecting lenses could be built up to any desired 
thickness.
Rovol then threw a switch, and a hemisphere of flaming golden radiance surrounded the
laboratory and extended for miles upon all sides. "Why such a light?" asked Seaton.
"As a warning. This entire area will be filled with dangerous radiations, and that light is a
warning for all uninsulated persons to give our theater of operations a wide berth." "I see. 
What
next?"
"All that remains to be done is to take our lens-material and go," replied Rovol, as he
took from a cupboard the largest faidon that Seaton had ever seen.
"Oh, that's what you're going to use! You know, I've been wondering about that stuff. I
took one back with me to the Earth to experiment on. I gave it everything I could think 
of, and
couldn't touch it I couldn't even make it change its temperature. What is it, anyway?"
"It is not matter at all, in the ordinary sense of the word. It is almost pure crystallized
energy. You have of course noticed that it looks transparent, but that it is not. You cannot 
see
into its substance a millionth of a micron—the illusion of transparency being purely a 
surface
phenomenon, and peculiar to this one form of substance. I have told you that the ether is a
fourth-order substance. The faidon also is a fourth-order substance, but it is crystalline, 
whereas
the ether is probably fluid and amorphous. You might call this faidon crystallized ether 
without
being too wrong."
"But it should weigh tons, and it is hardly heavier than air —or no, wait a minute.
Gravitation is also a fourth-order phenomenon, so it might not weigh anything at all—but 
it
would have terrific mass—or would it, not having protons? Crystallized ether would 
displace
fluid ether, so it might— I'll give up! It's too deep for me!"
"Its theory is abstruse, and I cannot explain it to you any more fully than I have until after
we have given you at least a working knowledge of the fourth and fifth orders. Pure 
fourth-order
material would be without weight and without mass; but these crystals as they are found 
are not
absolutely pure. In crystallizing from the magma they entrapped sufficient numbers of 
particles
of other orders to give them the characteristic!, which you have observed. The impurities,
however, are not sufficient in quantity to offer any point of attack to ordinary reagents."
"But how could such material possibly be formed?"
"It can be formed only in some such gigantic cosmic body as this, our green system,
formed incalculable ages ago, when all the mass comprising it existed as one colossal 
sun.
Picture for yourself the condition in the center of that sun. It has attained the theoretical
maximum of temperature—some seventy million of your Centigrade degrees—the 
electrons
have been stripped from the protons until the entire central core is one solid ball of 
neutronium
and can be compressed no more without destruction of the protons themselves. Still the 
pressure
increases. The temperature, already at the theoretical maximum can no longer increase. 
What
happens?"
"Disruption."
"Precisely. And just at the instant of disruption, during the very instant of generation of
the frightful forces that are to hurl suns, planets, and satellites millions of miles out into
space—in that instant of time, as a result of those unimaginable temperatures and 
pressures, the
faidon comes into being. It can be formed only by the absolute maximum of temperature 
and at a
pressure which can exist only momentarily, even in the largest conceivable masses."
"Then how can you make a lens of it? It must be impossible to work it in any way."
"It cannot be worked in any ordinary way, but we shall take this crystal into the depths of
that white dwarf star, into a region in which obtain pressures and temperatures only less 
than
those giving it birth. There we shall play upon it forces which, under those conditions, 
will be
able to work it quite readily."
"Hm . . . m . . . m. That I want to see. Let's go!"
They seated themselves at the panels, and Rovol began to manipulate keys, levers, and
dials. Instantly a complex structure of visible force—rods, beams and flat areas of 
flaming
scarlet energy—appeared at the end of the tubular, telescope-like network.
"Why red?"
"Merely to render them visible. One cannot work well with invisible tools, hence I have
imposed a colored light frequency upon the invisible frequencies of the forces. We will 
have an
assortment of colors if you prefer," and as he spoke each force assumed a different color, 
so that
the end of the projector was almost lost beneath a riot of color.
The structure of force, which Seaton knew was the secondary projector, swung around as
if sentient A green beam extended itself, picked up the faidon, and lengthened out, 
hurling the
jewel a thousand yards out through the open side of the laboratory. Rovol moved more 
controls
and the structure again righted itself, swinging back into perfect alignment with the tube 
and
carrying the faidon upon its extremity, a thousand yards beyond the roof of the 
laboratory.
"We are now ready to start our projections. Be sure your suit and goggles are perfectly
tight. We must see what we are doing, so the light-rays must be heterodyned upon our 
carrier
wave. Therefore the laboratory and all its neighborhood will be flooded with dangerous
frequencies from the sun we are to visit, as well as with those from our own generators."
"O. K., Chief! All tight here. You say it's ten light-years to that star. How long's it going
to take us to get there?"
"About ten minutes. We could travel that far in less than ten seconds but for the fact that
we must take the faidon with us. Slight as is its mass, it will require much energy in its
acceleration. Our projections, of course, have no mass, and will require only the energy 
of
propagation."
Rovol flicked a finger, a massive pair of plunger switches shot into their sockets, and
Seaton, seated at his board and staring into his visiplate, was astounded to find that he 
apparently
possessed a dual personality. He knew that he was seated motionless in the operator's 
chair in the
base of the rigidly-anchored primary projector, and by taking his eyes away from the 
visiplate
before him he could see that nothing in the laboratory had changed, except that the 
pyrotechnic
display from the power-bar was of unusual intensity. Yet, looking into the visiplate, he 
was out
in space in person, hurtling through space at a pace beside which the best effort of the 
Skylark
seemed the veriest crawl. Swinging his controls to look backward, he gasped as he saw, 
so
stupendous was their velocity, that the green system was only barely discernible as a faint 
green
star!
Again looking forward, it seemed as though a fierce white star had become separated
from the immovable firmament and was now so close to the structure of force in which 
he was
riding that it was already showing a disk perceptible to the unaided eye. A few moments 
more
and the violet-white splendor became so intense that the watchers began to build up, layer 
by
layer, the protective goggles before their eyes. As they approached still closer, falling 
with their
unthinkable velocity into that incandescent inferno, a sight was revealed to their eyes 
such as
man had never before been privileged to gaze upon. They were falling into a white dwarf 
star,
could see everything visible during such an unheard-of journey, and would live to 
remember
what they had seen! They saw the magnificent spectacle of solar prominences shooting 
hundreds
of thousands of miles into space, and directly in their path they saw an immense sun-spot, 
a
combined volcanic eruption and cyclonic storm in a gaseous-liquid medium of blinding
incandescence.
"Better dodge that spot, hadn't we, Rovol? Mightn't it be generating interfering fourth-
order frequencies?"
"It is undoubtedly generating fourth-order rays, but nothing can interfere with us, since
we are controlling every component of our beam from Norlamin."
Seaton gripped his hand-rail violently and involuntarily drew himself together into the
smallest possible compass as, with their awful speed unchecked, they plunged through 
that
flaming, incandescent photosphere and on, straight down, into the unexplored, 
unimaginable
interior of that frightful mass.
Through the protecting, golden, shielding metal, Seaton could see the structure of force
in which he was, and could also see the faidon—in outline, as transparent diamonds are 
visible
in equally transparent water. Their apparent motion slowed rapidly and the material about 
them
thickened and become more and more opaque. The faidon drew back toward them until it 
was
actually touching the projector, and eddy currents and striae became visible in the mass 
about
them as their progress grew slower and slower.
" 'Smatter? Something wrong?" demanded Seaton.
"Not at all, everything is working perfectly. The substance is now so dense that it is
becoming opaque to rays of the fourth order, so that we are now partially displacing the 
medium
instead of moving through it without friction. At the point where we can barely see to 
work; that
is, when our carriers will be so retarded that they can no longer carry the heterodyned 
light
waves without complete distortion, we shall stop automatically, as the material at that 
depth will
have the required density to refract the fifth-order rays to the correct degree."
"How can our foundations stand it? This stuff must be a hundred times as dense as
platinum already, and we must be pushing a horrible load in going through it."
"We are exerting no force whatever upon our foundations nor upon Norlamin. The force
is transmitted without loss from the power-plant in our laboratory to this secondary 
projector
here inside the star, where it is liberated in the correct band to pull us through the mass, 
using all
the mass ahead of us as an anchorage. When we wish to return, we shall simply change 
the pull
into a push. Ah! We are now at a standstill —now comes the most important moment of 
the
entire project."
All apparent motion had ceased, and Seaton could see only dimly the outlines of the
faidon, now directly before his eyes. The structure of force slowly warped around until its 
front
portion held the faidon as in a vise. Rovol pressed a lever and behind them, in the 
laboratory,
four enormous plunger switches drove home. A plane of pure energy, flaming radiantly 
even in
the indescribable incandescence of the core of that seething star, bisected the faidon 
neatly, and
ten gigantic beams, five upon each half of the jewel, rapidly molded two sections of a
geometrically-perfect hollow lens. The two sections were then brought together by the 
closing of
the jaws of the mighty vise, their edges in exact alignment. Instantly the plane and the 
beams of
energy became transformed into two terrific opposing tubes of force—vibrant, glowing 
tubes
whose edges in contact coincided with the almost invisible seam between the two halves 
of the
lens.
Like a welding arc raised to the Nth power those two immeasurable and irresistible
forces met exactly in opposition— a meeting of such incredible violence that seismic
disturbances occurred throughout the entire mass of that dense, violet-white star. 
Sunspots of
unprecedented size appeared, prominences erupted to hundreds of times their normal 
distances,
and although the two scientists deep in the core of the tormented star were unaware of 
what was
happening upon its surface, convulsion after Titanic convulsion wracked the mighty 
globe and
enormous masses of molten and gaseous material were riven from it and hurled far out 
into
space.
Seaton felt his air-supply grow hot. Suddenly it became icy cold, and knowing that Rovol
had energized the refrigerator system, Seaton turned away from the fascinating welding
operation for a quick look around the laboratory. As he did so he realized Rovol's vast
knowledge and understood the reason for the new system of relief-points and ground-
rods, as
well as the necessity for the all-embracing scheme of refrigeration.
Even through the practically opaque goggles he could see that the laboratory was one
mass of genuine lightning. Not only from the relief-points, but from every metallic corner 
and
protuberance the pent-up losses from the disintegrating bar were hurling themselves upon 
the
flaring, blue-white, rapidly-volatilizing ground-rods; and the very air of the room, 
renewed
second by second though it was by the powerful blowers, was beginning to take on the 
pearly
luster of the highly-ionized corona. The bar was plainly visible, a scintillating demon of 
pure
violet radiance, and a momentary spasm of fear seized him as he saw how rapidly that 
great
mass of copper was shrinking—fear that their power would be exhausted with their task 
still
uncompleted.
But the calculations of the aged physicist had been accurate. The lens was completed
with some hundreds of pounds of copper to spare, and that geometrical form, with its 
precious
content of near-neutronium, was following the secondary projector back toward the green
system. Rovol left his seat, discarded his. armor, and signaled Seaton to do the same.
"I've got to hand it to you, ace—you're a blinding flash and a deafening report!" Seaton
exclaimed, writhing out of his insulating suit. "I feel like I'd been pulled half-way through 
a
knot-hole and riveted over on both ends! How big a lens did you make, anyway? Looked 
like it'd
hold a couple of liters, maybe three."
"Its contents are almost exactly three liters."
"Hm . . . m . . . m. Seven and a half million kilograms— say eight thousand tons. Some
mass, I'd say, to put into a gallon jug. Of course, being inside the faidon it won't have any
weight, and while the inertia may not be . . . that's why you're taking so long to bring it 
in?"
"Yes. The projector will now bring it here into the laboratory without any further
attention from us. The period of labor is about to end, and tomorrow we shall find the 
lens
awaiting us when we arrive to begin work."
"How about cooling it off? It had a temperature of something like forty or fifty million
degrees Centigrade before you started working on it; and when you got done with it, it 
must have
been hot."
"You are forgetting again, son. Remember that the hot, dense material is entirely
enclosed in an envelope impervious to all vibrations longer than those of the fifth order. 
You
could put your hand upon it now, without receiving any sensation either of heat or of 
cold."
"That's right—I did forget. I noticed that I could take a faidon right out of an electric arc
and it wouldn't even be warm. I couldn't explain why it was, but I see now. So that stuff 
inside
that lens will always stay as hot as it is right now! Zowie! Here's hoping she never 
explodes!
Well, there's the bell—for once in my life, I'm ready to quit when the whistle blows," and 
arm in
arm the young Terrestrial chemist and the aged Norlaminian physicist strolled out to their
waiting airboat.



CHAPTER 12
Flying Visits - Via Projection

"Now what?" asked Seaton as he and Rovol entered the laboratory. "Tear down this
fourth-order projector and tackle the big job? I see the lens is here, on schedule."
"We shall have further use for this mechanism. We shall need at least one more lens of
this dense material, and other scientists also may have need of one or two. Then, too, the 
new
projector must be so large that it cannot be erected in this room."
As he spoke Rovol seated himself at his control-desk and ran his fingers lightly over the
keys. The entire wall of the laboratory disappeared, hundreds of beams of force darted 
here and
there, seizing and working raw materials, and in the portal there grew up, to Seaton's 
amazement,
a keyboard and panel installation such as the Earth-man, in his wildest moments, had 
never
imagined. Bank upon bank of typewriterlike keys; row upon row of keys, pedals, and 
stops
resembling somewhat those of the console of a gigantic pipe-organ; panel upon panel of 
meters,
switches, and dials—all arranged about two deeply-cushioned chairs and within reach of 
their
occupants.
"Whew! That looks like the combined mince-pie nightmares of a whole flock of linotype
operators, pipe-organists, and hard-boiled radio hams!" exclaimed Seaton when the 
installation
was complete. "Now that you've got it, what are you going to do with it?"
"There is not a control system upon Norlamin adequate for the task we face, since the
problem of the projection of rays of the fifth order has heretofore been of only academic 
interest.
Therefore it becomes necessary to construct such a control. This mechanism will, I am 
confident,
have a sufficiently wide range of application to perform any operation we shall require of 
it."
"It looks as though it could do anything, provided the man behind it knows how to play a
tune on it—but if that rumble seat is for me, you'd better count me out. I followed you for 
about
fifteen seconds, then lost you completely."
"That is, of course, true, and is a point I was careless enough to overlook." Rovol thought
for a moment, then got up, crossed the room to his control desk, and continued, "We shall
dismantle the machine and rebuild it at once."
"Oh, no—too much work!" protested Seaton. "You've got it about done, haven't you?"
"It is hardly started. Two hundred thousand bands of force must be linked to it, each in its
proper place, and it is necessary that you should understand thoroughly every detail of 
this entire
projector."
"Why? I'm not ashamed to admit that I haven't got brains enough to understand a thing
like that."
"You have sufficient brain capacity; it is merely undeveloped. There are two reasons why
you must be as familiar with this mechanism as you are with the controls of your own 
Skylark.
The first is that a similar control is to be installed in your new space-vessel, since by its 
use you
can attain a perfection of handling impossible by any other system. The second, and more
important reason, is that neither I nor any other man of Norlamin could compel himself, 
by any
force of will, to direct a ray that would take away the life of any fellow-man."
While Rovol was speaking he had reversed his process, and soon the component parts of
the new control had been disassembled and piled in orderly array about the room.
"Hm . . . m . . . m. Never thought of that. It's right, too," mused Seaton. "How're you
going to get it into my thick skull—with an educator?"
"Exactly," and Rovol sent a beam of force after his highly developed educational
mechanism. Dials and electrodes were adjusted, connections were established, and the 
beams
and pencils of force began to reconstruct the great central controlling device. But this 
time,
instead of being merely a bewildered spectator, Seaton was an active participant in the 
work. As
each key and meter was wrought and mounted, there were indelibly impressed upon his 
brain the
exact reason for and function of the part; and later, when the control itself was finished 
and the
seemingly interminable task of connecting it up to the out-put force bands of the 
transformers
had begun, he had a complete understanding of everything with which he was working, 
and
understood all the means by which the ends he had so long desired were to be attained. 
For to the
ancient scientist the tasks he was then performing were the merest routine, to be 
performed in
reflex fashion, and he devoted most of his attention to transferring from his own brain to 
that of
his young assistant all of his stupendous knowledge which the smaller brain of the 
Terrestrial
was capable of absorbing. More and more rapidly as the work progressed the mighty 
flood of
knowledge poured into Sea-ton's mind. After an hour or so, when enough connections 
had been
made so that automatic forces could be so directed as to finish the job, Rovol and Seaton 
left the
laboratory and went into the living room. As they walked, the educator accompanied 
them, borne
upon a beam of force.
"Your brain is behaving very nicely indeed, much better than I would have thought
possible from its size. In fact, it may be possible for me to transfer to you all the 
knowledge I
have which might be of use to you. That is why I took you away from the laboratory. 
What do
you think of the idea?"
"Our psychologists have always maintained that none of us ever uses more than a minute
fraction of the actual capacity of his brain," Seaton replied after a moment's thought. "If 
you
think you can give me even a percentage of your knowledge without killing me, I don't 
need to
tell you how glad I would be to have it."
"Knowing that you would be, I have already requested Drasnik, the First of Psychology,
to come here, and he has just arrived," answered Rovol, and as he spoke, that personage 
entered
the room.
When the facts had been set before him the psychologist nodded his head.
"That is quite possible," he said with enthusiasm, "and I will be only too glad to assist in
such an operation."
"But listen!" protested Seaton, "You'll probably change my whole personality—Rovol's
brain is three times the size of mine!"
"Tut-tut—nothing of the kind," Drasnik reproved him. "As you have said, you are using
only a minute portion of the active mass of your brain. The same thing is true with us— 
many
millions of cycles would have to pass before we would be able to fill the brains we now 
have."
"Then why are your brains so large?"
"Merely a provision of Nature that no possible accession of knowledge shall find her
storehouse too small," replied Drasnik, positively. "Ready?"
All three donned the headsets and a wave of mental force swept into Seaton's mind, a
wave of such power that the Terrestrial's every sense wilted under the impact. He did not 
faint,
he did not lose consciousness—he simply lost all control of every nerve and fiber as his 
entire
brain passed into the control of the immense mentality of the First of Psychology and 
became a
purely receptive, plastic medium upon which to impress the knowledge of the aged 
physicist.
Hour after hour the transfer continued, Seaton lying limp as though lifeless, the two
Norlaminians tense and rigid, every faculty concentrated upon the ignorant, virgin brain 
exposed
to their gaze. Finally the operation was complete and Seaton, released from the weird, 
hypnotic
grip of that stupendous mind, gasped, shook himself, and writhed to his feet.
"Great Cat!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment. "I wouldn't have believed
there was as much to know in the entire Universe as I know right now. Thanks, fellows, a
million times—but say, did you leave any open space for more? In one way, I seem to 
know less
than I did before, there's so much more to find out. Can I learn anything more, or did you 
fill me
up to capacity?"
The psychologist, who had been listening to the exuberant youth with undisguised
pleasure, spoke calmly.
"The mere fact that you appreciate your comparative ignorance shows that you are still
capable of learning. Your capacity to learn is greater than it ever was before, even though 
the
waste space has been reduced. Much to our surprise, Rovol and I gave you all of his 
knowledge
that would be of any use to you, and some of my own, and still theoretically you can add 
to it
more than nine times the total of your present knowledge."
The psychologist departed, and Rovol and Seaton returned to the laboratory, where the
forces were still merrily at work. There was nothing that could be done to hasten the 
connecting,
and it was late in the following period of labor before they could begin the actual 
construction of
the projector. Once started, however, it progressed with amazing rapidity. Now 
understanding
the system, it did not seem strange to Seaton that he should merely actuate a certain 
combination
of forces when he desired a certain operation performed; nor did it seem unusual or 
worthy of
comment that one flick of his finger would send a force a distance of hundreds of miles to 
a
factory where other forces were busily at work, to seize a hundred angle-bars of 
transparent
purple metal that were to form the backbone of the fifth-order projector. Nor did it seem 
peculiar
that the same force, with no further instruction, should bring those hundred bars back to 
him, in a
high loop through the atmosphere; should deposit them gently in a convenient space near 
the site
of operations; and then should disappear as though it had never existed! With such tools 
as that,
it was a matter of only a few hours before the projector was done—a task that would have
required years of planning and building upon Earth.
Two hundred and fifty feet it towered above their heads, a tubular network of braced and
latticed I-beams, fifty feet in diameter at the base and tapering smoothly to a diameter of 
about
ten feet at the top. Built of a metal thousands of times as strong and as hard as any 
possible steel,
it was not cumbersome in appearance, and yet was strong enough to be almost absolutely 
rigid.
Ten enormous forces held the lens of neutronium in the center of the upper end; at 
intervals
down the shaft similar forces held variously-shaped lenses and prisms shaped from zones 
of
force; in the center of the bottom or floor of the towering structure was the double 
controlling
system, with a universal visiplate facing each operator.
"So far, so good," remarked Seaton as the last connection was made. "Now we hop in and
give the baby a ride over to the Area of Experiment. Caslor must have the mounting 
done, and
we've got time enough left in this period to try her out."
"In a moment. I am setting the fourth-order projector to go out to the dwarf star after an
additional supply of neutronium."
Seaton, knowing that from the data of their first journey the controls could be so set as to
duplicate their feat in every particular without supervision, stepped into bis seat in the 
new
controller, pressed a key, and spoke.
"Hi, Dottie, doing anything?"
"Nothing much," Dorothy's clear voice answered. "Got it done and can I see it?"
"Sure—sit tight and I'll send a flitabout after you."
As he spoke Rovol's flier darted into the air and away; and in two minutes it returned,
slowing abruptly as it landed. Dorothy stepped out, radiant, and returned Seaton's 
enthusiastic
caresses with equal fervor before she spoke.
"Lover, I'm afraid you violated all known speed laws getting me here. Aren't you afraid
of getting pinched?"
"Nope—not here. Besides, I didn't want to keep Rovol waiting—we're all ready to go.
Hop in here with me, this left-hand control's mine."
Rovol entered the tube, took his place, and waved his hand. Seaton's hands swept over
the keys and the whole gigantic structure wafted into the air. Still upright, it was borne 
upon
immense rods of force toward the Area of Experiment, which was soon reached. Covered 
as the
Area was with fantastic equipment, there was no doubt as to their destination, for in plain 
sight,
dominating all the lesser installations, there rose a stupendous telescopic mounting, with 
an
enormous hollow tube of metallic lattice-work which could be intended for nothing else 
than
their projector. Approaching it carefully, Seaton deftly guided the projector lengthwise 
into that
hollow receptacle and anchored it in the optical axis. Flashing beams of force made short 
work
of welding the two tubes together immovably with angles and lattices of the same purple 
metal,
the terminals of the variable-speed motors were attached to the controllers, and 
everything was
in readiness for the first trial.
"What special instruction do we need to run it, if any?" Seaton asked the First of
Mechanism, who had lifted himself up into the projector.
"Very little. This control governs the hour motion, that one the right ascension. The
potentiometers regulate the degree of vernier action—any ratio is possible, from direct 
drive up
to more than a hundred million complete revolutions of that graduated dial to give you 
one
second of arc."
"Plenty fine, I'd say. Thanks a lot, Ace. Whither away, Rovol—any choice?"
"Anywhere you please, son, since this is merely a tryout."
"O. K. Well hop over and tell Dunark hello."
The tube swung around into line with that distant planet and Seaton stepped down, hard,
upon a pedal. Instantly they seemed infinite myriads of miles out in space, the green 
system
barely visible as a faint green star behind them.
"Wow, that ray's fast!" exclaimed the pilot, ruefully. "I overshot about a hundred light
years. I'll try it again, with considerably less power," as he rearranged and reset the dials 
and
meters before him. Adjustment after adjustment and many reductions in power had to be 
made
before the projection ceased leaping millions of miles at a touch, but finally Seaton 
became
familiar with the new technique and the thing became manageable. Soon they were 
hovering
above what bad been Mardonale, and saw that all signs of warfare had disappeared. 
Slowly
turning the controls, Seaton flashed the projection over the girdling Osnomian sea and 
guided it
through the supposedly impregnable metal walls of the palace into the throne room of 
Roban,
where they saw the Emperor, Tarnan the Karbix, and Dunark in close conference.
"Well, here we are," remarked Seaton. "Now we'll put on a little visibility and give the
natives a treat."
"Sh-sh," whispered Dorothy. "They'll hear you, Dick—we're intruding shamefully."
"No, they won't hear us, because I haven't heterodyned the audio in on the wave yet. And
as for intruding, that's exactly what we came over here for."
He imposed the aud^o system upon the inconceivably high frequency of their carrier
wave and spoke in the Osnomian tongue.
"Greetings, Roban, Dunark, and Tarnan, from Seaton." All three jumped to their feet,
amazed, staring about the empty room as Seaton went on, "I am not here in person. I am 
simply
sending you my projection. Just a moment and I will put on a little visibility."
He brought more forces into play, and solid images of force appeared in the great hall;
images of the three occupants of the controller. Introductions and greeting over, Seaton 
spoke
briefly and to the point.
"We've got everything we came after—much more than I had any idea we could get. You
need have no more fear of the Fenachrone—we have found a science superior to theirs. 
But
much remains to be done, and we have none too much time; therefore I have come to you 
with
certain requests."
"The Overlord has but to command," replied Roban.
"Not command, since we are all working together for a common cause. In the name of
that cause, Dunark, I ask you to come to me at once, accompanied by Tarnan and any 
others you
may select. You will be piloted by a force which we shall set upon your controls. Upon 
your way
here you will visit the First City of Dasor, another planet, where you will pick up Sacner 
Carton,
who will be awaiting you there."
"As you direct, so it shall be," and Seaton flashed the projector to the neighboring planet
of Urvania. There he found that the gigantic space-cruiser he had ordered had been 
completed,
and requested Urvan and his commander-in-chief to tow it to Norlamin. He then jumped 
to
Dasor, there interviewing Carfon and being assured of the full cooperation of the 
porpoise-men.
"Well, that's that, folks," said Seaton as he shut off the power. "We can't do much more
for a few days, until they get here for the council of war. How'd it be, Rovol, for me to 
practice
with this outfit while you are finishing up the odds and ends you want to clean up? You 
might
suggest to Orion, too, that it'd be a good deed for him to pilot our visitors over here."
As Rovol wafted himself to the ground from their lofty station, Crane and Margaret
appeared and were lifted up to the place formerly occupied by the physicist.
"How's tricks, Mart? I hear you're quite an astronomer?"
"Yes, thanks to Orion and the First of Psychology. He seemed quite interested in
increasing our Earthly knowledge. I certainly know much more than I had ever hoped to 
know of
anything."
"Me, too. You can pilot us to the Fenachrone system now without any trouble. You also
absorbed some ethnology and kindred sciences. What d'you think—with Dunark and 
Urvan, do
we know enough to go ahead or should we take a chance on holding things up while we 
get
acquainted with some of the other peoples of these planets of the green system?"
"Delay is dangerous, as our time is already short," Crane replied. "We know enough, I
believe. Furthermore, any additional assistance is problematical; in fact, it is more than 
doubtful.
The Norlaminians have surveyed the system rather thoroughly, and no other planet seems 
to
have inhabitants who have even approached the development attained here."
"Right—that's exactly the way I dope it. As soon as the gang assembles we'll go over the
top. In the meantime, I called you over to take a ride in this projector—it's a darb. I'd like 
to
shoot for the Fenachrone system first, but I don't quite dare to."
"Don't dare to? You?" scoffed Margaret. "How come?"
"Cancel the 'dare'—make it 'prefer not to'. Why? Because while they can't work through a
zone of force, some of their real scientists—and they have lots of them—not like the bull-
headed
soldier we captured—may well be able to detect fifth-order stuff—even if they can't work 
with it
intelligently—and if they detected us, it'd put them on guard."
"Sound reasoning, Dick," Crane agreed, "and there speaks the Norlaminian physicist, and
not my old and reckless playmate, Richard Seaton."
"Oh, I don't know—I told you I was getting timid like a mice. But let's not sit here
twiddling our thumbs—let's go places and do things. Whither away? I want a destination 
a good
ways off, not something in our own back yard."
"Go back home, of course, stupe," put in Dorothy. "Do you have to be told every little
thing?"
"Sure—never thought of that," and Seaton, after a moment's rapid mental arithmetic,
swung the great tube around, rapidly adjusted a few dials, and kicked in the energizing 
pedal.
There was a fleeting instant of unthinkable velocity, then they found themselves poised
somewhere in space.
"Well, wonder how far I missed it on my first shot?" Sea-ton's crisp voice broke the
stunned silence. "Guess that's our sun, over to the left ain't it, Mart?"
"Yes. You were about right for distance, and within a few tenths of a light-year laterally.
That is very close, I would say."
"Rotten, for these controls. Except for the effect of relative proper, orbital, and other
motions which I can't evaluate exactly yet for lack of precise data, I should be able to hit 
the left
eye of a gnat at this range; and the uncertainty in my data couldn't have thrown me off 
more than
a few hundred feet. Nope, I was too anxious—hurried too much on the settings of the 
slow
verniers. I'll snap back and try it again."
He did so, adjusted the verniers very carefully, and again threw on the power. There was
again the sensation of the barest perceptible moment of unimaginable speed, and they 
were in
the air some fifty feet above the ground of Crane Field, almost above the testing shed. 
Seaton
rapidly adjusted the variable-speed motors until they were perfectly stationary relative to 
the
surface of the earth.
"You are improving," commented Crane.
"Yeah—that's more like it. Guess maybe I can learn to shoot this gun, in time."
They dropped through the roof into the laboratory, where Maxwell, now in charge, was
watching a reaction and occasionally taking notes.
"Hi, Max! Seaton speaking, on a television. Got your range?"
"Exactly, Chief, apparently. I can hear you perfectly, but can't see anything." Maxwell
stared about the empty laboratory.
"You will in a minute. I knew I had you, but didn't want to scare you out of a year's
growth," and Seaton thickened the image until they were plainly visible.
"Please call Mr. Vaneman on the phone and tell him you're in touch with us," directed
Seaton as soon as greetings had been exchanged. "Better yet, after you've broken it to 
them
gently, Dot can talk to them, then we'll go over and see "em."
The connection established, Dorothy's image floated up to the telephone and spoke.
"Mother? This is the weirdest thing you ever imagined. We're not really here at all, you
know—we're actually here in Norlamin—no, I mean Dick's just sending a kind of talking 
picture
of us to see you on earth here . . . Oh, no, I don't know anything about it—it's something 
like
television, but much more so—I'm saying this myself right now, without any rehearsal or
anything . . . we didn't want to burst in on you without warning, because you'd be sure to 
think
you were seeing ghosts, and we're all perfectly all right . . . we're having the most 
perfectly
gorgeous time you ever imagined . . . Oh, I'm so excited I can't explain anything, even if I 
knew
anything about it to explain. We'll all four of us be over there in about a second and tell 
you
about it. 'Bye!"
Indeed, it was even less than a second—Mrs. Vaneman was still in the act of hanging up
the receiver when the image materialized in the living-room of Dorothy's girlhood home.
"Hello, mother and dad," Seaton's voice was cheerful, but matter-of-fact. "I'll thicken this
up so you can see us better in a minute. But don't think that we are flesh and blood. You'll 
see
simply three-dimensional force-images of us."
For a long time Mr. and Mrs. Vaneman chatted with the four visitors from so far away in
space, while Seaton gloried in the perfect working of that marvelous projector.
"Well, our time's about up," Seaton finally ended the visit. "The quitting-whistle's going
to blow in five minutes, and they don't like overtime work over here where we are. Well 
drop in
and see you again maybe, sometime before we come back."
"Do you know yet when you are coming back?" asked Mrs. Vaneman.
"Not an idea in the world, mother, any more than we had when we started. But we're
getting along fine, having the time of our lives, and are learning a lot besides. So-long!" 
and Sea-
ton clicked off the power.
As they descended from the projector and walked toward the waiting airboat Seaton fell
in beside Rovol.
"You know they've got our new cruiser built of dagal, and are bringing it over here.
Dagal's good stuff, but it isn't as good as your inoson, which is the theoretical ultimate in
strength possible for any material possessing molecular structure. Why wouldn't it be a 
sound
idea to flash it over into inoson when it gets here?"
"That would be an excellent idea, and we shall do so. It also has occurred to me that
Caslor of Mechanism, Astron of Energy, Satrazon of Chemistry, myself, and one or two 
others
should collaborate in installing a very complete fifth-order projector in the new Skylark, 
as well
as any other equipment which may seem desirable. The security of the Universe may 
depend
upon the abilities and qualities of you Terrestrials and your vessel, and therefore nothing 
should
be left undone which it is possible for us to do."
"That would help, and we'd appreciate it. Thanks. You might do that, while we attend to
such preliminaries as wiping out the Fenachrone fleet."
In due time the reenforcements from the other planets arrived, and the mammoth space-
cruiser attracted attention even before it was landed, so enormous was she in comparison 
with
the tiny vessels having her in tow. Resting upon the ground, it seemed absurd that such a
structure could possibly move under her own power. For two miles that enormous mass 
of metal
extended over the country-side, and while it was very narrow for its length, still its fifteen
hundred feet of diameter dwarfed everything nearby. But Rovol and his aged co-workers 
smiled
happily as they saw it, erected their keyboards, and set to work with a will.
Meanwhile a group had gathered about a conference table —a group such as had never
before been seen together upon any world. There was Fodan, the ancient Chief of the 
Five of
Norlamin, huge-headed, with his leonine mane and flowing beard of white. There were 
Dunark
and Tarn an of Osnome and Urvan of Urvania—smooth-faced and keen, utterly 
implacable and
ruthless in war. There was Sacner Carfon Twenty Three Forty Six, the immense, 
porpoise-like,
hairless Dasorian. There were Seaton and Crane, representatives of our own Earthly 
civilization.
Seaton opened the meeting by handing each man a headset and running a reel showing
the plans of the Fenachrone; not only as he had secured them from the captain of the 
marauding
vessel, but also everything the First of Psychology had deduced from his own study of 
that
inhuman brain. He then removed the reel and gave them the tentative plans of battle. 
Headsets
removed, he threw the meeting open for discussion —and discussion there was in plenty. 
Each
man had ideas, which were thrown upon the table and studied, for the most part calmly 
and
dispassionately. The conference continued until only one point was left, upon which 
argument
waxed so hot that everyone seemed shouting at once.
"Order!" commanded Seaton, banging his fist upon the table. "Osnome and Urvania wish
to strike without warning, Norlamin and Dasor insist upon a formal declaration of war. 
Earth has
the deciding vote. Mart, how do we vote on this?"
"I vote for formal warning, for two reasons, one of which I believe will convince even
Dunark. First, because it is the fair thing to do—which reason is, of course, the one 
actualing the
Norlaminians, but which would not be considered by Osnome, nor even remotely 
understood by
the Fenachrone. Second, I am certain that the Fenachrone will merely be enraged by the 
warning
and will defy us. Then what will they do? You have already said that you have been able 
to
locate only a few of their exploring warships. As soon as we declare war upon them they 
will
almost certainly send out torpedoes to every one of their ships of war. We can then trace 
the
torpedoes, and thus will be enabled to find and to destroy their vessels."
"That settles that," declared the chairman as a shout of agreement arose. "We shall now
adjourn to the projector and send the warning. I have a tracer upon the torpedo 
announcing the
destruction by us of their vessel, and that torpedo will arrive at its destination very 
shortly. It
seems to me that we should make our announcement immediately after their ruler has 
received
the news of their first defeat."
In the projector, where they were joined by Rovol, Orion, and several others of the
various "Firsts" of Norlamin, they flashed out to the flying torpedo, and Seaton grinned at 
Crane
as their fifth-order carrier beam went through the far-flung screens of the Fenachrone 
without
setting up the slightest reaction. In the wake of that speeding messenger they flew 
through a
warm, foggy, dense atmosphere, through a receiving trap in the wall of a gigantic conical
structure, and on into the telegraph room. They saw the operator remove spools of tape 
from the
torpedo and attach them to a magnetic sender—heard him speak.
"Pardon, your majesty—we have just received a first-degree-emergency torpedo from
flagship Y427W of fleet 42. In readiness."
"Put it on, here in the council chamber," a deep voice snapped.
"If he's broadcasting it, we're in for a spell of hunting," Seaton remarked. "Ah—he's
putting it on a tight beam. That's fine; we can trace it," and with a narrow detector beam 
he
traced the invisible transmission beam into the council room.
" 'Sfunny. This place seems awfully familiar—I'd swear I'd seen it before, lots of
times—seems like I've been in it, more than once," Seaton remarked, puzzled, as he 
looked
around the somber room, with its dull, paneled metal walls covered with charts, maps, 
screens,
and speakers; and with its low, massive furniture. "Oh, sure, I'm familiar with it from 
studying
the brain of that Fenachrone captain. Well, while His Nibs is absorbing the bad news, 
we'll go
over this once more.
You, Carfon, having the biggest voice any of us ever heard uttering intelligible language,
are to give the speech. You know about what to say. When I say 'go ahead' do your stuff. 
Now,
everybody else, listen. While he's talking I've got to have audio waves heterodyned both 
ways in
the circuit, and they'll be able to hear any noise any of us make—so all of us except 
Carfon want
to keep absolutely quiet, no matter what happens or what we see. As soon as he's done I'll 
cut off
our audio and say something to let you all know we're off the air. Got it?"
"One point has occurred to me about handling the warning," boomed Carfon. "If it should
be delivered from apparently empty air, directly at those we wish to address, it would 
give the
enemy an insight into our methods, which might be undesirable."
"Hm . . . m . . . m. Never thought of that . . . it sure would, and it would be undesirable,"
agreed Seaton. "Let's see . . . we can get away from that by broadcasting it They have a 
very
complete system of speakers, but no matter how many private-band speakers a man may 
have,
he always has one on the general wave, which is used for very important announcements 
of wide
interest. I'll broadcast you on that wave, so that every general-wave speaker on the planet 
will be
energized. That way, it'll look like we're shooting from a distance. You might talk 
accordingly."
"If we have a minute more, there's something I would like to ask," Dunark broke the
ensuing silence. "Here we are, seeing everything that is happening there. Walls, planets, 
even
suns, do not bar our vision, because of the fifth-order carrier wave. I understand that, 
partially.
But how can we see anything there? I always thought that I knew something about
communications and television hook-ups and techniques, but I see that I don't. There 
must be a
collector or receiver, close to the object viewed, with nothing opaque to light intervening. 
Light
from that object must be heterodyned upon the fifth-order carrier and transmitted back to 
us.
How can you do all that from here, with neither a receiver nor a transmitter at the other 
end?"
"We don't," Seaton assured him. "At the other end there are both, and a lot of other stuff
besides. Our secondary projector out there is composed of forces, visible or invisible, as 
we
please. Part of those forces comprise the receiving, viewing, and sending instruments. 
They are
not material, it is true, but they are nevertheless fully as actual, and far more efficient, 
than any
other system of radio, television, or telephone in existence anywhere else. It is force, you 
know,
that makes radio or television work—the actual copper, insulation, and other matter serve 
only to
guide and to control the various forces employed. The Norlaminians have found out how 
to
direct and control pure forces without using the cumbersome and hindering material 
substance . .
."
He broke off as the record from the torpedo stopped suddenly and the operator's voice
came through a speaker.
"General Fenimol! Scoutship K3296, patrolling the detector zone, wishes to give you an
urgent emergency report. I told them that you were in council with the Emperor, and they
instructed me to interrupt it, no matter how important the council may be. They have on 
board a
survivor of the Y427W, and have captured and killed two men of the same race as those 
who
destroyed our vessel. They say that you will want their report without an instant's delay."
"We do!" barked the general, at a sign from his ruler. "Put it on here. Run the rest of the
torpedo report immediately afterward."
In the projector, Seaton stared at Crane a moment, then a light of grim understanding
spread over his features.
"DuQuesne, of course—I'll bet a hat no other Tellurian is this far from home. I can't help
feeling sorry for the poor devil—he's a darn good man gone wrong—but we'd've had to 
kill him
ourselves, probably, before we got done with him; so it's probably just as well they got 
him. Pin
your ears back, everybody, and watch close—we want to get this, all of it."



CHAPTER 13
THE DECLARATION OF WAR

THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE FENACHRONE LAY IN A JUNGLE PLAIN SURROUNDED BY 
TOWERING HILLS. A
PERFECT CIRCLE OF IMMENSE DIAMETER, ITS BUILDINGS, OF UNIFORM HEIGHT, OF 
IDENTICAL DESIGN, AND
CONSTRUCTED OF THE SAME DULL GRAY, TRANSLUCENT METAL, WERE ARRANGED IN 
CONCENTRIC CIRCLES, LIKE THE
ANNULAR RINGS SEEN UPON THE STUMP OF A TREE. BETWEEN EACH RING OF BUILDINGS 
AND THE ONE NEXT
INSIDE IT THERE WERE LAGOONS, LAWNS, AND GROVES—LAGOONS OF TEPID, SULLENLY-
STEAMING WATER;
LAWNS WHICH WERE VERITABLE CARPETS OF LUSH, RANK RUSHES AND OF DANK MOSSES; 
GROVES OF PALMS,
GIGANTIC FERNS, BAMBOOS, AND NUMEROUS TROPICAL GROWTHS UNKNOWN TO EARTHLY 
BOTANY. AT THE VERY
EDGE OF THE CITY BEGAN JUNGLE UNRELIEVED AND PRIMEVAL; THE IMPENETRABLE, 
UNCONQUERABLE JUNGLE
POSSIBLE ONLY TO SUCH METEOROLOGICAL CONDITIONS AS OBTAINED THERE. WIND 
THERE WAS NONE, NOR
SUNSHINE. ONLY OCCASIONALLY WAS THE SUN OF THAT REEKING WORLD VISIBLE 
THROUGH THE OMNIPRESENT
FOG, A PALE, WAN DISK; ALWAYS THE ATMOSPHERE WAS ONE OF OPPRESSIVE, HOT, HUMID 
VAPOR. IN THE
EXACT CENTER OF THE CITY ROSE AN IMMENSE STRUCTURE, A TERRACED CONE OF 
BUILDINGS, AS THOUGH
IMMENSE DISKS OF SMALLER AND SMALLER DIAMETER HAD BEEN PILED ONE UPON THE 
OTHER. IN THESE
APARTMENTS DWELT THE NOBILITY AND THE HIGH OFFICIALS OF THE FENACHRONE. IN 
THE HIGHEST DISK OF ALL,
INVISIBLE ALWAYS FROM THE SURFACE OF THE PLANET BECAUSE OF THE ALL-
ENSHROUDING MIST, WERE THE
APARTMENTS OF THE EMPEROR OF THAT MONSTROUS RACE.
SEATED UPON LOW, HEAVILY-BUILT METAL STOOLS ABOUT THE GREAT TABLE IN THE 
COUNCIL-ROOM
WERE FENOR, EMPEROR OF THE FENACHRONE; FENIMOL, HIS GENERAL-IN-COMMAND; 
AND THE FULL
COUNCIL OF ELEVEN OF THE PLANET. BEING PROJECTED IN THE AIR BEFORE THEM WAS A 
THREE-DIMENSIONAL
MOVING, TALKING PICTURE —THE REPORT OF THE SOLE SURVIVOR OF THE WARSHIP THAT 
HAD ATTACKED THE
SKYLARK II. IN EXACT ACCORDANCE WITH THE FACTS AS THE ENGINEER KNEW THEM, THE 
DETAILS OF THE BATTLE
AND COMPLETE INFORMATION CONCERNING THE CONQUERORS WERE SHOWN. AS VIVIDLY 
AS THOUGH THE
SCENE WERE BEING RE-ENACTED BEFORE THEIR EYES THEY SAW THE CAPTIVE REVIVE IN 
THE VIOLET, AND HEARD
THE CONVERSATION BETWEEN THE ENGINEER, DUQUESNE, AND LORING.
IN THE VIOLET THEY SPED FOR DAYS AND WEEKS, WITH EVER-MOUNTING VELOCITY, 
TOWARD THE
SYSTEM OF THE FENACHRONE. FINALLY, POWER REVERSED, THEY APPROACHED IT, SAW 
THE PLANET LOOMING
LARGE, PASSED WITHIN THE DETECTOR SCREEN.
DUQUESNE TIGHTENED THE CONTROL OF THE ATTRACTORS, WHICH HAD NEVER BEEN 
ENTIRELY RELEASED
FROM THEIR PRISONER, THUS AGAIN PINNING THE FENACHRONE HELPLESSLY AGAINST 
THE WALL.
"JUST TO BE SURE YOU DON'T TRY TO START SOMETHING," HE EXPLAINED COLDLY. "YOU 
HAVE DONE
WELL SO FAR, BUT I'LL RUN THINGS MYSELF FROM NOW ON, SO THAT YOU CAN'T STEER US 
INTO A TRAP. NOW TELL
ME EXACTLY HOW TO GO ABOUT GETTING ONE OF YOUR VESSELS. AFTER WE GET IT, I'LL 
SEE ABOUT LETTING YOU
GO."
"FOOLS, YOU ARE TOO LATE! YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN TOO LATE, EVEN HAD YOU KILLED 
ME OUT THERE
IN SPACE AND HAD FLED AT YOUR UTMOST ACCELERATION. DID YOU BUT KNOW IT, YOU 
ARE AS DEAD, EVEN
NOW—OUR PATROL IS UPON YOU!"
DUQUESNE WHIRLED, SNARLING, AND HIS AUTOMATIC AND THAT OF LORING WERE 
LEAPING OUT WHEN
AN AWFUL ACCELERATION THREW THEM FLAT UPON THE FLOOR, A MAGNETIC FORCE 
SNATCHED AWAY THEIR
WEAPONS AND A HEAT-BEAM REDUCED THEM TO TWO SMALL PILES OF GRAY ASH. 
IMMEDIATELY THEREAFTER A
FORCE FROM THE PATROLLING CRUISER NEUTRALIZED THE ATTRACTORS BEARING UPON 
THE CAPTIVE, AND HE WAS
TRANSFERRED TO THE RESCUING VESSEL.
THE EMERGENCY REPORT ENDED, AND WITH A BRIEF "TORPEDO MESSAGE FROM 
FLAGSHIP Y427W
RESUMED AT A POINT OF INTERRUPTION," THE REPORT FROM THE ILL-FATED VESSEL 
CONTINUED THE STORY OF ITS
DESTRUCTION, BUT ADDED LITTLE TO THE ALREADY COMPLETE KNOWLEDGE OF THE 
DISASTER.
FENOR OF THE FENACHRONE LEAPED UP FROM THE TABLE, HIS TERRIBLE, FLAME-SHOT 
EYES GLARING
VENOMOUSLY—TEETERING IN BERSERK RAGE UPON HIS BLOCK-LIKE LEGS—BUT DID NOT 
FOR ONE SECOND TAKE
HIS FULL ATTENTION FROM THE REPORT UNTIL IT HAD BEEN COMPLETED. THEN HE 
SEIZED THE NEAREST OBJECT,
WHICH HAPPENED TO BE HIS CHAIR, AND WITH ALL HIS ENORMOUS STRENGTH HURLED IT 
TO THE FLOOR, WHERE IT
LAY, A BATTERED, TWISTED, SHAPELESS MASS OF METAL.
"THUS SHALL WE TREAT THE ENTIRE RACE OF THE ACCURSED BEINGS WHO HAVE DONE 
THIS!" HE
STORMED, HIS HEAVY VOICE REVERBERATING THROUGHOUT THE ROOM. 'TORTURE, 
DISMEMBERMENT, AND
ANNIHILATION TO EVERY . . ."
"FENOR OF THE FENACHRONE!" A TREMENDOUS VOICE, A FULL OCTAVE LOWER THAN 
FENOR'S OWN
TERRIFIC BASS, AND OF EAR-SHATTERING VOLUME AND TIMBRE IN THAT DENSE 
ATMOSPHERE, BOOMED FROM THE
GENERAL-WAVE SPEAKER, ITS DEAFENING ROAR DROWNING OUT FENOR'S RAGING VOICE 
AND EVERY OTHER
LESSER SOUND.
"FENOR OF THE FENACHRONE! I KNOW THAT YOU HEAR, FOR EVERY GENERAL-WAVE 
SPEAKER UPON
YOUR REEKING PLANET IS VOICING MY WORDS. LISTEN WELL, FOR THIS WARNING SHALL 
NOT BE REPEATED. I AM
SPEAKING BY AND WITH THE AUTHORITY OF THE OVERLORD OF THE GREEN SYSTEM, 
WHICH YOU KNOW AS THE
CENTRAL SYSTEM OF THIS OUR GALAXY. UPON SOME OF OUR MANY PLANETS THERE ARE 
THOSE WHO WISHED
TO DESTROY YOU WITHOUT WARNING AND OUT OF HAND, BUT THE OVERLORD HAS RULED 
THAT YOU MAY
CONTINUE TO LIVE PROVIDED YOU HEED THESE HIS COMMANDS, WHICH HE HAS 
INSTRUCTED ME TO LAY UPON
YOU.
"YOU MUST FORTHWITH ABANDON FOREVER YOUR VAINGLORIOUS AND SENSELESS 
SCHEME OF
UNIVERSAL CONQUEST. YOU MUST IMMEDIATELY WITHDRAW YOUR EVERY VESSEL TO 
WITHIN THE BOUNDARIES
OF YOUR OWN SOLAR SYSTEM, AND YOU MUST KEEP THEM THERE HENCEFORTH.
"YOU ARE ALLOWED FIVE MINUTES TO DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT YOU WILL OBEY THESE 
COMMANDS.
IF NO ANSWER HAS BEEN RECEIVED AT THE END OF THE CALCULATED TIME THE 
OVERLORD WILL KNOW THAT YOU
HAVE DEFIED HIM, AND YOUR ENTIRE RACE WILL PERISH UTTERLY. WELL HE KNOWS THAT 
YOUR VERY EXISTENCE
IS AN AFFRONT TO ALL REAL CIVILIZATION, BUT HE HOLDS THAT EVEN SUCH VILENESS 
INCARNATE AS ARE THE
FENACHRONE MAY PERCHANCE HAVE SOME OBSCURE PLACE IN THE GREAT SCHEME OF 
THINGS, AND HE WILL
NOT DESTROY YOU IF YOU ARE CONTENT TO REMAIN IN YOUR PROPER PLACE, UPON YOUR 
OWN DANK AND
STEAMING WORLD. THROUGH ME, THE TWO THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED FORTY SIXTH 
SACNER CARFON OF
DASOR, THE OVERLORD HAS GIVEN YOU YOUR FIRST, LAST, AND ONLY WARNING. HEED ITS 
EVERY WORD, OR
CONSIDER IT THE FORMAL DECLARATION OF A WAR OF UTTER AND COMPLETE 
EXTINCTION!"
THE AWFUL VOICE CEASED AND PANDEMONIUM REIGNED IN THE COUNCIL HALL. OBEYING 
A
COMMON IMPULSE EACH FENACHRONE LEAPED TO HIS FEET, RAISED HIS HUGE ARMS 
ALOFT, AND ROARED OUT
RAGE AND DEFIANCE. FENOR SNAPPED A COMMAND, AND THE OTHERS FELL SILENT AS HE 
BEGAN HOWLING OUT
ORDERS.
"OPERATOR! SEND RECALL TORPEDOES INSTANTLY TO EVERY OUTLYING VESSEL!" HE 
SCUTTLED OVER TO
ONE OF THE PRIVATE-BAND SPEAKERS. "X-794-PW! RADIO GENERAL CALL FOR ALL 
VESSELS ABOVE E BLANK E
TO CONCENTRATE ON BATTLE STATIONS! THROW OUT FULL-POWER DEFENSIVE SCREENS, 
AND SEND THE FULL SERIES
OF DETECTOR SCREENS OUT TO THE LIMIT! GUARDS AND PATROLS ON INVASION PLAN XB-
218!
"THE IMMEDIATE STEPS ARE TAKEN, GENTLEMEN!" HE TURNED TO THE COUNCIL, HIS 
RAGE UNABATED.
"NEVER BEFORE HAVE WE SUPERMEN OF THE FENACHRONE BEEN SO INSULTED AND SO 
BELITTLED! THAT
UPSTART OVERLORD WILL REGRET THAT WARNING TO THE INSTANT OF HIS DEATH, WHICH 
SHALL BE EXQUISITELY
POSTPONED. ALL YOU OF THE COUNCIL KNOW YOUR DUTIES IN SUCH A TIME AS THIS—YOU 
ARE EXCUSED TO
PERFORM THEM. GENERAL FENIMOL, YOU WILL STAY WITH ME—WE SHALL CONSIDER 
TOGETHER SUCH OTHER
DETAILS AS MAY REQUIRE ATTENTION."
AFTER THE OTHERS HAD LEFT THE ROOM FENOR TURNED TO THE GENERAL.
"HAVE YOU ANY IMMEDIATE SUGGESTIONS?"
"I WOULD SUGGEST SENDING AT ONCE FOR RAVINDAU, THE CHIEF OF THE LABORATORIES 
OF SCIENCE.
HE CERTAINLY HEARD THE WARNING, AND MAY BE ABLE TO CAST SOME LIGHT UPON HOW 
IT COULD HAVE BEEN
SENT AND FROM WHAT POINT IT CAME."
THE EMPEROR SPOKE INTO ANOTHER SENDER, AND SOON THE SCIENTIST ENTERED, 
CARRYING IN HIS
HAND A SMALL INSTRUMENT UPON WHICH A BLUE LIGHT BLAZED.
"DO NOT TALK HERE, THERE IS GRAVE DANGER OF BEING OVERHEARD BY THAT SELF-
STYLED OVERLORD,"
HE DIRECTED TERSELY, AND LED THE WAY INTO A RAY-PROOF COMPARTMENT OF HIS 
PRIVATE LABORATORY,
SEVERAL FLOORS BELOW.
"IT MAY INTEREST YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU HAVE SEALED THE DOOM OF OUR PLANET AND 
OF ALL THE
FENACHRONE UPON IT." RAVINDAU SPOKE SAVAGELY.
"DARE YOU SPEAK THUS TO ME, YOUR SOVEREIGN?" ROARED FENOR.
"I SO DARE," REPLIED THE OTHER, COLDLY. "WHEN ALL THE CIVILIZATION OF A PLANET 
HAS BEEN GIVEN
TO DESTRUCTION BY THE UNREASONING STUPIDITY AND INSATIABLE RAPACITY OF ITS 
ROYALTY, ALLEGIANCE TO
SUCH ROYALTY IS AT AN END. SIT DOWN!" HE THUNDERED AS FENOR SPRANG TO HIS 
FEET. "YOU ARE NO
LONGER IN YOUR THRONE-ROOM, SURROUNDED BY SERVILE GUARDS AND BY AUTOMATIC 
DEVICES. YOU ARE IN
MY LABORATORY, AND BY A MOVEMENT OF MY FINGER I CAN .HURL YOU INTO ETERNITY!"
THE GENERAL, AWARE NOW THAT THE WARNING WAS OF MUCH MORE SERIOUS IMPORT 
THAN HE HAD
SUSPECTED, BROKE INTO THE ACRIMONIOUS DEBATE.
"NEVER MIND QUESTIONS OF ROYALTY!" HE SNAPPED. "THE SAFETY OF THE RACE IS 
PARAMOUNT. AM
I TO UNDERSTAND THAT THE SITUATION IS REALLY GRAVE?"
"IT IS WORSE THAN GRAVE—IT IS DESPERATE. THE ONLY HOPE FOR EVEN ULTIMATE 
TRIUMPH IS FOR AS
MANY OF US AS POSSIBLE TO FLEE INSTANTLY CLEAR OUT OF THIS GALAXY, IN THE HOPE 
THAT WE MAY ESCAPE
THE CERTAIN DESTRUCTION TO BE DEALT OUT TO US BY THE OVERLORD OF THE GREEN 
SYSTEM."
"YOU SPEAK FOLLY, SURELY," RETURNED FENIMOL. "OUR SCIENCE IS—MUST BE—
SUPERIOR TO ANY
OTHER IN THE UNIVERSE!"
"SO THOUGHT I UNTIL THIS WARNING CAME IN AND I HAD AN OPPORTUNITY TO STUDY IT. 
THEN I KNEW
THAT WE ARE OPPOSED TO A SCIENCE IMMEASURABLY HIGHER THAN OUR OWN."
"SUCH VERMIN AS THOSE TWO WHOM ONE OF OUR SMALLEST SCOUTS CAPTURED WITHOUT 
A BATTLE,
VESSEL AND ALL? IN WHAT RESPECTS IS THEIR SCIENCE EVEN COMPARABLE TO OURS?"
"NOT THOSE VERMIN, NO. THE ONE WHO CALLS HIMSELF THE OVERLORD. THAT ONE IS 
OUR MASTER.
HE CAN PENETRATE THE IMPENETRABLE SHIELD OF FORCE AND CAN OPERATE 
MECHANISMS OF PURE FORCE
BEYOND IT; HE CAN HETERODYNE, TRANSMIT, AND USE THE INFRA-RAYS OF WHOSE VERY 
EXISTENCE WE WERE
IN DOUBT UNTIL RECENTLY. WHILE THAT WARNING WAS BEING DELIVERED HE WAS, IN ALL 
PROBABILITY,
WATCHING YOU AND LISTENING TO YOU, FACE TO FACE. YOU IN YOUR IGNORANCE 
SUPPOSED HIS WARNING
BORNE BY THE ETHER, AND THOUGHT THEREFORE HE MUST BE CLOSE TO THIS SYSTEM. HE 
IS VERY PROBABLY AT
HOME IN THE CENTRAL SYSTEM, AND IS AT THIS MOMENT PREPARING THE FORCES HE 
INTENDS TO HURL AGAINST
US."
THE EMPEROR FELL BACK INTO HIS SEAT, ALL HIS POMPOSITY GONE, BUT THE GENERAL 
STIFFENED
EAGERLY AND WENT STRAIGHT TO THE POINT.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THESE THINGS?"
"LARGELY BY DEDUCTION. WE OF THE SCHOOL OF SCIENCE HAVE CAUTIONED YOU 
REPEATEDLY TO
POSTPONE THE DAY OF CONQUEST UNTIL WE SHOULD HAVE MASTERED THE SECRETS OF 
SUB-RAYS AND OF INFRA-
RAYS. UNHEEDING, YOU OF WAR HAVE GONE AHEAD WITH YOUR PLANS, WHILE WE OF 
SCIENCE HAVE
CONTINUED TO STUDY. WE KNOW LITTLE OF THE SUB-RAYS, WHICH WE USE EVERY DAY, 
AND PRACTICALLY
NOTHING OF THE INFRA-RAYS. SOME TIME AGO I DEVELOPED A DETECTOR FOR INFRA-
RAYS, WHICH COME TO US
FROM OUTER SPACE IN SMALL QUANTITIES AND WHICH ARE ALSO LIBERATED BY OUR 
POWER-PLANTS. IT HAD
BEEN REGARDED AS A SCIENTIFIC CURIOSITY ONLY, BUT THIS DAY IT PROVED OF REAL 
VALUE. THIS INSTRUMENT
IN MY HAND IS SUCH A DETECTOR. AT NORMAL IMPACTS OF INFRA-RAYS ITS LIGHT IS BLUE, 
AS YOU SEE IT NOW.
SOME TIME BEFORE THE WARNING SOUNDED IT TURNED A BRILLIANT RED, INDICATING 
THAT AN INTENSE SOURCE
OF INFRA-RAYS WAS OPERATING IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD. BY PLOTTING LINES OF FORCE I 
LOCATED THE SOURCE AS
BEING IN THE AIR OF THE COUNCIL HALL, ALMOST DIRECTLY ABOVE THE TABLE OF STATE. 
THEREFORE THE CARRIER
WAVE MUST HAVE COME THROUGH OUR WHOLE SYSTEM OF SCREENS WITHOUT SO MUCH AS 
GIVING AN ALARM.
THAT FACT ALONE PROVES IT TO HAVE BEEN AN INFRA-RAY. FURTHERMORE, IT CARRIED 
THROUGH THOSE
SCREENS AND RELEASED IN THE COUNCIL ROOM A SYSTEM OF FORCE OF GREAT 
COMPLEXITY, AS IS SHOWN BY
THEIR ABILITY TO BROADCAST FROM THOSE PURE FORCES WITHOUT MATERIAL AID A 
MODULATED WAVE IN THE
EXACT FREQUENCY REQUIRED TO ENERGIZE OUR GENERAL SPEAKERS.
"AS SOON AS I PERCEIVED THESE FACTS I THREW ABOUT THE COUNCIL ROOM A SCREEN 
OF FORCE
ENTIRELY IMPERVIOUS TO ANYTHING LONGER THAN INFRA-RAYS. THE WARNING 
CONTINUED, AND I THEN KNEW
THAT OUR FEARS WERE ONLY TOO WELL GROUNDED—THAT THERE IS IN THIS GALAXY 
SOMEWHERE A RACE VASTLY
SUPERIOR TO OURS IN SCIENCE AND THAT OUR DESTRUCTION IS ONLY A MATTER OF HOURS, 
PERHAPS ONLY OF
MINUTES."
"ARE THESE INFRA-RAYS, THEN, OF SUCH A DANGEROUS CHARACTER?" ASKED THE 
GENERAL. "I HAD
SUPPOSED THEM TO BE OF SUCH INFINITELY HIGH FREQUENCY THAT THEY WOULD BE OF 
NO PRACTICAL USE
WHATEVER."
"I HAVE BEEN TRYING FOR YEARS TO LEARN SOMETHING OF THEIR NATURE, BUT BEYOND 
WORKING OUT A
METHOD FOR THEIR DETECTION AND ANALYSIS I CAN DO NOTHING WITH THEM. IT IS 
PERFECTLY EVIDENT,
HOWEVER, THAT THEY LIE BELOW THE LEVEL OF THE ETHER, AND THEREFORE HAVE A 
VELOCITY OF PROPAGATION
INFINITELY GREATER THAN THAT OF LIGHT. YOU MAY SEE FOR YOURSELF, THEN, THAT TO 
A SCIENCE ABLE TO GUIDE
AND CONTROL THEM, TO MAKE THEM ACT AS CARRIER WAVES FOR ANY OTHER DESIRED 
FREQUENCY—TO DO ALL
OF WHICH THE OVERLORD HAS THIS DAY SHOWN HIMSELF CAPABLE—THEY AFFORD 
WEAPONS BEFORE WHICH
OUR EVERY DEFENSE WOULD BE PRECISELY AS EFFICACIOUS AS SO MUCH VACUUM. THINK 
A MOMENT! YOU
KNOW THAT WE KNOW NOTHING FUNDAMENTAL CONCERNING EVEN OUR SERVANTS, THE 
SUB-RAYS. IF WE REALLY
KNEW THEM WE COULD UTILIZE THEM IN THOUSANDS OF WAYS AS YET UNKNOWN TO US. 
WE WORK WITH THE
MEREST HANDFUL OF FORCES, EMPIRICALLY, WHILE IT IS PRACTICALLY CERTAIN THAT 
THE ENEMY HAS AT HIS
COMMAND THE ENTIRE SPECTRUM, EMBRACING UNTOLD THOUSANDS OF BANDS, OF 
UNKNOWN BUT TERRIFIC
POTENTIALITY."
"BUT HE SPOKE OF A CALCULATED TIME NECESSARY BEFORE OUR ANSWER COULD BE 
RECEIVED. THEY
MUST, THEN, BE USING VIBRATIONS IN THE ETHER."
"NOT NECESSARILY—NOT EVEN PROBABLY. WOULD WE OURSELVES REVEAL 
UNNECESSARILY TO AN
ENEMY THE POSSESSION OF SUCH FORCES? DO NOT BE CHILDISH. NO, FENIMOL, AND YOU, 
FENOR OF THE
FENACHRONE, INSTANT AND HEADLONG FLIGHT IS OUR ONLY HOPE OF PRESENT 
SALVATION AND OF ULTIMATE
TRIUMPH—FLIGHT TO A FAR-DISTANT GALAXY, SINCE UPON NO POINT IN THIS ONE SHALL 
WE BE SAFE FROM THE
INFRA-BEAMS OF THAT SELF-STYLED OVERLORD."
"YOU SNIVELLING COWARD! YOU PUSILLANIMOUS BOOKWORM!" FENOR HAD REGAINED 
HIS
CUSTOMARY SPIRIT AS THE SCIENTIST EXPLAINED UPON WHAT GROUNDS HIS FEARS WERE 
BASED. "UPON SUCH A
TENUOUS FABRIC OF EVIDENCE WOULD YOU HAVE SUCH A PEOPLE AS OURS TURN TAIL 
LIKE BEATEN HOUNDS?
BECAUSE, FORSOOTH, YOU DETECT A PECULIAR VIBRATION, WILL YOU HAVE IT THAT WE 
ARE TO BE INVADED AND
DESTROYED FORTHWITH BY A RACE OF SUPERNATURAL ABILITY? BAH! YOUR CALAMITY-
HOWLING CLAN HAS
DELAYED THE DAY OF CONQUEST FROM YEAR TO YEAR—I MORE THAN HALF BELIEVE 
THAT YOU YOURSELF OR
SOME OTHER TREACHEROUS POLTROON OF YOUR IGNOMINIOUS BREED PREPARED AND 
SENT THAT WARNING, IN A
WEAK AND RAT-BRAINED ATTEMPT TO FRIGHTEN US INTO AGAIN POSTPONING THE DAY OF 
CONQUEST! KNOW
NOW, SPINELESS WEAKLING, THAT THE TIME IS RIPE, AND THAT THE FENACHRONE IN 
THEIR MIGHT ARE ABOUT TO
STRIKE. BUT YOU, TRADUCER OF YOUR EMPEROR, SHALL DIE THE DEATH OF THE CUR YOU 
ARE!" THE HAND
WITHIN HIS TUNIC MOVED AND A VIBRATOR BURST INTO OPERATION.
"COWARD I MAY BE, AND PUSILLANIMOUS, AND OTHER THINGS AS WELL," THE SCIENTIST 
REPLIED
STONILY, "BUT, UNLIKE YOU, I AM NOT A FOOL. THESE WALLS, THIS VERY ATMOSPHERE, 
ARE FIELDS OF FORCE
THAT WILL TRANSMIT NO FORCES DIRECTED BY YOU. YOU WEAK-MINDED SCION OF A 
DEPRAVED AND OBSCENE
HOUSE—ARROGANT, OVER-BEARING, RAPACIOUS, IGNORANT—YOUR BRAIN IS TOO FEEBLE 
TO REALIZE THAT YOU
ARE CLUTCHING AT THE UNIVERSE HUNDREDS OF YEARS BEFORE THE TIME HAS COME. 
YOU BY YOUR
OVERWEENING PRIDE AND FOLLY HAVE DOOMED OUR BELOVED PLANET—THE MOST 
PERFECT PLANET IN THE
GALAXY IN ITS GRATEFUL WARMTH AND WONDERFUL DAMPNESS AND FOGGINESS—AND 
OUR ENTIRE RACE TO
CERTAIN DESTRUCTION. THEREFORE YOU, FOOL AND DOLT THAT YOU ARE, SHALL DIE—
FAR TOO LONG ALREADY
HAVE YOU RULED." HE FLICKED A FINGER AND THE BODY OF ,THE MONARCH SHUDDERED 
AS THOUGH AN
INTOLERABLE CURRENT OF ELECTRICITY HAD TRAVERSED IT, COLLAPSED, AND LAY STILL.
"IT WAS NECESSARY TO DESTROY THIS THAT WAS OUR RULER." RAVINDAU EXPLAINED TO 
THE GENERAL.
"I HAVE LONG KNOWN THAT YOU ARE NOT IN FAVOR OF SUCH PRECIPITATE ACTION IN THE 
CONQUEST; HENCE ALL
THIS TALKING UPON MY PART. YOU KNOW THAT I HOLD THE HONOR OF THE FENACHRONE 
DEAR, AND THAT ALL
MY PLANS ARE FOR THE ULTIMATE TRIUMPH OF OUR RACE?"
"YES, AND I BEGIN TO SUSPECT THAT THOSE PLANS HAVE NOT BEEN MADE SINCE THE 
WARNING WAS
RECEIVED."
"MY PLANS HAVE BEEN MADE FOR MANY YEARS; AND EVER SINCE AN IMMEDIATE 
CONQUEST WAS
DECIDED UPON I HAVE BEEN ASSEMBLING AND ORGANIZING THE MEANS TO PUT THEM 
INTO EFFECT. I WOULD
HAVE LEFT THIS PLANET IN ANY EVENT SHORTLY AFTER THE DEPARTURE OF THE GRAND 
FLEET UPON ITS FINAL
EXPEDITION—FENOR'S SENSELESS DEFIANCE OF THE OVERLORD HAS ONLY MADE IT 
NECESSARY FOR ME TO
EXPEDITE MY LEAVE-TAKING."
"WHAT DO YOU INTEND TO DO?"
"I HAVE A VESSEL TWICE AS LARGE AS THE LARGEST WARSHIP FENOR BOASTED; 
COMPLETELY
PROVISIONED, ARMED, AND POWERED FOR A CRUISE OF ONE HUNDRED YEARS AT HIGH 
ACCELERATION. IT IS
HIDDEN IN A REMOTE FASTNESS OF THE JUNGLE. I AM PLACING IN THAT VESSEL A GROUP 
OF THE FINEST,
BRAINIEST, MOST HIGHLY ADVANCED AND INTELLIGENT OF OUR MEN AND WOMEN, WITH 
THEIR CHILDREN. WE
SHALL JOURNEY AT OUR HIGHEST SPEED TO A CERTAIN DISTANT GALAXY, WHERE WE 
SHALL SEEK OUT A PLANET
SIMILAR IN ATMOSPHERE, TEMPERATURE, AND MASS TO THE ONE UPON WHICH WE NOW 
DWELL. THERE WE
SHALL MULTIPLY AND CONTINUE OUR STUDIES; AND FROM THAT PLANET, ON THE DAY 
WHEN WE SHALL HAVE
ATTAINED SUFFICIENT KNOWLEDGE, THERE SHALL DESCEND UPON THE CENTRAL SYSTEM 
OF THIS GALAXY THE
VENGEANCE OF THE FENACHRONE. THAT VENGEANCE WILL BE ALL THE SWEETER FOR 
THE FACT THAT IT SHALL
HAVE BEEN DELAYED."
"BUT HOW ABOUT LIBRARIES, APPARATUS, AND EQUIPMENT? SUPPOSE THAT WE DO NOT 
LIVE LONG
ENOUGH TO PERFECT THAT KNOWLEDGE? AND WITH ONLY ONE VESSEL AND A HANDFUL 
OF MEN WE COULD NOT
COPE WITH THAT ACCURSED OVERLORD AND HIS NAVIES OF THE VOID."
"LIBRARIES ARE ABOARD, SO ARE MUCH APPARATUS AND EQUIPMENT. WHAT WE CANNOT 
TAKE WITH
US WE CAN BUILD. AS FOR THE KNOWLEDGE I MENTIONED, IT MAY NOT BE ATTAINED IN 
YOUR LIFETIME OR IN
MINE. BUT THE RACIAL MEMORY OF THE FENACHRONE IS LONG, AS YOU KNOW; AND EVEN 
IF THE NECESSARY
PROBLEMS ARE NOT SOLVED UNTIL OUR DESCENDANTS ARE SUFFICIENTLY NUMEROUS TO 
POPULATE AN ENTIRE
PLANET, YET WILL THOSE DESCENDANTS WREAK THE VENGEANCE OF THE FENACHRONE 
UPON THE RACES OF THAT
HATED ONE, THE OVERLORD, BEFORE THEY GO ON WITH THE CONQUEST OF THE 
UNIVERSE. MANY PROBLEMS
WILL ARISE, OF COURSE; BUT THEY SHALL BE SOLVED. ENOUGH! TIME PASSES RAPIDLY, 
AND ALL TOO LONG
HAVE I TALKED. I AM USING THIS TIME UPON YOU BECAUSE IN MY ORGANIZATION THERE IS 
NO SOLDIER, AND
THE FENACHRONE OF THE FUTURE WILL NEED YOUR GREAT KNOWLEDGE OF WARFARE. 
ARE YOU GOING WITH US?"
"YES."
"VERY WELL." RAVIDAU LED THE GENERAL THROUGH A DOOR AND INTO AN AIRBOAT 
LYING UPON THE
TERRACE OUTSIDE THE LABORATORY. "DRIVE US AT SPEED TO YOUR HOME, WHERE WE 
SHALL PICK UP YOUR
FAMILY."
FENIMOL TOOK THE CONTROLS AND LAID A PENCIL OF FORCE TO HIS HOME—A BEAM 
SERVING A
DOUBLE PURPOSE. IT HELD THE VESSEL UPON ITS PREDETERMINED COURSE THROUGH 
THAT THICK AND STICKY
FOG AND ALSO RENDERED COLLISION IMPOSSIBLE, SINCE ANY TWO OF THESE 
CONTROLLERS REPELLED EACH OTHER
TO SUCH A DEGREE THAT NO TWO VESSELS COULD TAKE PATHS WHICH WOULD BRING 
THEM TOGETHER. SOME
SUCH PROVISION HAD LONG SINCE BEEN FOUND NECESSARY, FOR ALL FENACHRONE 
CRAFT WERE PROVIDED WITH
THE SAME SPACE-ANNIHILATING DRIVE, TO WHICH ANY COMPREHENSIBLE DISTANCE WAS 
BUT A JOURNEY OF A
FEW MOMENTS, AND AT THAT FRIGHTFUL VELOCITY COLLISION MEANT ANNIHILATION.
"I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU COULD NOT TAKE ONE OF THE MILITARY INTO YOUR 
CONFIDENCE UNTIL YOU
WERE READY TO PUT YOUR PLANS INTO EFFECT," THE GENERAL CONCEDED. "HOW LONG 
WILL IT TAKE YOU TO GET
READY TO LEAVE? YOU HAVE SAID THAT HASTE IS IMPERATIVE, AND I THEREFORE ASSUME 
THAT YOU HAVE
ALREADY WARNED THE OTHER MEMBERS OF THE EXPEDITION."
"I FLASHED THE EMERGENCY SIGNAL BEFORE I JOINED YOU AND FENOR IN THE COUNCIL 
ROOM. EVERY
MAN OF THE ORGANIZATION HAS RECEIVED THAT SIGNAL, WHEREVER HE MAY HAVE BEEN, 
AND BY THIS TIME
MOST OF THEM, WITH THEIR FAMILIES, ARE ON THE WAY TO THE HIDDEN CRUISER. WE 
SHALL LEAVE THIS PLANET
IN FIFTEEN MINUTES FROM NOW AT THE MOST—I DARE NOT STAY AN INSTANT LONGER 
THAN IS ABSOLUTELY
NECESSARY."
THE MEMBERS OF THE GENERAL'S FAMILY WERE BUNDLED, AMAZED, INTO THE AIRBOAT, 
WHICH
IMMEDIATELY SET OUT TOWARD THE SECRET RENDEZVOUS.
IN A REMOTE AND DESOLATE PART OF THE PLANET, CONCEALED IN THE DEPTHS OF THE 
TOWERING JUNGLE
GROWTH, A MAMMOTH SPACE-CRUISER WAS RECEIVING HER COMPLEMENT OF 
PASSENGERS. AIRBOATS, FLYING
AT THEIR TERRIFIC VELOCITY THROUGH THE HEAVY, STEAMING FOG AS CLOSELY-SPACED 
AS THEIR CONTROLLER RAYS
WOULD PERMIT, FLASHED SIGNALS ALONG THEIR GUIDING BEAMS, DOVE INTO THE 
APPARENTLY IMPENETRABLE
JUNGLE, AND ADDED THEIR PASSENGERS TO THE THRONG POURING INTO THE GREAT 
VESSEL.
AS THE MINUTE OF DEPARTURE DREW NEAR THE FEELING OF TENSION ABOARD THE 
CRUISER INCREASED
AND VIGILANCE WAS RAISED TO THE MAXIMUM. THE DOORS WERE SHUT, NO ONE WAS 
ALLOWED OUTSIDE, AND
EVERYTHING WAS HELD IN READINESS FOR INSTANT FLIGHT AT THE LEAST ALARM. 
FINALLY A SCIENTIST AND HIS
FAMILY ARRIVED FROM THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE PLANET—THE LAST MEMBERS OF THE 
ORGANIZATION—AND,
TWENTY-SEVEN MINUTES AFTER RAVINDAU HAD FLASHED HIS SIGNAL, THE PROW OF THAT 
MIGHTY SPACE-SHIP
REARED TOWARD THE PERPENDICULAR, POSING ITS MASSIVE LENGTH AT THE 
PREDETERMINED ANGLE. THERE IT
HALTED MOMENTARILY, THEN DISAPPEARED UTTERLY, ONLY A VAST COLUMN OF 
TORTURED AND SHATTERED
VEGETATION, TORN FROM THE GROUND AND CARRIED FOR MILES UPWARD INTO THE AIR 
BY THE VACUUM OF ITS
WAKE, REMAINING TO INDICATE THE PATH TAKEN BY THE FLYING PROJECTILE.
HOUR AFTER HOUR THE FENACHRONE VESSEL BORED ON, WITH ITS FRIGHTFUL AND 
EVER-INCREASING
VELOCITY, THROUGH THE EVER-THINNING STARS, BUT IT WAS NOT UNTIL THE LAST STAR 
HAD BEEN PASSED, UNTIL
EVERYTHING BEFORE THEM WAS ENTIRELY DEVOID OF LIGHT, AND UNTIL THE GALAXY 
BEHIND THEM BEGAN TO
TAKE ON A WELL-DEFINED LENTICULAR ASPECT, THAT RAVINDAU WOULD CONSENT TO 
LEAVE THE CONTROLS AND TO
SEEK HIS HARD-EARNED REST.
DAY AFTER DAY AND WEEK AFTER WEEK WENT BY, AND THE FENACHRONE VESSEL STILL 
HELD THE
ACCELERATION WITH WHICH SHE HAD STARTED OUT. RAVINDAU AND FENIMOL SAT IN THE 
CONTROL CABIN,
STARING OUT THROUGH THE VISIPLATES, ABSTRACTED. THERE WAS NO NEED OF STARING, 
AND THEY WERE NOT
REALLY LOOKING, FOR THERE WAS PRACTICALLY NOTHING AT WHICH TO LOOK. THE 
GALAXY OF WHICH OUR EARTH
IS AN INFINITESIMAL MOTE, THE GALAXY WHICH FORMER ASTRONOMERS CONSIDERED THE 
UNIVERSE, WAS SO
FAR BEHIND THAT EVEN ITS IMMENSE EXPANSE HAD BECOME A TINY, DULL, HAZY SPOT OF 
LIGHT. IN ALL
DIRECTIONS OTHER GALAXIES— SPOTS OF LIGHT SO SMALL AND SO DULL AS TO BE 
DISTINGUISHED ONLY WITH
DIFFICULTY FROM THE ABSOLUTE BLACK OF THE VOID—SEEMED EQUALLY REMOTE. THE 
GALAXY TOWARD WHICH
THEY WERE MAKING THEIR STUPENDOUS FLIGHT WAS AS YET SO DISTANT THAT IT COULD 
NOT BE SEEN BY THE
UNAIDED EYE. FOR THOUSANDS OF LIGHT-YEARS AROUND THEM THERE WAS STARK 
EMPTINESS. NO STARS, NO
METEORIC MATTER, NOT EVEN THE SMALLEST PARTICLE OF COSMIC DUST—ABSOLUTELY 
EMPTY SPACE.
ABSOLUTE VACUUM: ABSOLUTE ZERO. ABSOLUTE NOTHINGNESS—A CONCEPT 
INTRINSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR
THE MOST HIGHLY TRAINED HUMAN MIND TO GRASP.
CONSCIENCELESS AND HEARTLESS MONSTROSITIES THOUGH THEY BOTH WERE, BY 
HEREDITY AND
TRAINING, THE IMMENSITY OF THE APPALLING LACK OF ANYTHING TANGIBLE OPPRESSED 
THEM. RAVINDAU WAS
STERN AND SERIOUS, FENIMOL MOODY. FINALLY THE LATTER SPOKE.
"IT WOULD BE ENDURABLE IF WE KNEW WHAT HAD HAPPENED, OR IF WE EVER COULD 
KNOW
DEFINITELY, ONE WAY OR THE OTHER, WHETHER ALL THIS WAS NECESSARY."
"WE SHALL KNOW, GENERAL, DEFINITELY. I AM CERTAIN IN MY OWN MIND, BUT AFTER A 
TIME, WHEN
WE HAVE SETTLED UPON OUR NEW HOME AND WHEN THE OVERLORD SHALL HAVE 
RELAXED HIS VIGILANCE, YOU
SHALL COME BACK TO THE SOLAR SYSTEM OF THE FENACHRONE IN THIS VESSEL OR A 
SIMILAR ONE. I KNOW
WHAT YOU SHALL FIND—BUT THE TRIP SHALL BE MADE, AND YOU SHALL YOURSELF SEE 
WHAT WAS ONCE OUR
HOME PLANET A SEETHING SUN, SECOND ONLY IN BRILLIANCE TO THE PARENT SUN ABOUT 
WHICH SHE SHALL STILL
BE REVOLVING."
"ARE WE SAFE, EVEN NOW—WHAT OF POSSIBLE PURSUIT?" ASKED FENIMOL, AND THE 
MONSTROUS,
FLAME-SHOT WELLS OF BLACK THAT WERE RAVINDAU'S EYES ALMOST EMITTED TANGIBLE 
FIRES AS HE MADE
REPLY:
"WE ARE FAR FROM SAFE, BUT WE GROW STRONGER MINUTE BY MINUTE. FIFTY OF THE 
GREATEST
MINDS OUR WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN HAVE BEEN WORKING FROM THE MOMENT OF OUR 
DEPARTURE UPON A
LINE OF INVESTIGATION SUGGESTED TO ME BY CERTAIN THINGS MY INSTRUMENTS 
RECORDED DURING THE VISIT
OF THE SELF-STYLED OVERLORD. I CANNOT SAY ANYTHING YET, EVEN TO YOU—EXCEPT 
THAT THE DAY OF
CONQUEST MAY NOT BE SO FAR IN THE FUTURE AS WE HAVE SUPPOSED."



CHAPTER 14
INTERSTELLAR EXTERMINATION

"I HATE TO LEAVE THIS MEETING——IT'S GREAT STUFF," SEATON REMARKED, AS HE 
FLASHED DOWN TO
THE TORPEDO ROOM WHEN FENOR DECIDED TO RECALL ALL OUTLYING VESSELS, "BUT 
THIS MACHINE ISN'T
DESIGNED TO LET ME BE IN MORE THAN TWO PLACES AT ONCE. WISH IT WAS—MAYBE 
AFTER THIS FRACAS IS
OVER WE'LL BE ABLE TO INCORPORATE SOMETHING LIKE THAT INTO IT."
THE FENACHRONE OPERATOR TOUCHED A LEVER AND THE CHAIR UPON WHICH HE SAT, 
WITH ALL ITS
CONTROL PANELS, SLID RAPIDLY ACROSS THE FLOOR TOWARD AN APPARENTLY BLANK 
WALL. AS HE REACHED IT A
PORT OPENED, A METAL SCROLL APPEARED, CONTAINING THE NUMBERS AND LAST 
REPORTED POSITIONS OF ALL
FENACHRONE VESSELS OUTSIDE THE DETECTOR ZONE. A VAST MAGAZINE OF TORPEDOES 
CAME UP THROUGH THE
FLOOR, WITH AN AUTOMATIC LOADER TO PLACE A TORPEDO UNDER THE OPERATOR'S HAND 
THE INSTANT ITS
PREDECESSOR HAD BEEN LAUNCHED.
"GET PEG HERE QUICK, MART—WE NEED A STENOGRAPHER BAD. UNTIL SHE GETS HERE, 
SEE WHAT
YOU CAN DO IN GETTING THOSE FIRST NUMBERS BEFORE THEY ROLL OFF THE END OF THE 
SCROLL. NO, HOLD
IT—AS YOU WERE! I'VE GOT CONTROLS ENOUGH TO PUT THE WHOLE THING ON A 
RECORDER, SO WE CAN STUDY IT
AT OUR LEISURE."
HASTE WAS INDEED NECESSARY, FOR THE OPERATOR WORKED WITH UNCANNY QUICKNESS 
OF HAND.
ONE FLEETING GLANCE AT THE SCROLL, A LIGHTNING ADJUSTMENT OF DIALS IN THE 
TORPEDO, A TOUCH UPON A
TINY BUTTON, AND A MESSENGER WAS UPON ITS WAY. BUT QUICK AS HE WAS, SEATON'S 
FLYING FINGERS KEPT
UP WITH HIM, AND BEFORE EACH TORPEDO DISAPPEARED THROUGH THE ETHER GATE 
THERE WAS FASTENED UPON
IT A FIFTH-ORDER TRACER THAT WOULD NEVER LEAVE IT UNTIL THE FORCE HAD BEEN 
DISCONNECTED AT THE
GIGANTIC CONTROL BOARD OF THE NORLAMINIAN PROJECTOR. ONE FLYING MINUTE 
PASSED, DURING WHICH
SEVENTY TORPEDOES HAD BEEN LAUNCHED, BEFORE SEATON SPOKE.
"WONDER HOW MANY SHIPS THEY'VE GOT OUT, ANYWAY? DIDN'T GET ANY IDEA FROM THE 
BRAIN-
RECORD. ANYWAY, ROVOL, IT MIGHT BE A SOUND IDEA FOR YOU TO INSTALL ME SOME 
TRACERS ON THIS BOARD.
I'VE GOT ONLY A COUPLE OF HUNDRED, AND THAT MAY NOT BE ENOUGH—AND I'VE GOT 
BOTH HANDS FULL."
ROVOL SEATED HIMSELF BESIDE THE YOUNGER MAN, LIKE ONE ORGANIST JOINING 
ANOTHER AT THE
CONSOLE OF A TREMENDOUS ORGAN. SEATON'S NIMBLE FINGERS WOULD FLASH HERE AND 
THERE, DEPRESSING
KEYS AND MANIPULATING CONTROLS UNTIL HE HAD EXACTLY THE REQUIRED 
COMBINATION OF FORCES CENTERED
UPON THE TORPEDO NEXT TO ISSUE. HE THEN WOULD PRESS A TINY SWITCH AND UPON A 
PANEL FULL OF RED-
TOPPED, NUMBERED PLUNGERS THE ONE NEXT IN SERIES WOULD DRIVE HOME, 
TRANSFERRING TO ITSELF THE
ASSEMBLED BEAM AND RELEASING THE KEYS FOR THE ASSEMBLY OF OTHER FORCES. 
ROVOL'S FINGERS WERE
ALSO FLYING, BUT THE FORCES HE DIRECTED WERE SEIZING AND SHAPING MATERIALS, AS 
WELL AS OTHER FORCES.
THE NORLAMINIAN PHYSICIST SET UP ONE INTEGRAL, STEPPED UPON A PEDAL, AND A NEW 
RED-TOPPED STOP
PRECISELY LIKE THE OTHERS, AND NUMBERED IN ORDER, APPEARED AS THOUGH BY MAGIC 
UPON THE PANEL AT
SEATON'S LEFT HAND. ROVOL THEN LEANED BACK IN HIS SEAT—BUT THE RED-TOPPED 
STOPS CONTINUED TO
APPEAR, AT THE RATE OF EXACTLY SEVENTY PER MINUTE, UPON THE PANEL, WHICH 
INCREASED IN WIDTH
SUFFICIENTLY TO ACCOMMODATE ANOTHER ROW AS SOON AS A ROW WAS COMPLETED.
ROVOL BENT A QUIZZICAL GLANCE UPON THE YOUNGER SCIENTIST, WHO BLUSHED A FIERY 
RED, RAPIDLY
SET UP ANOTHER INTEGRAL, THEN ALSO LEANED BACK IN HIS PLACE, WHILE HIS FACE 
BURNED DEEPER THAN
BEFORE.
"THAT IS BETTER, SON. NEVER FORGET THAT IT IS A WASTE OF ENERGY TO DO THE SAME 
THING TWICE,
AND THAT IF YOU KNOW PRECISELY WHAT IS TO BE DONE, YOU NEED NOT DO IT 
PERSONALLY AT ALL. FORCES ARE
FASTER THAN HUMAN HANDS, THEY ARE TIRELESS, AND THEY NEITHER SLIP NOR MAKE 
MISTAKES."
"THANKS, ROVOL—I'LL BET THIS LESSON WILL MAKE IT STICK IN MY MIND, TOO."
"YOU ARE NOT THOROUGHLY ACCUSTOMED TO USING ALL YOUR KNOWLEDGES AS YET. 
THAT WILL COME
WITH PRACTICE, HOWEVER, AND IN A FEW WEEKS YOU WILL BE AS THOROUGHLY AT HOME 
WITH FORCES AS I
AM."
"HOPE SO, CHIEF, BUT IT LOOKS LIKE A TALL ORDER TO ME."
FINALLY THE LAST TORPEDO WAS DISPATCHED. THE TUBE CLOSED. SEATON MOVED THE 
PROJECTION
BACK UP INTO THE COUNCIL CHAMBER, FINDING IT EMPTY.
"WELL, THE CONFERENCE IS OVER—BESIDES, WE'VE GOT MORE IMPORTANT FISH TO FRY. 
WAR HAS
BEEN DECLARED, ON BOTH SIDES, AND WE'VE GOT TO GET BUSY. THEY'VE GOT NINE 
HUNDRED AND SIX VESSELS
OUT, AND EVERY ONE OF THEM HAS GOT TO GO TO DAVY JONES'S LOCKER BEFORE WE CAN 
SLEEP SOUND OF
NIGHTS. MY FIRST JOB'LL HAVE TO BE UNTANGLING THOSE NINE OH SIX FORCES, GETTING 
LINES ON EACH ONE OF
THEM, AND SEEING IF I CAN PROJECT STRAIGHT ENOUGH TO FIND THE SHIPS BEFORE THE 
TORPEDOES OVERTAKE
THEM. MART, YOU AND ORION, OUR ASTRONOMERS, HAD BETTER FIGURE OUT THE LAST 
REPORTED POSITIONS OF
EACH OF THOSE VESSELS, SO WE'LL KNOW ABOUT WHERE TO HUNT FOR THEM. ROVOL, YOU 
MIGHT SEND OUT A
DETECTOR SCREEN A FEW LIGHT-YEARS IN DIAMETER, TO BE SURE NONE OF THEM SLIP A 
FAST ONE OVER ON US.
BY STARTING IT RIGHT HERE AND EXPANDING IT GRADUALLY, YOU CAN BE SURE THAT NO 
FENACHRONE IS INSIDE
IT. THEN WE'LL FIND A HUNK OF COPPER ON THAT PLANET SOMEWHERE, PLATE IT WITH 
SOME OF THEIR OWN 'X'
METAL, AND BLOW THEM INTO KINGDOM COME."
"MAY I VENTURE A SUGGESTION?" ASKED DRASNIK, THE FIRST OF PSYCHOLOGY.
"ABSOLUTELY—NOTHING YOU'VE SAID SO FAR HAS BEEN IDLE CHATTER."
"YOU KNOW, OF COURSE, THAT THERE ARE REAL SCIENTISTS AMONG THE FENACHRONE; 
AND YOU
YOURSELF HAVE SUGGESTED THAT WHILE THEY CANNOT PENETRATE THE ZONE OF FORCE 
NOR USE FIFTH ORDER
RAYS, YET THEY MIGHT KNOW ABOUT THEM IN THEORY, MIGHT EVEN BE ABLE TO KNOW 
WHEN THEY WERE
BEING USED—DETECT THEM IN OTHER WORDS. LET US ASSUME THAT SUCH A SCIENTIST 
DID DETECT YOUR
FORCES WHILE YOU WERE THERE A SHORT TIME AGO. WHAT SHOULD HE DO?"
"SEARCH ME . . . WHAT WOULD HE DO?"
"HE MIGHT DO ANY ONE OF SEVERAL THINGS, BUT IF I READ THEIR NATURE ARIGHT, SUCH 
A ONE WOULD
GATHER UP A FEW MEN AND WOMEN—AS MANY AS HE COULD—AND MIGRATE TO 
ANOTHER PLANET. FOR HE
WOULD OF COURSE GRASP INSTANTLY THE FACT THAT YOU HAD USED FIFTH-ORDER RAYS 
AS CARRIER WAVES, AND
WOULD BE ABLE TO DEDUCE YOUR ABILITY TO DESTROY. HE WOULD ALSO REALIZE THAT IN 
THE BRIEF TIME
ALLOWED HIM, HE COULD NOT HOPE TO LEARN TO CONTROL THOSE UNKNOWN FORCES; 
AND WITH HIS TERRIBLY
SAVAGE AND VENGEFUL NATURE AND INTENSE PRIDE OF RACE, HE WOULD TAKE EVERY 
POSSIBLE STEP BOTH TO
PERPETUATE HIS RACE AND TO OBTAIN REVENGE. AM I RIGHT?"
SEATON SWUNG HIS CONTROLS SAVAGELY, AND MANIPULATED DIALS AND KEYS.
"RIGHT AS RAIN, DRASNIK. THERE—I'VE THROWN A FIFTH-ORDER DETECTOR SCREEN, 
THAT THEY CAN'T
POSSIBLY NEUTRALIZE, AROUND THEM. ANYTHING THAT GOES OUT THROUGH IT WILL 
HAVE A TRACER SLAPPED
ONTO IT. BUT SAY, IT'S BEEN HALF AN HOUR OR SO SINCE WAR WAS DECLARED—SUPPOSE 
WE'RE TOO LATE?
MAYBE SOME OF 'EM HAVE GOT AWAY ALREADY, AND IF ONE COUPLE ESCAPES WE'LL 
HAVE THE WHOLE THING
TO DO OVER AGAIN A THOUSAND YEARS OR SO FROM NOW. YOU'VE GOT THE MASSIVE 
INTELLECT, DRASNIK.
WHAT CAN WE DO ABOUT IT? WE CAN'T THROW A DETECTOR SCREEN AROUND THE WHOLE 
GALAXY."
"I WOULD SUGGEST THAT SINCE YOU HAVE NOW GUARDED AGAINST FURTHER EXODUS, IT 
IS NOT
NECESSARY TO DESTROY THE PLANET FOR A TIME. ROVOL AND HIS CO-WORKERS HAVE THE 
OTHER PROJECTOR
NEARLY DONE. LET THEM PROJECT ME TO THE WORLD OF THE FENACHRONE, WHERE I 
SHALL CONDUCT A
THOROUGH MENTAL INVESTIGATION. BY THE TIME YOU HAVE TAKEN CARE OF THE 
RAIDING VESSELS, I BELIEVE
THAT I SHALL HAVE LEARNED EVERYTHING WE NEED TO KNOW."
"FINE—HOP TO IT, AND MAY THERE BE LOTS OF BUBBLES IN YOUR THINK-TANK. ANYBODY 
ELSE
KNOW OF ANY OTHER LOOP-HOLES I'VE LEFT OPEN?"
NO OTHER SUGGESTIONS WERE MADE, AND EACH MAN BENT TO HIS PARTICULAR TASK. 
CRANE AT THE
STAR-CHART OF THE GALAXY AND ORION AT THE FENACHRONE OPERATOR'S DISPATCHING 
SCROLL RAPIDLY WORKED
OUT THE APPROXIMATE POSITIONS OF THE FENACHRONE VESSELS, AND MARKED THEM 
WITH TINY GREEN LIGHTS
IN A VAST MODEL OF THE GALAXY WHICH THEY HAD ALREADY CAUSED FORCES TO ERECT 
IN THE AIR OF THE
PROJECTOR'S BASE. IT WAS SOON LEARNED THAT A FEW OF THE SHIPS WERE EXPLORING 
QUITE CLOSE TO THEIR
HOME SYSTEM; SO CLOSE THAT THE TORPEDOES, WITH THEIR UNTHINKABLE 
ACCELERATION, WOULD REACH THEM
WITHIN A FEW HOURS.
ASCERTAINING THE STOP-NUMBER OF THE TRACER UPON THE TORPEDO WHICH SHOULD 
FIRST REACH ITS
DESTINATION, SEATON FOLLOWED IT FROM HIS PANEL OUT TO THE FLYING MESSENGER. 
NOW MOVING WITH A
VELOCITY MANY TIMES THAT OF LIGHT, IT OF COURSE WAS INVISIBLE TO DIRECT VISION; 
BUT TO THE LIGHT WAVES
HETERODYNED UPON THE FIFTH-ORDER FORCES IT WAS AS PLAINLY VISIBLE AS THOUGH IT 
WERE STATIONARY.
LINING UP THE PATH OF THE PROJECTILE ACCURATELY, HE THEN PROJECTED HIMSELF 
FORWARD IN THAT EXACT
LINE, WITH A FLAT DETECTOR-SCREEN THROWN OUT FOR HALF A LIGHT-YEAR UPON EACH 
SIDE OF HIM. SETTING
THE CONTROLS, HE FLASHED AHEAD, THE DETECTOR STOPPING HIM INSTANTANEOUSLY 
UPON ENCOUNTERING THE
POWER-PLANT OF THE EXPLORING RAIDER. AN OSCILLATOR SOUNDED A SHRILL AND 
RISING NOTE, AND SEATON
SLOWLY SHIFTED HIS CONTROLS UNTIL HE STOOD IN THE CONTROL-ROOM OF THE ENEMY 
VESSEL.
THE FENACHRONE SHIP, A THOUSAND FEET LONG AND MORE THAN A HUNDRED FEET IN 
DIAMETER, WAS
TEARING THROUGH SPACE TOWARD A BRILLIANT BLUE-WHITE STAR. HER CREW WERE AT 
BATTLE STATIONS, HER
NAVIGATING OFFICERS PEERING INTENTLY INTO THE OPERATING VISIPLATES, ALL 
OBLIVIOUS TO THE FACT THAT A
STRANGER STOOD IN THEIR VERY MIDST.
"WELL, HERE'S THE FIRST ONE. I HATE LIKE THE DEVIL TO DO THIS—IT'S ALTOGETHER 
TOO MUCH LIKE
PUSHING BABY CHICKENS INTO A CREEK—BUT IT'S A DIRTY JOB THAT'S GOT TO BE DONE."
AS ONE MAN, ORION AND THE OTHER REMAINING NORLAMINIANS LEAPED OUT OF THE 
PROJECTOR AND
FLOATED TO THE GROUND BELOW.
"I EXPECTED THAT," SEATON SAID. "THEY CAN'T EVEN THINK OF A THING LIKE THIS 
WITHOUT GETTING
THE BLUE WILLIES—I DON'T BLAME THEM MUCH, AT THAT. HOW ABOUT YOU, CARFON? 
YOU CAN BE EXCUSED
IF YOU LIKE."
"I WANT TO WATCH THOSE FORCES AT WORK. I DO NOT ENJOY DESTRUCTION, BUT LIKE 
YOU, I CAN MAKE
MYSELF ENDURE IT."
DUNARK, THE FIERCE AND BLOODTHIRSTY OSNOMIAN PRINCE, LEAPED TO HIS FEET, HIS 
EYES FLASHING.
"THAT'S ONE THING I NEVER COULD GET ABOUT YOU, DICK!" HE EXCLAIMED IN ENGLISH. 
"HOW A
MAN WITH YOUR BRAINS CAN BE SO SOFT—SO SLOPPILY SENTIMENTAL, GETS CLEAR PAST 
ME. YOU REMIND ME
OF A BOWL OF MUSH—YOU WADE AROUND IN SLUSH CLEAR TO YOUR EARS. FAUGH! IT'S 
THEIR LIVES OR OURS!
TELL ME WHAT BUTTON TO PUSH AND I'LL BE ONLY TOO GLAD TO PUSH IT. CUT OUT THE 
SOB-SISTER ACT AND FOR
CAT'S SAKE, LET'S GET BUSY!"
"'AT-A-BOY, DUNARK! THAT'S TELLIN' 'EM! BUT IT'S ALL RIGHT WITH ME—I'LL BE GLAD 
TO LET YOU DO
IT. WHEN I SAY 'SHOOT' THROW IN THAT PLUNGER THERE—NUMBER SIXTY THREE."
SEATON MANIPULATED CONTROLS UNTIL TWO ELECTRODES OF FORCE WERE CLAMPED IN 
PLACE, ONE AT
EITHER END OF THE HUGE POWER-BAR OF THE ENEMY VESSEL; ADJUSTED RHEOSTATS AND 
FORCES TO SEND A
DISINTEGRATING CURRENT THROUGH THAT MASSIVE COPPER CYLINDER, AND GAVE THE 
WORD. DUNARK THREW IN
THE SWITCH VICIOUSLY, AS THOUGH IT WERE AN ACTUAL SWORD WHICH HE WAS 
THRUSTING THROUGH THE VITALS
OF ONE OF THE HIDEOUS CREW, AND THE VERY UNIVERSE EXPLODED AROUND THEM—
EXPLODED INTO ONE
MAD, SEARING" CORUSCATION OF BLINDING, DAZZLING LIGHT AS THE GIGANTIC CYLINDER 
OF COPPER RESOLVED
ITSELF INSTANTANEOUSLY INTO THE PURE ENERGY FROM WHICH ITS METAL ORIGINALLY 
HAD COME INTO BEING.
SEATON AND DUNARK STAGGERED BACK FROM THE VISIPLATES, BLINDED BY THE 
INTOLERABLE GLARE OF
LIGHT, AND EVEN CRANE, WORKING AT HIS MODEL OF THE GALAXY, BLINKED AT THE 
INTENSITY OF THE
RADIATION. MANY MINUTES PASSED BEFORE THE TWO MEN COULD SEE THROUGH THEIR 
TORTURED EYES.
"ZOWIE! THAT WAS FIERCE!" EXCLAIMED SEATON, WHEN A SLOWLY-RETURNING 
PERCEPTION OF
THINGS OTHER THAN DIZZY SPIRALS AND BALLS OF FLAME ASSURED HIM THAT HIS 
EYESIGHT WAS NOT
PERMANENTLY GONE. "IT'S NOTHING BUT MY OWN FOOL CARELESSNESS, TOO. I 
SHOULD'VE KNOWN THAT WITH
THE VISIBLE SPECTRUM IN HETERODYNE, FOR VISIBILITY, ENOUGH OF THAT STUFF WOULD 
LEAK THROUGH TO RAISE
HELL ON OUR PLATES—THAT BAR WEIGHED A HUNDRED TONS AND WOULD LIBERATE 
ENERGY ENOUGH TO BLOW A
PLANET FROM HERE TO ARCTURUS. HOW'RE YOU COMING, DUNARK? SEE ANYTHING 
YET?"
"COMING ALONG O.K. NOW, I GUESS—BUT FOR A COUPLE OF MINUTES IT HAD ME 
GUESSING."
"I'LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME. I'LL CUT OUT THE VISIBLE BEFORE THE FLASH, AND 
CONVERT AND RECONVERT
THE INFRA-RED. THAT'LL LET US SEE WHAT HAPPENS, WITHOUT ANY DIRECT EFFECT 
WHAT'S MY FORCE NUMBER
ON LIE NEXT NEAREST ONE, MART?"
"TWENTY NINE."
SEATON FASTENED A DETECTOR RAY UPON STOP TWENTY NINE OF THE TRACER-BEAM 
PANEL AND
FOLLOWED ITS PENCIL OF FORCE OUT TO THE TORPEDO HASTENING UPON ITS WAY 
TOWARD THE NEXT DOOMED
CRUISER. FLASHING AHEAD IN ITS LINE AS HE HAD DONE BEFORE, HE LOCATED THE 
VESSEL AND CLAMPED THE
ELECTRODES OF FORCE UPON THE PRODIGIOUS DRIVING BAR. AGAIN, AS DUNARK DROVE 
HOME THE DETONATING
SWITCH, THERE WAS A FRIGHTFUL EXPLOSION AND A WILD GLARE OF FRENZIED 
INCANDESCENCE FAR OUT IN THAT
DESOLATE REGION OF INTER-STELLAR SPACE; BUT THIS TIME THE EYES BEHIND THE 
VISIPLATES WERE NOT TORN BY
THE HIGH FREQUENCIES AND EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED WAS PLAINLY VISIBLE. ONE 
INSTANT, THERE WAS AN
IMMENSE SPACE-CRUISER BORING ON THROUGH THE VOID UPON ITS HORRID MISSION, 
WITH ITS FULL
COMPLEMENT OF THE HELLISH FENACHRONE PERFORMING THEIR ROUTINE TASKS. THE 
NEXT INSTANT THERE WAS
A FLASH OF LIGHT EXTENDING FOR THOUSANDS UPON UNTOLD THOUSANDS OF MILES IN 
EVERY DIRECTION. THAT
FLARE OF LIGHT VANISHED AS RAPIDLY AS IT HAD APPEARED—INSTANTANEOUSLY—AND 
THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE
NEIGHBORHOOD OF THE PLACE WHERE THE FENACHRONE CRUISER HAD BEEN, THERE 
WAS NOTHING. NOT A PLATE
NOR A GIRDER, NOT A FRAGMENT, NOT THE MOST MINUTE PARTICLE NOR DROPLET OF 
DISRUPTED METAL NOR OF
CONDENSED VAPOR. SO TERRIFIC, SO INCREDIBLY AND INCOMPREHENSIBLY VAST WERE 
THE FORCES LIBERATED
BY THAT MASS OF COPPER IN ITS INSTANTANEOUS DECOMPOSITION THAT EVERY ATOM OF 
SUBSTANCE IN THAT
GREAT VESSEL HAD GONE WITH THE POWER-BAR—HAD BEEN RESOLVED INTO RADIATIONS 
WHICH WOULD AT
SOME DISTANT TIME AND IN SOME FAR-OFF SOLITUDE UNITE WITH OTHER RADIATIONS, 
AGAIN TO FORM MATTER
AND THUS OBEY NATURE'S IMMUTABLE CYCLIC LAW.
VESSEL AFTER VESSEL WAS DESTROYED OF THAT HAUGHTY FLEET WHICH UNTIL NOW HAD 
NEVER
SUFFERED A REVERSE, AND A LITTLE GREEN LIGHT IN THE GALACTIC MODEL WINKED OUT 
AND FLASHED BACK IN
ROSY PINK AS EACH MENACE WAS REMOVED. IN A FEW HOURS THE SPACE SURROUNDING 
THE SYSTEM OF THE
FENACHRONE WAS CLEAR; THEN PROGRESS SLACKENED AS IT BECAME HARDER AND 
HARDER TO LOCATE EACH
VESSEL AS THE DISTANCE BETWEEN IT AND ITS TORPEDO INCREASED. TIME AFTER TIME 
SEATON WOULD STAB
FORWARD WITH HIS DETECTOR SCREEN EXTENDED TO ITS UTMOST POSSIBLE SPREAD, 
UPON THE MOST CAREFULLY
PLOTTED PROLONGATION OF THE LINE OF THE TORPEDO'S FLIGHT, ONLY TO HAVE THE 
PROJECTION FLASH FAR
BEYOND THE VESSEL'S FARTHEST POSSIBLE POSITION WITHOUT A REACTION FROM THE 
FAR-FLUNG SCREEN. THEN
HE WOULD GO BACK TO THE TORPEDO, MAKE A MINUTE ALTERATION IN HIS LINE, AND 
AGAIN FLASH FORWARD,
ONLY TO MISS IT AGAIN. FINALLY, AFTER THIRTY FRUITLESS ATTEMPTS TO BRING HIS 
DETECTOR SCREEN INTO
CONTACT WITH THE NEAREST FENACHRONE SHIP, HE GAVE UP THE ATTEMPT, RAMMED HIS 
BATTERED, REEKING
BRIAR FULL OF THE RANK BLEND THAT WAS HIS FAVORITE SMOKE, AND STRODE UP AND 
DOWN THE FLOOR OF THE
PROJECTOR BASE—HIS EYES UNSEEING, HIS HANDS JAMMED DEEP INTO HIS POCKETS, HIS 
JAW THRUST
FORWARD, CLAMPED UPON THE STEM OF HIS PIPE, EMITTING DENSE, BLUE CLOUDS OF 
STRANGLING VAPOR.
"THE YOUNG MAESTRO IS THINKING, I PERCEIVE," REMARKED DOROTHY SWEETLY, 
ENTERING THE
PROJECTOR FROM AN AIRBOAT. "YOU MUST ALL BE BLIND, I GUESS—YOU NO HEAR THE 
BELL BLOW, WHAT? I'VE
COME AFTER YOU—IT'S TIME TO EAT!"
" 'AT-A-GIRL, DOT—NEVER MISS THE EATS! THANKS," AND SEATON WITH A VISIBLE 
EFFORT, PUT HIS
PROBLEM AWAY.
"THIS IS GOING TO BE A JOB, MART," HE WENT BACK TO IT AS SOON AS THEY WERE SEATED 
IN THE
AIRBOAT, FLYING TOWARD "HOME". "I CAN NAIL THEM, WITH AN INCREASING SHIFT IN 
AZIMUTH, UP TO ABOUT
THIRTY THOUSAND LIGHT-YEARS, BUT AFTER THAT IT GETS AWFULLY HARD TO GET THE 
RIGHT SHIFT, AND UP AROUND
A HUNDRED THOUSAND IT SEEMS TO BE IMPOSSIBLE—GETS TO BE PURE GUESS-WORK. IT 
CAN'T BE THE
CONTROLS, BECAUSE THEY CAN HOLD A POINT RIGIDLY AT FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND. OF 
COURSE, WE'VE GOT A
PRETTY SHORT BACK-LINE TO SIGHT ON, BUT THE SHIFT IS MORE THAN A HUNDRED TIMES 
AS GREAT AS THE
POSSIBLE ERROR IN MY BACKSIGHT COULD ACCOUNT FOR, AND THERE'S APPARENTLY 
NOTHING EITHER REGULAR OR
SYSTEMATIC ABOUT IT THAT I CAN FIGURE OUT. BUT . . . I DON'T KNOW . . . SPACE IS 
CURVED IN THE FOURTH
DIMENSION, OF COURSE . . . I WONDER IF . . . HM . . . M . . . M." HE FELL SILENT AND CRANE 
MADE A RAPID
SIGNAL TO DOROTHY, WHO WAS OPENING HER MOUTH TO SAY SOMETHING. SHE SHUT IT, 
FEELING RIDICULOUS,
AND NOTHING WAS SAID UNTIL THEY HAD DISEMBARKED AT THEIR DESTINATION.
"DID YOU SOLVE THE PUZZLE, DICKIE?"
"DON'T THINK SO—GOT MYSELF IN DEEPER THAN EVER, I'M AFRAID," HE ANSWERED, 
THEN WENT ON,
THINKING ALOUD RATHER THAN ADDRESSING ANYONE IN PARTICULAR.
"SPACE IS CURVED IN THE FOURTH DIMENSION, AND FIFTH-ORDER TRACERS, WITH THEIR 
VELOCITY, MAY
NOT FOLLOW THE SAME PATH IN THAT DIMENSION THAT LIGHT DOES—IN FACT, THEY DO 
NOT. IF THAT PATH IS TO
BE PLOTTED IT REQUIRES THE SOLUTION OF FIVE SIMULTANEOUS EQUATIONS, EACH 
COMPLETE AND GENERAL, AND
EACH OF THE FIFTH DEGREE, AND ALSO AN EXPONENTIAL SERIES WITH THE UNKNOWN IN 
THE FINAL EXPONENT,
BEFORE THE FOURTH-DIMENSIONAL CONCEPT CAN BE DERIVED . . . HM . . . M . . . M. NO 
USE—WE'VE STRUCK
SOMETHING NOT EVEN NORLAMINIAN THEORY CAN HANDLE."
"YOU SURPRISE ME," CRANE SAID. "I SUPPOSED THAT THEY HAD EVERYTHING WORKED 
OUT."
"NOT ON FIFTH-ORDER STUFF. IT BEGINS TO LOOK AS THOUGH WE'D HAVE TO STICK 
AROUND UNTIL EVERY
ONE OF THOSE TORPEDOES GETS SOMEWHERE NEAR ITS MOTHER-SHIP. HATE TO DO IT, 
TOO—IT'LL TAKE A LONG
TIME TO REACH THE VESSELS CLEAR ACROSS THE GALAXY. I'LL PUT IT UP TO THE GANG AT 
DINNER—GUESS THEY'LL
LET ME TALK BUSINESS A COUPLE OF MINUTES OVERTIME, ESPECIALLY AFTER THEY FIND 
OUT WHAT I'VE GOT TO
SAY."
HE EXPLAINED THE PHENOMENON TO AN INTERESTED GROUP OF WHITE-HAIRED 
SCIENTISTS AS THEY
ATE. ROVOL, TO SEATON'S SURPRISE, WAS ELATED AND ENTHUSIASTIC.
"WONDERFUL, MY BOY!" HE BREATHED. "MARVELOUS! A PERFECT SUBJECT FOR YEAR 
AFTER YEAR OF
DEEPEST STUDY AND THE MOST PROFOUND THOUGHT. PERFECT!"
"BUT WHAT CAN WE DO ABOUT IT?" SEATON DEMANDED. "WE DON'T WANT TO HANG 
AROUND HERE
TWIDDLING OUR THUMBS FOR A YEAR WAITING FOR THOSE TORPEDOES TO GET TO 
WHEREVER THEY'RE GOING!"
"WE CAN DO NOTHING BUT WAIT AND STUDY. THAT PROBLEM IS ONE OF SPLENDID 
DIFFICULTY, AS YOU
YOURSELF REALIZE. ITS SOLUTION MAY WELL BE A MATTER OF LIFETIMES INSTEAD OF 
YEARS. BUT WHAT IS A YEAR
MORE OR LESS? YOU CAN DESTROY THE FENACHRONE EVENTUALLY, SO BE CONTENT."
"BUT CONTENT IS JUST EXACTLY WHAT I AIN'T!" DECLARED SEATON, EMPHATICALLY. "I 
WANT TO DO IT,
AND DO IT NOW!"
"PERHAPS I MIGHT VOLUNTEER A SUGGESTION," SAID CASLOR, DIFFIDENTLY; AND AS 
BOTH ROVOL AND
SEATON LOOKED AT HIM IN SURPRISE HE WENT ON: "DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ME. I DO 
NOT MEAN
CONCERNING THE MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM IN DISCUSSION, ABOUT WHICH I AM ENTIRELY 
IGNORANT. BUT HAS
IT OCCURRED TO YOU THAT THOSE TORPEDOES ARE NOT INTELLIGENT ENTITIES, ACTING 
UPON THEIR OWN VOLITION
AND STEERING THEMSELVES AS A RESULT OF THEIR OWN ORDERED MENTAL PROCESSES? 
NO, THEY ARE
MECHANISMS, IN MY OWN PROVINCE, AND I VENTURE TO SAY WITH THE UTMOST 
CONFIDENCE THAT THEY ARE
GUIDED TO THEIR DESTINATIONS BY STREAMERS OF FORCE OF SOME NATURE, EMANATING 
FROM THE VESSELS
UPON WHOSE TRACKS THEY ARE."
" 'NOBODY HOLME' IS RIGHT!" EXCLAIMED SEATON, TAPPING HIS TEMPLE WITH AN 
ADMONITORY
FOREFINGER. " 'SRIGHT, ACE—I THOUGHT MAYBE I'D QUIT USING MY HEAD FOR NOTHING 
BUT A HATRACK NOW,
BUT I GUESS THAT'S ALL IT'S GOOD FOR, YET. THANKS A LOT FOR THE IDEA—THAT GIVES 
ME SOMETHING I CAN
GET MY TEETH INTO, AND NOW THAT ROVOL'S GOT A PROBLEM TO WORK ON FOR THE NEXT 
CENTURY OR SO,
EVERYBODY'S HAPPY."
"HOW DOES THAT HELP MATTERS?" ASKED CRANE. "OF COURSE IT IS NOT SURPRISING 
THAT NO LINES OF
FORCE WERE VISIBLE, BUT I THOUGHT THAT YOUR DETECTOR SCREENS WOULD HAVE 
FOUND THEM IF ANY SUCH
GUIDING BEAMS HAD BEEN PRESENT"
'THE ORDINARY BANDS, IF OF SUFFICIENT POWER, YES. BUT THERE ARE MANY POSSIBLE 
TRACER RAYS
NOT REACTIVE TO A SCREEN SUCH AS I WAS USING. IT WAS VERY LIGHT AND WEAK, 
DESIGNED FOR TERRIFIC
VELOCITY AND FOR INSTANTANEOUS AUTOMATIC ARREST WHEN IN CONTACT WITH THE 
ENORMOUS FORCES OF A
POWER BAR. IT WOULDN'T REACT AT ALL TO THE MINUTE ENERGY OF THE LAND OF BEAMS 
THEY'D BE MOST LIKELY
TO USE FOR THAT WORK. CASLOR'S CERTAINLY RIGHT. THEY'RE STEERING THEIR 
TORPEDOES WITH TRACER BEAMS
OF ALMOST INFINITESIMAL POWER, AMPLIFIED IN THE TORPEDOES THEMSELVES—THAT'S 
THE WAY I'D DO IT
MYSELF. IT MAY TAKE A LITTLE WHILE TO RIG UP THE APPARATUS, BUT WE'LL GET IT AND 
THEN WE'LL RUN THOSE
BIRDS RAGGED. WE WON'T NEED THE FOURTH-DIMENSIONAL CORRECTION AFTER ALL."
WHEN THE BELL ANNOUNCED THE BEGINNING OF THE FOLLOWING PERIOD OF LABOR, 
SEATON AND HIS
CO-WORKERS WERE IN THE AREA OF EXPERIMENT WAITING, AND THE WORK WAS SOON 
UNDER WAY. "HOW
ARE YOU GOING ABOUT THIS, DICK?" CRANE ASKED. "GOING TO EXAMINE THE NOSE OF 
ONE OF THOSE
TORPEDOES FIRST, AND SEE WHAT IT ACTUALLY WORKS ON. THEN BUILD A TRACER 
DETECTOR THAT'LL PICK IT UP AT
HIGH VELOCITY. BEATS THE BAND, DON'T IT, THAT NEITHER ROVOL NOR I, WHO SHOULD 
HAVE THOUGHT OF IT
FIRST, NEVER DID SEE ANYTHING AS PLAIN AS THAT? THAT THOSE THINGS ARE 
FOLLOWING A LEAD?"
"THAT IS EASILY EXPLAINED. BOTH OF YOU WERE NOT ONLY DEVOTING ALL YOUR 
THOUGHTS TO THE
CURVATURE OF SPACE, BUT WERE ALSO TOO CLOSE TO THE PROBLEM—LIKE THE MAN IN 
THE WOODS, WHO
CANNOT SEE THE FOREST BECAUSE OF THE TREES."
"PROBABLY. IT WAS PLAIN ENOUGH, THOUGH, WHEN CASLOR SHOWED IT TO US."
WHILE HE WAS TALKING SEATON HAD PROJECTED HIMSELF INTO THE TORPEDO HE HAD 
LINED UP SO
MANY TIMES THE PREVIOUS DAY. WITH THE AUTOMATIC MOTIONS SET TO HOLD HIM 
STATIONARY IN THE TINY
INSTRUMENT COMPARTMENT OF THE CRAFT, NOW TRAVELING AT A VELOCITY MANY 
THOUSANDS OF TIMES THAT OF
LIGHT, HE SET TO WORK. A GLANCE LOCATED THE DETECTOR MECHANISM, A SET OF 
SHORT-WAVE COILS AND
AMPLIFIERS, AND A BRIEF STUDY MADE PLAIN TO HIM THE PRINCIPLES UNDERLYING THE 
DIRECTIONAL LOOP
FINDERS AND THE CONTROLS WHICH GUIDED THE FLYING SHELL ALONG THE PATH OF THE 
TRACER. HE THEN BUILT A
DETECTOR STRUCTURE OF PURE FORCE IMMEDIATELY IN FRONT OF THE TORPEDO, AND 
VARIED THE FREQUENCY OF
HIS OWN APPARATUS UNTIL A METER UPON ONE OF THE PANELS BEFORE HIS EYES 
INFORMED HIM THAT HIS
DETECTOR WAS IN PERFECT RESONANCE WITH THE FREQUENCY OF THE TRACER. HE THEN 
MOVED AHEAD OF THE
TORPEDO, ALONG THE GUIDING PENCIL OF FORCE.
"GETTING IT, EH?" DUNARK CONGRATULATED HIM.
"AFTER A FASHION. MY DIRECTORS OUT THERE AIN'T SO HOT, THOUGH. I'M SHY ON 
CONTROL
SOMEWHERE, SO MUCH SO THAT IF I PUT ON ANYWHERE NEAR FULL VELOCITY I LOSE THE 
TRACK. THINK I CAN
CLEAR THAT UP WITH A LITTLE EXPERIMENTING, THOUGH."
HE FINGERED CONTROLS LIGHTLY, DEPRESSING A FEW MORE KEYS, AND SET ONE 
VERNIER, ALREADY AT A
RATIO OF A MILLION TO ONE, DOWN TO TEN MILLION. HE THEN STEPPED UP HIS VELOCITY, 
AND FOUND THAT THE
GUIDES WORKED WELL UP TO A SPEED MUCH GREATER THAN ANY EVER REACHED BY THE 
FENACHRONE VESSELS
OR TORPEDOES, BUT FAILED UTTERLY TO HOLD AT ANYTHING APPROACHING THE FULL 
VELOCITY POSSIBLE TO HIS
FIFTH-ORDER PROJECTOR. AFTER HOURS AND DAYS OF WORK AND STUDY—IN THE 
COURSE OF WHICH HUNDREDS
OF THE FENACHRONE VESSELS WERE DESTROYED—AFTER EMPLOYING ALL THE 
RESOURCES OF HIS MIND, NOW
STORED WITH THE KNOWLEDGE ACCUMULATED BY HUNDREDS OF GENERATIONS OF 
HIGHLY-TRAINED RESEARCH
SPECIALISTS IN VIBRATIONS, HE BECAME CONVINCED THAT IT WAS AN INHERENT 
IMPOSSIBILITY TO TRACE ANY
ETHER WAVE WITH THE VELOCITY HE DESIRED.
"CAN'T BE DONE, I GUESS, MART," HE CONFESSED, RUEFULLY. "YOU SEE, IT WORKS FINE 
UP TO A
CERTAIN POINT; BUT BEYOND THAT, NOTHING DOING. I'VE JUST FOUND OUT WHY—AND IN 
SO DOING, I THINK
I'VE MADE A CONTRIBUTION TO SCIENCE. AT VELOCITIES WELL BELOW THAT OF LIGHT, 
LIGHT-WAVES ARE SHIFTED
A MINUTE AMOUNT, YOU KNOW. AT THE VELOCITY OF LIGHT, AND UP TO A VELOCITY NOT 
EVEN APPROACHED
BY THE FENACHRONE VESSELS ON THEIR LONGEST TRIPS, THE DISTORTION IS STILL NOT 
SERIOUS—NO MATTER HOW
FAST WE WANT TO TRAVEL IN THE SKYLARK I CAN GUARANTEE THAT WE WILL STILL BE 
ABLE TO SEE THINGS. THAT
IS TO BE EXPECTED FROM THE GENERALLY-ACCEPTED IDEA THAT THE APPARENT 
VELOCITY OF ANY ETHER
VIBRATION IS INDEPENDENT OF THE VELOCITY OF EITHER SOURCE OR RECEIVER. 
HOWEVER, THAT RELATIONSHIP
FAILS AT VELOCITIES FAR BELOW THAT OF FIFTH-ORDER PROPAGATION. AT ONLY A VERY 
SMALL FRACTION OF THAT
SPEED THE TRACERS I AM FOLLOWING ARE SO BADLY DISTORTED THAT THEY DISAPPEAR 
ALTOGETHER, AND I HAVE
TO DISTORT THEM BACKWARDS. THAT WOULDN'T BE TOO BAD, BUT WHEN I GET UP TO 
ABOUT ONE PERCENT OF
THE VELOCITY I WANT TO USE I CAN'T CALCULATE A FORCE THAT WILL OPERATE TO 
DISTORT THEM BACK INTO
RECOGNIZABLE WAVE-FORMS. THAT'S ANOTHER PROBLEM FOR ROVOL TO CHEW ON, FOR 
ANOTHER HUNDRED
YEARS."
"THAT WILL, OF COURSE, SLOW UP THE WORK OF CLEARING THE GALAXY OF THE 
FENACHRONE, BUT AT
THE SAME TIME I SEE NOTHING ABOUT WHICH TO BE ALARMED," CRANE REPLIED. "YOU 
ARE WORKING VERY
MUCH FASTER THAN YOU COULD HAVE DONE BY WAITING FOR THE TORPEDOES TO ARRIVE. 
THE PRESENT
CONDITION IS VERY SATISFACTORY, I SHOULD SAY," AND HE WAVED BIS HAND AT THE 
GALACTIC MODEL, IN
NEARLY THREE-FOURTHS OF WHOSE VOLUME THE GREEN LIGHTS HAD BEEN REPLACED BY 
PINK ONES.
"YEAH, PRETTY FAIR AS FAR AS THAT GOES—WE'LL CLEAN UP IN TEN DAYS OR SO—BUT I 
HATE TO BE
LICKED. HOWEVER, I MIGHT AS WELL QUIT SOBBING AND GET TO WORK."
IN DUE TIME THE NINE HUNDRED AND SIXTH FENACHRONE VESSEL WAS CHECKED OFF ON 
THE MODEL,
AND THE TWO TELLURIANS WENT IN SEARCH OF DRASNIK, WHOM THEY FOUND IN HIS 
STUDY, SUMMING UP
AND ANALYZING A MASS OF DATA, FACTS, AND IDEAS WHICH WERE BEING PROJECTED IN 
THE AIR AROUND HIM.
"WELL, OUR FIRST JOB'S DONE," SEATON STATED. "DID YOU FIND OUT ANYTHING THAT 
YOU FEEL LIKE
PASSING AROUND?"
"MY INVESTIGATION IS PRACTICALLY COMPLETE," REPLIED THE FIRST OF PSYCHOLOGY, 
GRAVELY. "I
HAVE EXPLORED MANY FENACHRONE MINDS, AND WITHOUT EXCEPTION I HAVE FOUND 
THEM CHAMBERS OF
HORROR OF A KIND UNIMAGINABLE TO ONE OF US. HOWEVER, YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED 
IN THEIR PSYCHOLOGY,
BUT IN FACTS BEARING UPON YOUR PROBLEM. WHILE SUCH FACTS WERE SCARCE, I DID 
DISCOVER A FEW
INTERESTING ITEMS. I SPIED UPON THEM IN PUBLIC AND IN THEIR MOST PRIVATE HAUNTS. 
I ANALYZED THEM
INDIVIDUALLY AND COLLECTIVELY, AND FROM THE FEW KNOWN FACTS AND FROM THE 
GREAT DEAL OF
GUESSWORK AND CONJECTURE THERE AVAILABLE TO ME I HAVE FORMULATED A THEORY. 
I SHALL FIRST GIVE YOU
THE KNOWN FACTS. THEIR SCIENTISTS CANNOT DIRECT NOR CONTROL ANY RAY NOT 
PROPAGATED THROUGH THE
ETHER, BUT THEY CAN DETECT ONE SUCH FREQUENCY OR BAND OF FREQUENCIES WHICH 
THEY CALL 'INFRA-RAYS'
AND WHICH ARE PROBABLY THE FIFTH-ORDER RAYS, SINCE THEY LIE IN THE FIRST LEVEL 
BELOW THE ETHER. THE
DETECTOR PROPER IS A TYPE OF LAMP, WHICH GIVES A BLUE LIGHT AT THE ORDINARY 
INTENSITY OF SUCH RAYS
AS RECEIVED FROM SPACE OR AN ORDINARY POWER PLANT, BUT GIVES A RED LIGHT UNDER 
STRONGER
EXCITATION."
"UH-HUH, I GET THAT O.K. ROVOL'S GREAT-GREAT-GREAT GRANDFATHER HAD 'EM—I 
KNOW ALL ABOUT
THEM," SEATON ENCOURAGED DRASNIK, WHO HAD PAUSED, WITH A QUESTIONING 
GLANCE. "I KNOW EXACTLY
HOW AND WHY SUCH A DETECTOR WORKS. WE GAVE 'EM AN ALARM, ALL RIGHT. EVEN 
THOUGH WE WERE
WORKING ON A TIGHT BEAM FROM HERE TO THERE, OUR SECONDARY PROJECTOR THERE 
WAS RADIATING ENOUGH
TO AFFECT EVERY SUCH DETECTOR WITHIN A MILLION MILES."
"ANOTHER SIGNIFICANT FACT IS THAT A GREAT MANY PERSONS—I LEARNED OF SOME 
FIVE HUNDRED,
AND THERE WERE PROBABLY MANY MORE—HAVE DISAPPEARED WITHOUT EXPLANATION 
AND WITHOUT LEAVING
A TRACE; AND IT SEEMS THAT THEY DISAPPEARED VERY SHORTLY AFTER OUR 
COMMUNICATION WAS DELIVERED.
ONE OF THESE WAS FENOR, THE EMPEROR. HIS FAMILY REMAIN, HOWEVER, AND HIS SON 
IS NOT ONLY RULING
IN HIS STEAD, BUT IS CARRYING OUT HIS FATHER'S POLICIES. THE OTHER 
DISAPPEARANCES ARE ALL ALIKE AND
ARE PECULIAR IN CERTAIN RESPECTS. FIRST, EVERY MAN WHO VANISHED BELONGED TO 
THE PARTY OF
POSTPONEMENT—THE MINORITY PARTY OF THE FENACHRONE, WHO BELIEVE THAT THE 
TIME FOR THE CONQUEST
HAS NOT YET COME. SECOND, EVERY ONE OF THEM WAS A LEADER OF THOUGHT IN SOME 
FIELD OF USEFULNESS,
AND EVERY SUCH FIELD IS REPRESENTED BY AT LEAST ONE DISAPPEARANCE—EVEN THE 
ARMY, AS GENERAL
FENIMOL, THE COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF, AND HIS WHOLE FAMILY, ARE AMONG THE 
ABSENTEES. THIRD, AND
MOST REMARKABLE, EACH SUCH DISAPPEARANCE INCLUDED AN ENTIRE FAMILY, CLEAR 
DOWN TO CHILDREN AND
GRANDCHILDREN, HOWEVER YOUNG. ANOTHER FACT IS THAT THE FENACHRONE 
DEPARTMENT OF NAVIGATION
KEEPS A VERY CLOSE CHECK UPON ALL VESSELS, PARTICULARLY VESSELS CAPABLE OF 
NAVIGATING OUTER SPACE.
EVERY VESSEL BUILT MUST BE REGISTERED, AND ITS LOCATION IS ALWAYS KNOWN FROM 
ITS INDIVIDUAL TRACER.
NO FENACHRONE VESSEL IS MISSING.
"I ALSO SIFTED A MASS OF GOSSIP AND CONJECTURE, SOME OF WHICH MAY BEAR UPON 
THE SUBJECT.
ONE BELIEF IS THAT ALL THE PERSONS WERE PUT TO DEATH BY FENOR'S SECRET SERVICE, 
AND THAT THE
EMPEROR WAS ASSASSINATED IN REVENGE. THE MOST WIDESPREAD BELIEF, HOWEVER, IS 
THAT THEY HAVE
FLED. SOME HOLD THAT THEY ARE IN HIDING IN SOME REMOTE SHELTER IN THE JUNGLE, 
ARGUING THAT THE RIGID
REGISTRATION OF ALL VESSELS RENDERS A JOURNEY OF ANY GREAT LENGTH IMPOSSIBLE 
AND THAT THE DETECTOR
SCREENS WOULD HAVE GIVEN WARNING OF ANY VESSEL LEAVING THE PLANET. OTHERS 
THINK THAT PERSONS AS
POWERFUL AS FENIMOL AND RAVINDAU COULD HAVE BUILT ANY VESSEL THEY CHOSE 
WITH NEITHER THE
KNOWLEDGE NOR CONSENT OF THE DEPARTMENT OF NAVIGATION; OR THAT THEY COULD 
HAVE STOLEN A NAVY
VESSEL, DESTROYING ITS RECORDS; AND THAT RAVINDAU CERTAINLY COULD HAVE SO 
NEUTRALIZED THE SCREENS
THAT THEY WOULD HAVE GIVEN NO ALARM. THESE BELIEVE THAT THE ABSENT ONES HAVE 
MIGRATED TO SOME
OTHER SOLAR SYSTEM OR TO SOME OTHER PLANET OF THE SAME SUN. ONE OLD GENERAL 
LOUDLY GAVE IT AS HIS
OPINION THAT THE COWARDLY TRAITORS HAD PROBABLY FLED CLEAR OUT OF THE 
GALAXY, AND THAT IT WOULD BE
A GOOD THING TO SEND THE REST OF THE PARTY OF POSTPONEMENT AFTER THEM. 
THERE, IN BRIEF, ARE THE
SALIENT POINTS OF MY INVESTIGATION INSOFAR AS IT CONCERNS YOUR IMMEDIATE 
PROBLEM."
"A GOOD MANY STRAWS POINTING THIS WAY AND THAT," SEATON COMMENTED. 
"HOWEVER, WE
KNOW THAT THE 'POSTPONERS' ARE JUST AS RABID ON THE IDEA OF CONQUERING THE 
UNIVERSE AS THE OTHERS
ARE—ONLY THEY ARE A LOT MORE CAUTIOUS AND WON'T TAKE EVEN A GAMBLER'S 
CHANCE OF DEFEAT. BUT
YOU'VE FORMED A THEORY—WHAT IS IT?"
"FROM MY ANALYSIS OF THESE FACTS AND CONJECTURES, IN CONJUNCTION WITH 
CERTAIN PURELY
PSYCHOLOGICAL INDICES WHICH WE NEED NOT TAKE TIME TO GO INTO NOW, I AM CERTAIN 
THAT THEY HAVE
LEFT THEIR SOLAR SYSTEM, PROBABLY IN AN IMMENSE VESSEL BUILT A LONG TIME AGO 
AND HELD IN READINESS
FOR JUST SUCH AN EMERGENCY. I AM NOT CERTAIN OF THEIR DESTINATION, BUT IT IS MY 
OPINION THAT THEY
LEFT THIS GALAXY, AND ARE PLANNING UPON STARTING ANEW UPON SOME SUITABLE 
PLANET IN SOME OTHER
GALAXY, FROM WHICH, AT SOME FUTURE DATE, THE CONQUEST OF THE UNIVERSE SHALL 
PROCEED AS IT WAS
ORIGINALLY PLANNED."
"GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!" BLURTED SEATON. "THEY COULDN'T—NOT IN A MILLION 
YEARS!" HE THOUGHT
A MOMENT, THEN CONTINUED MORE SLOWLY: "BUT THEY COULD—AND, WITH THEIR 
DISPOSITIONS, THEY
PROBABLY WOULD. YOU'RE ONE HUNDRED PERCENT RIGHT, DRASNIK. WE'VE GOT A REAL 
JOB OF HUNTING ON
OUR HANDS NOW. SO-LONG, AND THANKS A LOT."
BACK IN THE PROJECTOR SEATON PROWLED ABOUT IN BROWN ABSTRACTION, HIS 
VILLAINOUS PIPE
POISONING THE CIRCUMAMBIENT AIR, WHILE CRANE SAT, QUIET AND SELF-POSSESSED AS 
ALWAYS, WAITING FOR
THE NIMBLE BRAIN OF HIS FRIEND TO FIND A WAY OVER, AROUND, OR THROUGH THE 
OBSTACLE CONFRONTING
THEM.
"GOT IT, MART!" SEATON YELLED, DARTING TO THE BOARD AND SETTING UP ONE 
INTEGRAL AFTER
ANOTHER. "IF THEY DID LEAVE THE PLANET IN A SHIP, WE'LL BE ABLE TO WATCH THEM 
GO—AND WE'LL SEE
WHAT THEY DID, ANYWAY, NO MATTER WHAT IT WAS!"
"HOW? THEY'VE BEEN GONE ALMOST A MONTH ALREADY," PROTESTED CRANE.
"WE KNOW WITHIN HALF AN HOUR THE EXACT TIME OF THEIR DEPARTURE. WE'LL SIMPLY 
GO OUT THE
DISTANCE LIGHT HAS TRAVELED SINCE THAT TIME, GATHER IN THE RAYS GIVEN OFF, 
AMPLIFY THEM A FEW
BILLION TIMES, AND TAKE A LOOK AT WHATEVER WENT ON."
"BUT WE HAVE NO IDEA OF WHAT REGION OF THE PLANET TO STUDY, OR WHETHER IT WAS 
NIGHT OR DAY
AT THE POINT OF DEPARTURE WHEN THEY LEFT"
"WE'LL GET THE COUNCIL ROOM, AND TRACE EVENTS FROM THERE. DAY OR NIGHT MAKES 
NO
DIFFERENCE—WE'LL HAVE TO USE INFRA-RED ANYWAY, BECAUSE OF THE FOG, AND 
THAT'S AS GOOD AT NIGHT AS
IN THE DAYTIME. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS ABSOLUTE DARKNESS UPON ANY PLANET, 
ANYWAY, AND WE'VE
GOT POWER ENOUGH TO MAKE ANYTHING VISIBLE THAT HAPPENED THERE, NIGHT OR DAY. 
MART, I'VE GOT
POWER ENOUGH HERE TO SEE AND TO PHOTOGRAPH THE ACTUAL CONSTRUCTION OF THE 
PYRAMIDS OF EGYPT IN
THAT SAME WAY—AND THEY WERE BUILT THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO!"
"HEAVENS, WHAT ASTOUNDING POSSIBILITIES!" BREATHED CRANE. "WHY, YOU COULD . . 
."
"YEAH, I COULD DO A LOT OF THINGS," SEATON INTERRUPTED HIM RUDELY, "BUT RIGHT 
NOW WE'VE
GOT OTHER FISH TO FRY. I'VE JUST GOT THE CITY WE VISITED, AT ABOUT THE TIME WE 
WERE THERE. GENERAL
FENIMOL, WHO DISAPPEARED, MUST BE IN THE COUNCIL ROOM DOWN THERE RIGHT NOW. 
I'LL RETARD OUR
PROJECTION, SO THAT TIME WILL APPARENTLY PASS QUICKER, AND WE'LL DUCK DOWN 
THERE AND SEE WHAT
ACTUALLY DID HAPPEN. I CAN HETERODYNE, COMBINE, AND RECOMBINE JUST AS THOUGH 
WE WERE WATCHING
THE ACTUAL SCENE—IT'S MORE COMPLICATED, OF COURSE, SINCE I HAVE TO FOLLOW IT 
AND AMPLIFY IT TOO,
BUT IT WORKS OUT ALL RIGHT."
"THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE, DICK. THINK OF ACTUALLY SEEING SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY 
HAPPENED IN
THE PAST!"
"YEAH, IT'S PRETTY STIFF STUFF. AS DOT WOULD SAY, IT'S JUST TOO PERFECTLY DARN 
OUTRAGEOUS. BUT
WE'RE DOING IT, AIN'T WE? I KNOW JUST HOW, AND WHY. WHEN WE GET SOME TIME I'LL 
SHOOT THE METHOD
INTO YOUR BRAIN. HERE WE ARE!"
PEERING INTO THE VISIPLATES, THE TWO MEN WERE POISED ABOVE THE IMMENSE 
CENTRAL CONE OF
THE CAPITAL CITY OF THE FENACHRONE. VIEWING WITH INFRA-RED LIGHT AS THEY 
WERE, THE FOG PRESENTED
NO OBSTACLE AND THE INDESCRIBABLE BEAUTY OF THE CITY OF CONCENTRIC RINGS AND 
THE WONDERFULLY
LUXURIANT JUNGLE GROWTH WERE CLEARLY VISIBLE. THEY PLUNGED DOWN INTO THE 
COUNCIL CHAMBER, AND
SAW FENOR, RAVINDAU, AND FENIMOL DEEP IN CONVERSATION.
"WITH ALL THE OTHER FEATS OF SKILL AND SORCERY YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED, WHY 
DON'T YOU
RECONSTRUCT THEIR SPEECH, ALSO?" ASKED CRANE, WITH A CHALLENGING GLANCE.
"WELL, OLD DOUBTING THOMAS, IT MIGHT NOT BE ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE, AT THAT. IT 
WOULD
MEAN TWO PROJECTORS, HOWEVER, DUE TO THE DIFFERENCE IN SPEED OF SOUND-WAVES 
AND LIGHTWAVES.
THEORETICALLY, SOUND-WAVES ALSO CONTINUE INDEFINITELY IN AIR, BUT I DON'T 
BELIEVE THAT ANY POSSIBLE
DETECTOR AND AMPLIFIER COULD RECONSTRUCT A VOICE MORE THAN AN HOUR OR SO 
AFTER IT HAD SPOKEN. IT
MIGHT THOUGH—WE'LL HAVE TO TRY IT SOMETIME, AND SEE. YOU'RE FAIRLY GOOD AT 
LIP-READING, AS I
REMEMBER IT. GET AS MUCH OF IT AS YOU CAN, WILL YOU?"
AS THOUGH THEY WERE WATCHING THE SCENE ITSELF AS IT HAPPENED—WHICH, IN A 
SENSE, THEY
WERE—THEY SAW EVERYTHING THAT HAD OCCURRED. THEY SAW FENOR DIE, SAW THE 
GENERAL'S FAMILY
BOARD THE AIRBOAT, SAW THE ORDERLY EMBARKATION OF RAVINDAU'S ORGANIZATION. 
FINALLY THEY SAW THE
STUPENDOUS TAKE-OFF OF THE FIRST INTER-GALACTIC CRUISER, AND WITH THAT TAKE-
OFF SEATON WENT INTO
ACTION. FASTER AND FASTER HE DROVE THAT FIFTH-ORDER BEAM ALONG THE TRACK OF 
THE FUGITIVE, UNTIL A
SPEED WAS ATTAINED BEYOND WHICH HIS DETECTING CONVERTERS COULD NOT HOLD THE 
ETHER-RAYS THEY
WERE FOLLOWING. FOR MANY MINUTES SEATON STARED INTENTLY INTO THE VISIPLATE, 
PLOTTING LINES AND
CALCULATING FORCES, THEN HE SWUNG AROUND TO CRANE.
"WELL, MART, NOBLE OLD BEAN, SOLVING THE DISAPPEARANCES WAS EASIER THAN I 
THOUGHT IT
WOULD BE; BUT THE SITUATION AS REGARDS WIPING OUT THE LAST OF THE FENACHRONE 
IS GETTING NO BETTER,
FAST."
"I GLEAN FROM THE INSTRUMENTS THAT THEY ARE HEADING STRAIGHT OUT INTO SPACE 
AWAY FROM THE
GALAXY, AND I ASSUME THAT THEY ARE USING THEIR UTMOST ACCELERATION?"
"IT LOOKS THAT WAY. THEY'RE OUT IN ABSOLUTE SPACE, YOU KNOW, WITH NOTHING IN 
THE WAY AND
WITH NO INTENTION OF REVERSING THEIR POWER OR SLOWING DOWN—THEY MUST'VE 
HAD ABSOLUTE TOP
ACCELERATION ON EVERY MINUTE SINCE THEY LEFT. ANYWAY, THEY'RE SO FAR OUT 
ALREADY THAT I COULDN'T
HOLD EVEN A DETECTOR ON THEM, LET ALONE A FORCE THAT I CAN CONTROL. WELL, 
LET'S SNAP INTO IT,
FELLOW—ON OUR WAY!"
"JUST A MINUTE, DICK. TAKE IT EASY. WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS?"
"PLANS—HELL! WHY WORRY ABOUT PLANS? BLOW UP THAT PLANET BEFORE ANY MORE 
OF 'EM GET
AWAY, AND THEN CHASE 'EM—CHASE 'EM CLEAR TO ANDROMEDA IF NECESSARY. LET'S 
GO!"
"CALM DOWN AND BE REASONABLE—YOU ARE GETTING HYSTERICAL AGAIN. THEY HAVE A 
MAXIMUM
ACCELERATION OF FIVE TIMES THE VELOCITY OF LIGHT. SO HAVE WE, EXACTLY, SINCE WE 
ADOPTED THEIR OWN
DRIVE. NOW IF OUR ACCELERATION IS THE SAME AS THEIRS, AND THEY HAVE A MONTH'S 
START, HOW LONG WILL
IT TAKE US TO CATCH THEM?"
"RIGHT AGAIN, MART—I WAS GOING OFF HALF-COCKED AGAIN," SEATON CONCEDED 
RUEFULLY, AFTER
A MOMENT'S THOUGHT. "THEY'D ALWAYS BE GOING A MILLION OR SO TIMES AS FAST AS 
WE WOULD BE, AND
GETTING FURTHER AHEAD OF US IN GEOMETRICAL RATIO. WHAT'S YOUR IDEA?"
"I AGREE WITH YOU THAT THE TIME HAS COME TO DESTROY THEIR PLANET. AS FOR 
PURSUING THAT
VESSEL THROUGH INTER-GALACTIC SPACE, THAT IS YOUR PROBLEM. YOU MUST FIGURE 
OUT SOME METHOD OF
INCREASING OUR ACCELERATION. HIGHLY EFFICIENT AS IS THIS SYSTEM OF PROPULSION, 
IT SEEMS TO ME THAT
THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE NORLAMINIANS SHOULD BE ABLE TO IMPROVE IT IN SOME 
DETAIL. EVEN A SLIGHT
INCREASE IN ACCELERATION WOULD ENABLE US TO OVERTAKE THEM EVENTUALLY."
"HM . . . M . . . M." SEATON, NO LONGER IMPETUOUS, WAS THINKING DEEPLY. "HOW FAR 
ARE WE
APT TO HAVE TO GO?"
"UNTIL WE GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO THEM TO USE YOUR PROJECTOR —SAY HALF A MILLION 
LIGHT-
YEARS."
"BUT SURELY THEY'LL STOP, SOMETIME?"
"OF COURSE, BUT NOT NECESSARILY FOR MANY YEARS. THEY ARE POWERED AND 
PROVISIONED, FOR A
HUNDRED YEARS, YOU REMEMBER, AND ARE GOING TO 'A DISTANT GALAXY'. SUCH A ONE 
AS RAVINDAU WOULD
NOT HAVE SPECIFIED A 'DISTANT' GALAXY IDLY, AND THE VERY CLOSEST GALAXIES ARE 
DISTANT INDEED."
"BUT OUR ASTRONOMERS BELIEVE . . . OR ARE THEY WRONG?"
'THEIR ESTIMATES ARE, WITHOUT EXCEPTION, FAR BELOW THE TRUE VALUES. THEY ARE 
SCARCELY OF
THE CORRECT ORDER OF MAGNITUDE."
"WELL, THEN, LET'S MOP UP ON THAT PLANET AND GET GOING."
SEATON HAD ALREADY LOCATED THE MAGAZINES IN WHICH THE POWER BARS OF THE 
FENACHRONE
WAR-VESSELS WERE STORED, AND IT WAS A SHORT TASK TO ERECT A SECONDARY 
PROJECTOR OF FORCE IN THE
FENACHRONE ATMOSPHERE. WORKING OUT OF THAT PROJECTOR, BEAMS OF FORCE 
SEIZED ONE OF THE
IMMENSE CYLINDERS OF PLATED COPPER AND AT SEATON'S DIRECTION TRANSPORTED IT 
RAPIDLY TO ONE OF THE
POLES OF THE PLANET, WHERE ELECTRODES OF FORCE WERE CLAMPED UPON IT. IN A 
SIMILAR FASHION
SEVENTEEN MORE OF THE FRIGHTFUL BOMBS WERE PLACED, EQUAL-DISTANT OVER THE 
SURFACE OF THE WORLD OF
THE FENACHRONE, SO THAT WHEN THEY WERE SIMULTANEOUSLY EXPLODED THE 
DOWNWARD FORCES WOULD BE
CERTAIN TO MEET SUFFICIENT RESISTANCE TO SECURE COMPLETE DEMOLITION OF THE 
ENTIRE GLOBE.
EVERYTHING IN READINESS, SEATON'S HAND WENT TO THE PLUNGER SWITCH AND CLOSED 
UPON IT. THEN, HIS
FACE WHITE AND WET, HE DROPPED HIS HAND.
"NO USE, MART—I CAN'T DO IT. IT PULLS MY CORK. I KNOW THAT YOU CAN'T EITHER—
I'LL YELL FOR
HELP."
"HAVE YOU GOT IT ON THE INFRA-RED?" ASKED DUNARK CALMLY, AS HE SHOT UP INTO 
THE PROJECTOR
IN REPLY TO SEATON'S CALL. "I WANT TO SEE THIS, ALL OF IT."
"IT'S ON—YOU'RE WELCOME TO IT," AND, AS THE TERRESTRIALS TURNED AWAY, THE 
WHOLE PROJECTOR
BASE WAS ILLUMINATED BY A FLARE OF INTENSE, THOUGH SUBDUED LIGHT. FOR SEVERAL 
MINUTES DUNARK
STARED INTO THE VISIPLATE, SAVAGE SATISFACTION IN EVERY LINE OF HIS FIERCE GREEN 
FACE AS HE SURVEYED
THE HAVOC WROUGHT BY THOSE EIGHTEEN ENORMOUS CHARGES OF INCREDIBLE 
EXPLOSIVE.
"A NICE JOB OF CLEAN-UP, DICK," THE OSNOMIAN PRINCE REPORTED, TURNING AWAY 
FROM THE
VISIPLATE. "IT MADE A SUN OF IT—THE ORIGINAL SUN IS NOW QUITE A SPLENDID DOUBLE 
STAR. EVERYTHING
WAS VOLATILIZED, CLEAR OUT, FAR BEYOND THEIR OUTERMOST SCREEN."
"IT HAD TO BE DONE, OF COURSE—IT WAS EITHER THEM OR ELSE ALL THE REST OF THE 
UNIVERSE,"
SEATON SAID, JERKILY. "HOWEVER, EVEN THAT FACT DOESN'T MAKE IT GO DOWN EASY. 
WELL, WE'RE DONE
WITH THIS PROJECTOR. FROM NOW ON IT'S STRICTLY UP TO US AND SKYLARK THREE. 
LET'S BEAT IT OVER THERE
AND SEE IF THEY'VE GOT HER DONE YET—THEY WERE DUE TO FINISH UP TODAY, YOU 
KNOW."
IT WAS A SILENT GROUP WHO EMBARKED IN THE LITTLE AIRBOAT. HALFWAY TO THEIR 
DESTINATION,
HOWEVER, SEATON CAME OUT OF HIS BLUE MOOD WITH A YELL.
"MART, I'VE GOT IT! WE CAN GIVE THE LARK A LOT MORE ACCELERATION THAN THEY ARE
GETTING—AND WON'T NEED THE ASSISTANCE OF ALL THE MINDS OF NORLAMIN, EITHER." 
"HOW?"
"BY USING ONE OF THE VERY HEAVY METALS FOR FUEL. THE INTENSITY OF THE POWER 
LIBERATED IS A
FUNCTION OF ATOMIC WEIGHT, ATOMIC NUMBER, AND DENSITY; BUT THE FACT OF 
LIBERATION DEPENDS UPON
ATOMIC CONFIGURATION—A FACT WHICH YOU AND I FIGURED OUT LONG AGO. HOWEVER, 
OUR FIGURING DIDN'T
GO FAR ENOUGH—IT COULDN'T: WE DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING THEN. COPPER HAPPENS TO 
BE THE MOST
EFFICIENT OF THE FEW METALS WHICH CAN BE DECOMPOSED AT ALL UNDER ORDINARY 
EXCITATION. BUT BY
USING SPECIAL EXCITERS, SENDING OUT ALL THE ORDERS OF FORCE NECESSARY TO 
INITIATE THE DISRUPTIVE
PROCESSES, WE CAN USE ANY METAL WE WANT TO. OSNOME HAS UNLIMITED QUANTITIES 
OF THE HEAVIEST
METALS, INCLUDING RADIUM AND URANIUM. OF COURSE WE CAN'T USE RADIUM AND 
LIVE—BUT WE CAN AND
WILL USE URANIUM, AND THAT WILL GIVE US SOMETHING LIKE FOUR TIMES THE 
ACCELERATION POSSIBLE WITH
COPPER. DUNARK, WHAT SAY YOU SNAP OVER THERE AND SMELT US A CUBIC MILE OF 
URANIUM? NO—HOLD
IT—I'LL PUT A FLOCK OF FORCES ON THE JOB. THEY'LL DO IT QUICKER, AND I'LL MAKE 
'EM DELIVER THE GOODS.
THEY'LL DELIVER 'EM FAST, TOO, BELIEVE ME—WE'LL SEE TO THAT WITH A TEN-TON BAR. 
THE URANIUM BARS'LL
BE READY TO LOAD TOMORROW, AND WE'LL HAVE ENOUGH POWER TO CHASE THOSE BIRDS 
ALL THE REST OF OUR
LIVES!"
RETURNING TO THE PROJECTOR, SEATON ACTUATED THE COMPLEX SYSTEM OF FORCES 
REQUIRED FOR THE
SMELTING AND TRANSPORTATION OF THE ENORMOUS AMOUNT OF METAL NECESSARY, AND 
AS THE THREE MEN
AGAIN BOARDED THEIR AERIAL CONVEYANCE THE POWER-BAR IN THE PROJECTOR BEHIND 
THEM FLARED INTO
VIOLET INCANDESCENCE UNDER THE LOAD ALREADY PUT UPON IT BY THE NEW URANIUM 
MINE IN DISTANT
OSNOME.
THE SKYLARK LAY STRETCHED OUT OVER TWO MILES OF COUNTRY, EXACTLY AS THEY HAD 
LAST SEEN HER,
BUT NOW, INSTEAD OF BEING WATER-WHITE, THE TEN-THOUSAND-FOOT CRUISER OF THE 
VOID WAS ONE
JOINTLESS, SEAMLESS STRUCTURE OF SPARKLING, TRANSPARENT, PURPLE INOSON. 
ENTERING ONE OF THE OPEN
DOORS THEY STEPPED INTO AN ELEVATOR AND WERE WHISKED UPWARD INTO THE 
CONTROL ROOM, IN WHICH A
DOZEN OF THE AGED, WHITE-BEARDED STUDENTS OF NORLAMIN WERE GROUPED ABOUT A 
BANKED AND TIERED
MASS OF KEYBOARDS WHICH SEATON KNEW MUST BE THE OPERATING MECHANISM OF THE 
EXTRAORDINARILY
COMPLETE FIFTH-ORDER PROJECTOR HE HAD BEEN PROMISED.
"AH, YOUNGSTERS, YOU ARE JUST IN TIME. EVERYTHING IS COMPLETE, AND WE ARE JUST 
ABOUT TO
BEGIN LOADING."
"SORRY, ROVOL, BUT WE'LL HAVE TO MAKE A COUPLE OF CHANGES —HAVE TO REBUILD 
THE EXCITER
OR BUILD ANOTHER ONE," AND SEATON RAPIDLY RELATED WHAT THEY HAD LEARNED, AND 
WHAT THEY HAD
DECIDED TO DO.
"OF COURSE, URANIUM IS A MUCH MORE EFFICIENT SOURCE OF POWER," AGREED ROVOL, 
"AND YOU
ARE TO BE CONGRATULATED FOR THINKING OF IT. IT PERHAPS WOULD NOT HAVE 
OCCURRED TO ONE OF US, SINCE
THE HEAVY METALS OF THAT HIGHLY EFFICIENT GROUP ARE VERY RARE HERE. BUILDING 
A NEW EXCITER FOR
URANIUM IS A SIMPLE TASK, AND THE CONVERTERS FOR THE CORONA-LOSS WILL OF 
COURSE REQUIRE NO CHANGE,
SINCE THEIR ACTION DEPENDS ONLY UPON THE FREQUENCY OF THE EMITTED LOSSES, NOT 
UPON THEIR
MAGNITUDE."
"HADN'T YOU SUSPECTED THAT SOME OF THE FENACHRONE MIGHT BE GOING TO LEAD US 
A LIFE-LONG
CHASE?" ASKED DUNARK SERIOUSLY.
"WE HAVE NOT GIVEN THE MATTER A THOUGHT, MY SON," THE CHIEF OF THE FIVE MADE 
ANSWER.
"AS YOUR YEARS INCREASE, YOU WILL LEARN NOT TO ANTICIPATE TROUBLE AND WORRY. 
HAD WE THOUGHT AND
WORRIED OVER THE MATTER BEFORE THE TIME HAD ARRIVED, YOU WILL NOTE THAT IT 
WOULD HAVE BEEN PAIN
WASTED, FOR OUR YOUNG FRIEND SEATON HAS AVOIDED THAT DIFFICULTY IN A TRULY 
SCHOLARLY FASHION."
"ALL SET, THEN, ROVOL?" ASKED SEATON, WHEN THE FORCES FLYING FROM THE 
PROJECTOR HAD BUILT
THE COMPOUND EXCITER WHICH WOULD MAKE POSSIBLE THE DISRUPTION OF THE ATOMS 
OF URANIUM. "THE
METAL, ENOUGH OF IT TO FILL ALL THE SPARE SPACE IN THE HULL, WILL BE HERE 
TOMORROW. YOU MIGHT GIVE
CRANE AND ME THE METHOD OF OPERATING THIS PROJECTOR, WHICH I SEE IS VASTLY 
MORE COMPLEX EVEN
THAN THE ONE IN THE AREA OF EXPERIMENT"
"IT IS THE MOST COMPLETE THING EVER SEEN UPON NORLAMIN," REPLIED ROVOL WITH A 
SMILE.
"EACH OF US INSTALLED EVERYTHING IN IT THAT HE COULD CONCEIVE OF EVER BEING OF 
THE SLIGHTEST USE,
AND SINCE OUR COMBINED KNOWLEDGE COVERS A LARGE FIELD, THE PROJECTOR IS 
ACCORDINGLY QUITE
COMPREHENSIVE."
MULTIPLE HEADSETS WERE DONNED, AND FROM EACH OF THE NORLAMINIAN BRAINS 
THERE POURED
INTO THE MINDS OF THE TWO TERRESTRIALS A COMPLETE AND MINUTE KNOWLEDGE OF 
EVERY POSSIBLE
APPLICATION OF THE STUPENDOUS FORCE-CONTROL BANKED IN ALL ITS MASSED 
INTRICACY BEFORE THEM.
"WELL, THAT'S SOME OUTFIT!" EXULTED SEATON IN PLEASED ASTONISHMENT AS THE 
INSTRUCTIONS
WERE CONCLUDED. "IT CAN DO ANYTHING BUT LAY AN EGG—AND I'M NOT A DARN BIT 
SURE THAT WE COULDN'T
MAKE IT DO THAT! WELL, LET'S CALL THE GIRLS AND SHOW THEM AROUND—THIS SHIP IS 
GOING TO BE THEIR
HOME FOR QUITE A WHILE."
WHILE THEY WERE WAITING DUNARK LED SEATON ASIDE.
"DICK, WILL YOU NEED ME ON THIS TRIP?" HE ASKED. "OF COURSE I KNEW THAT THERE 
WAS
SOMETHING ON YOUR MIND WHEN YOU DIDN'T SEND ME HOME WHEN YOU LET URVAN, 
CARFON, AND THE
OTHERS GO BACK."
"NO, WE'RE GOING IT ALONE—UNLESS YOU WANT TO COME ALONG. I DID WANT YOU TO 
STICK AROUND
UNTIL I GOT A GOOD CHANCE TO TALK TO YOU ALONE—NOW WILL BE AS GOOD A TIME AS 
ANY. YOU AND I
HAVE TRADED BRAINS, AND BESIDES, WE'VE BEEN THROUGH QUITE A LOT OF GRIEF 
TOGETHER, HERE AND
THERE—I WANT TO APOLOGIZE TO YOU FOR NOT PASSING ALONG TO YOU ALL THIS STUFF 
I'VE BEEN GETTING
HERE. IN FACT, I REALLY WISH I DIDN'T HAVE TO HAVE IT MYSELF. GET ME?"
"GET YOU? I'M 'WAY AHEAD OF YOU! DON'T WANT IT, NOR ANY PART OF IT—THAT'S WHY 
I'VE STAYED
AWAY FROM ANY CHANCE OF LEARNING ANY OF IT, AND THE ONE REASON WHY I AM GOING 
BACK HOME
INSTEAD OF GOING WITH YOU. I HAVE JUST BRAINS ENOUGH TO REALIZE THAT NEITHER I 
NOR ANY OTHER MAN OF
MY RACE SHOULD HAVE IT. BY THE TIME WE GROW UP TO IT NATURALLY WE MAY BE ABLE 
TO HANDLE IT, BUT
NOT UNTIL THEN."
THE TWO BRAIN BROTHERS GRASPED HANDS STRONGLY, AND DUN-ARK CONTINUED IN A 
LIGHTER VEIN:
"IT TAKES ALL KINDS OF PEOPLE TO MAKE A WORLD, YOU KNOW—AND ALL KINDS OF 
RACES, EXCEPT THE
FENACHRONE, TO MAKE A UNIVERSE. WITH MARDONALE GONE, THE EVOLUTION OF 
OSNOME SHALL PROGRESS
RAPIDLY, AND WHILE WE MAY NOT REACH THE ULTIMATE GOAL, I HAVE LEARNED ENOUGH 
FROM YOU ALREADY
TO SPEED UP OUR PROGRESS CONSIDERABLY."
"I WAS SURE YOU'D UNDERSTAND, BUT I HAD TO GET IT OFF MY CHEST. HERE'RE THE 
GIRLS—SITAR TOO.
WE'LL SHOW 'EM AROUND."
SEATON'S FIRST THOUGHT WAS FOR THE VERY BRAIN OF THE SHIP— THE PRECIOUS LENS 
OF NEUTRONIUM
IN ITS THIN ENVELOPE OF THE ETERNAL JEWEL—WITHOUT WHICH THE BEAM OF FIFTH-
ORDER RAYS COULD NOT BE
DIRECTED. HE FOUND IT A QUARTER MILE BACK FROM THE NEEDLE-SHARP PROW, 
EXACTLY IN THE LONGITUDINAL
AXIS OF THE HULL, PROTECTED FROM ANY POSSIBLE DAMAGE BY BULKHEAD AFTER 
BULKHEAD OF IMPREGNABLE
INOSON. SATISFIED UPON THAT POINT, HE WENT IN SEARCH OF THE OTHERS, WHO WERE 
EXPLORING THEIR VAST
NEW SPACE-SHIP.
HUGE AS SHE WAS, THERE WAS NO WASTE SPACE—HER DESIGN WAS AS COMPACT AS THAT 
OF A FINE
WATCH. THE LIVING QUARTERS WERE GROUPED CLOSELY ABOUT THE CENTRAL 
COMPARTMENT, WHICH HOUSED
THE POWER PLANTS, THE MANY GENERATORS AND PROJECTORS, AND THE MYRIADS OF 
CONTROLS OF THE
MECHANISMS FOR THE PROJECTION AND HANDLING OF FIFTH-ORDER FORCES. SEVERAL 
LARGE COMPARTMENTS
WERE DEVOTED TO THE MACHINERY WHICH AUTOMATICALLY SERVICED THE VESSEL—
REFRIGERATORS, HEATERS,
GENERATORS AND PURIFIERS FOR WATER AND AIR, AND THE NUMBERLESS OTHER 
MECHANISMS WHICH WOULD
MAKE OF THE CRUISER A COMFORTABLE AND SECURE HOME, AS WELL AS AN INVINCIBLE 
BATTLESHIP, IN THE
HEATLESS, LIGHTLESS, AIRLESS, MATTERLESS WASTE OF INTER-GALACTIC SPACE. MANY 
COMPARTMENTS WERE FOR
THE STORAGE OF FOOD-SUPPLIES, AND THESE WERE EVEN THEN BEING FILLED BY FORCES 
UNDER THE ABLE
DIRECTION OF THE FIRST OF CHEMISTRY.
"ALL THE COMFORTS OF HOME, EVEN TO THE LABELS," SEATON GRINNED, AS HE READ 
"DOLE #1" UPON
CANS OF PINEAPPLE WHICH HAD NEVER BEEN WITHIN THOUSANDS OF LIGHT-YEARS OF 
THE HAWAIIAN ISLANDS,
AND SAW QUARTER AFTER QUARTER OF FRESH MEAT GOING INTO THE FREEZER ROOM 
FROM A PLANET UPON WHICH
NO ANIMALS OTHER THAN MAN HAD EXISTED FOR MANY THOUSANDS OF YEARS. NEARLY 
ALL OF THE REMAINING
MILLIONS OF CUBIC FEET OF SPACE WERE FOR THE STORAGE OF URANIUM FOR POWER, A 
FEW ROOMS ALREADY
HAVING BEEN FILLED WITH INGOT INOSON FOR REPAIRS. BETWEEN THE MANY BULKHEADS 
THAT DIVIDED THE
SHIP INTO NUMBERLESS AIRTIGHT SECTIONS, AND BETWEEN THE MANY CONCENTRIC SKINS 
OF PURPLE METAL
THAT RENDERED THE VESSEL SPACE-WORTHY AND SOUND, EVEN THOUGH SLABS 
HUNDREDS OF FEET THICK WERE
TO BE SHORN OFF IN ANY DIRECTION—IN EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY COULD BE STORED 
THE METAL TO KEEP
THOSE VORACIOUS GENERATORS FULL-FED, NO MATTER HOW LONG OR HOW SEVERE THE 
DEMAND FOR POWER.
EVERY ROOM WAS CONNECTED THROUGH A SERIES OF TUBULAR TUNNELS, ALONG WHICH 
FORCE-PROPELLED CARS
OR ELEVATORS SLID SMOOTHLY—TUBES WHOSE WALLS FELL TOGETHER INTO AIR-TIGHT 
SEALS AT ANY POINT, IN
CASE OF A RUPTURE.
AS THEY MADE THEIR WAY BACK TO THE GREAT CONTROL-ROOM OF THE VESSEL, THEY 
SAW SOMETHING
THAT BECAUSE OF ITS SMALL SIZE THEY HAD NOT PREVIOUSLY SEEN. BELOW THAT ROOM, 
NOT TOO NEAR THE
OUTER SKIN, IN A SPECIALLY-BUILT SPHERICAL LAUNCHING SPACE, THERE WAS SKYLARK 
TWO, COMPLETELY
EQUIPPED AND READY FOR AN INTERSTELLAR JOURNEY ON HER OWN ACCOUNT!
"WHY, HELLO, LITTLE STRANGER!" MARGARET CALLED. "ROVOL, THAT WAS A KIND 
THOUGHT ON YOUR
PART. HOME WOULDN'T QUITE BE HOME WITHOUT OUR OLD SKYLARK, WOULD IT, 
MARTIN?"
"A PRACTICAL THOUGHT, AS WELL AS A KIND ONE," CRANE RESPONDED. "WE 
UNDOUBTEDLY WILL
HAVE OCCASION TO VISIT PLACES ALTOGETHER TOO SMALL FOR THE REALLY ENORMOUS 
BULK OF THIS VESSEL."
"YES, AND WHOEVER HEARD OF A SEA-GOING SHIP WITHOUT A SMALL BOAT?" PUT IN 
IRREPRESSIBLE
DOROTHY. "SHE'S JUST TOO PERFECTLY DARN KIPPY FOR WORDS, SITTING UP THERE, 
ISN'T SHE?"



CHAPTER 15
THE EXTRA-GALACTIC DUEL

LOADED UNTIL HER OUTER SKIN ALMOST BULGED WITH TIGHTLY PACKED BARS OF 
URANIUM AND
EQUIPPED TO MEET ANY EMERGENCY 6F WHICH THE COMBINED EFFORTS OF THE 
MIGHTIEST INTELLECTS OF
NORLAMIN COULD FORESEE EVEN THE SLIGHTEST POSSIBILITY, SKYLARK THREE LAY 
QUIESCENT. QUIESCENT, BUT
SURCHARGED WITH POWER, SHE SEEMED TO SEATON'S TENSE MIND TO SHARE HIS OWN 
EAGERNESS TO BE OFF;
SEEMED TO BE MOTIONLESSLY STRAINING AT HER NEUTRAL CONTROLS IN A FUTILE 
ENDEAVOR TO LEAVE THAT
UNNATURAL AND UNPLEASANT ENVIRONMENT OF ATMOSPHERE AND OF MATERIAL 
SUBSTANCE, TO SOAR OUTWARD
INTO ABSOLUTE ZERO OF TEMPERATURE AND PRESSURE, INTO THE PURE AND UNDEFILED 
ETHER WHICH WAS HER
NATURAL AND FAMILIAR MEDIUM.
THE FIVE HUMAN BEINGS WERE GROUPED NEAR AN OPEN DOOR OF THEIR CRUISER; 
BEFORE THEM
WERE THE ANCIENT SCIENTISTS WHO FOR SO MANY DAYS HAD BEEN LABORING WITH THEM 
IN THEIR ATTEMPT TO
CRUSH THE MONSTROUS RACE WHICH WAS THREATENING THE UNIVERSE. WITH THE 
ELDERS WERE THE
TERRESTRIALS' MANY FRIENDS FROM THE COUNTRY OF YOUTH, AND SURROUNDING THE 
IMMENSE VESSEL IN A
THRONG COVERING AN AREA TO BE MEASURED ONLY IN SQUARE MILES WERE MASSED 
MYRIADS OF
NORLAMINIANS. FROM THEIR TASKS EVERYWHERE HAD COME THE MENTAL LABORERS; 
THE COUNTRY OF YOUTH
HAD BEEN LEFT DEPOPULATED; EVEN THOSE WHO, THEIR LIFEWORK DONE, HAD BETAKEN 
THEMSELVES TO THE
PLACID NIRVANA OF THE COUNTRY OF AGE, RETURNED BRIEFLY TO THE COUNTRY OF 
STUDY TO SPEED UPON ITS
WAY THAT STUPENDOUS SHIP OF PEACE.
THE MAJESTIC FEDAN, CHIEF OF THE FIVE, WAS CONCLUDING HIS ADDRESS:
"AND MAY THE UNKNOWABLE FORCE DIRECT YOUR MINOR FORCES TO A SUCCESSFUL 
CONCLUSION OF
YOUR TASK. IF, UPON THE OTHER HAND, IT SHOULD BY SOME UNFORESEEN CHANCE BE 
GRAVEN UPON THE
SPHERE THAT YOU ARE TO PASS IN THIS SUPREME VENTURE, YOU MAY PASS IN ALL 
TRANQUILITY, FOR THE
MASSED INTELLECT OF OUR ENTIRE RACE IS HERE SUPPORTING ME IN MY SOLEMN 
AFFIRMATION THAT THE
FENACHRONE SHALL NOT BE ALLOWED TO PREVAIL. IN THE NAME OF ALL NORLAMIN I BID 
YOU FAREWELL."
CRANE SPOKE BRIEFLY IN REPLY AND THE LITTLE GROUP OF EARTHLY WANDERERS 
STEPPED INTO THE
ELEVATOR. AS THEY SPED UPWARD TOWARD THE CONTROL ROOM DOOR AFTER DOOR SHOT 
INTO PLACE BEHIND
THEM, ESTABLISHING A MANIFOLD SEAL. SEATON'S HAND PLAYED OVER THE CONTROLS 
AND THE GREAT CRUISER
OF THE VOID TILTED SLOWLY UPWARD UNTIL ITS NARROW PROW POINTED ALMOST 
DIRECTLY INTO THE ZENITH.
THEN, VERY SLOWLY AT FIRST, THE UNIMAGINABLE MASS OF THE VESSEL FLOATED 
LIGHTLY UPWARD WITH A
SLOWLY INCREASING VELOCITY. FASTER AND FASTER SHE FLEW—OUT BEYOND 
MEASURABLE ATMOSPHERE, OUT
BEYOND THE OUTERMOST LIMITS OF THE GREEN SYSTEM. FINALLY, IN INTERSTELLAR 
SPACE, SEATON THREW OUT
SUPER-POWERED DETECTOR AND REPELLOR SCREENS, ANCHORED HIMSELF AT THE 
DRIVING CONSOLE WITH A
FORCE, SET THE POWER CONTROL AT "MOLECULAR", SO THAT THE PROPULSIVE FORCE 
AFFECTED ALIKE EVERY
MOLECULE OF THE VESSEL AND ITS CONTENTS, AND, ALL SENSE OF WEIGHT AND 
ACCELERATION LOST, HE THREW IN
THE PLUNGER SWITCH WHICH RELEASED EVERY IOTA OF THE THEORETICALLY POSSIBLE 
POWER OF THE DRIVING
MASS OF URANIUM.
STARING INTENTLY INTO THE VISIPLATE HE CORRECTED THEIR COURSE FROM TIME TO 
TIME BY MINUTE
FRACTIONS OF A SECOND OF ARC; THEN, SATISFIED AT LAST, HE SET THE AUTOMATIC 
FORCES WHICH WOULD GUIDE
THEM, TEMPORARILY OUT OF THEIR COURSE, AROUND ANY OBSTACLES, SUCH AS THE 
UNCOUNTED THOUSANDS OF
SOLAR SYSTEMS LYING IN OR NEAR THEIR PATH. HE THEN REMOVED THE RESTRAINING 
FORCES FROM HIS BODY
AND LEGS, AND WATTED HIMSELF OVER TO CRANE AND THE TWO WOMEN.
"WELL, PEOPLE," HE STATED, MATTER-OF-FACT, "WE'RE ON OUR WAY. WE'LL BE THIS 
WAY FOR SOME
TIME, SO WE MIGHT AS WELL GET USED TO IT. ANY LITTLE THING YOU WANT TO TALK 
OVER?"
"HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE US TO CATCH 'EM?" ASKED DOROTHY. "TRAVELING THIS WAY 
ISN'T HALF AS
MUCH FUN AS IT IS WHEN YOU LET US HAVE SOME WEIGHT TO HOLD US DOWN."
"HARD TO TELL EXACTLY, DOTTIE. IF WE HAD PRECISELY FOUR TIMES THEIR 
ACCELERATION AND HAD
STARTED FROM THE SAME PLACE, WE WOULD OF COURSE OVERTAKE THEM IN JUST THE 
NUMBER OF DAYS THEY
HAD THE START OF US. HOWEVER, THERE ARE SEVERAL COMPLICATING FACTORS IN THE 
ACTUAL SITUATION. WE
STARTED OUT NOT ONLY TWENTY NINE DAYS BEHIND THEM, BUT ALSO A MATTER OF SOME 
FIVE HUNDRED
THOUSAND LIGHT-YEARS OF DISTANCE. IT WILL TAKE US QUITE A WHILE TO GET TO THEIR 
STARTING-POINT. I CAN'T
TELL EVEN THAT VERY CLOSE, AS WE WILL PROBABLY HAVE TO REDUCE THIS 
ACCELERATION BEFORE WE GET OUT
OF THE GALAXY, IN ORDER TO GIVE OUR DETECTORS AND REPELLORS TIME TO ACT ON 
STARS AND OTHER LOOSE
IMPEDIMENTS. POWERFUL AS THOSE SCREENS ARE AND FAST AS THEY REACT, THERE IS A 
LIMIT TO THE VELOCITY
WE CAN USE HERE IN THIS CROWDED GALAXY. OUTSIDE IT, IN FREE SPACE, OF COURSE WE 
CAN OPEN HER UP
AGAIN. THEN, TOO, OUR ACCELERATION IS NOT EXACTLY FOUR TIMES THEIRS, ONLY THREE 
POINT NINE ONE EIGHT
SIX. ON THE OTHER HAND, WE DON'T HAVE TO CATCH THEM TO GO TO WORK ON THEM. WE 
CAN OPERATE VERY
NICELY AT FIVE THOUSAND LIGHT-CENTURIES. SO THERE YOU ARE—IT'LL PROBABLY BE 
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN
THIRTY NINE AND FORTY ONE DAYS, BUT IT MAY BE A DAY OR SO MORE OR LESS."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THEY ARE USING COPPER?" ASKED MARGARET. "MAYBE THEIR 
SCIENTISTS
STORED UP SOME URANIUM AND KNOW HOW TO USE IT."
"UH-UH. PRACTICALLY CERTAIN. FIRST, MART AND I SAW ONLY COPPER BARS IN THEIR 
SHIP. SECOND,
COPPER IS THE MOST EFFICIENT METAL FOUND IN QUANTITY UPON THEIR PLANET. THIRD, 
EVEN IF THEY HAD
URANIUM OR ANY METAL OF ITS CLASS, THEY COULDN'T USE IT WITHOUT A COMPLETE 
KNOWLEDGE OF, AND
ABILITY TO HANDLE, THE FOURTH AND FIFTH ORDERS."
"IT IS YOUR OPINION, THEN, THAT DESTROYING THIS LAST FENACHRONE VESSEL IS TO 
PROVE AS SIMPLE
A MATTER AS DID THE DESTRUCTION OF THE OTHERS?" CRANE QUERIED, POINTEDLY.
"HM . . . M . . . M. NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT FROM THAT ANGLE AT ALL, MART . . . YOU'RE 
STILL THE
GROUND-AND-LOFTY THINKER OF THE OUTFIT, AIN'T YOU? NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT, 
THOUGH, WE MAY FIND
THAT THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS AIN'T ENTIRELY TOOTHLESS, AT THAT. BUT SAY, MART, 
HOW COME I'M AS
WILD AND COCK-EYED AS I EVER WAS? ROVOL'S A SLOW AND THOUGHTFUL OLD CODGER, 
AND WITH HIS
ACCUMULATION OF KNOWLEDGE IT LOOKS LIKE I'D BE THE SAME WAY."
"FAR FROM IT. YOUR NATURE AND MINE REMAIN UNCHANGED. TEMPERAMENT IS A BASIC 
TRAIT OF
HEREDITY, AND IS NEITHER AFFECTED NOR ACQUIRED BY INCREASE OF KNOWLEDGE. YOU 
ACQUIRED
KNOWLEDGE FROM ROVOL, DRASNIK, AND OTHERS, AS DID I—BUT YOU ARE STILL THE 
FLASHING GENIUS AND I
AM STILL YOUR BALANCE WHEEL. AS FOR FENACHRONE TOOTHLESSNESS: NOW THAT YOU 
HAVE CONSIDERED IT,
WHAT IS YOUR OPINION?"
"HARD TO SAY. THEY DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO WORK IN THE FIFTH ORDER, OR THEY 
WOULDN'T HAVE RUN.
THEY'VE GOT REAL BRAINS, THOUGH, AND THEY'LL HAVE SOMETHING LIKE SEVENTY DAYS 
TO WORK ON THE
PROBLEM. WHILE IT DOESN'T STAND TO REASON THAT THEY COULD FIND OUT MUCH IN 
SEVENTY DAYS, STILL THEY
MAY HAVE HAD A SET-UP OF INSTRUMENTS ON THEIR DETECTORS THAT WOULD HAVE 
ENABLED THEM TO ANALYZE
OUR FIELDS AND THUS COMPUTE THE STRUCTURE OF THE SECONDARY PROJECTOR WE 
USED THERE. IF SO, IT
WOULDN'T TAKE THEM LONG TO FIND OUT ENOUGH TO GIVE US PLENTY OF GRIEF—BUT I 
DON'T REALLY BELIEVE
THAT THEY KNEW ENOUGH. I DON'T QUITE KNOW WHAT TO THINK. THEY MAY BE EASY AND 
THEY MAY NOT;
BUT, EASY OR HARD TO GET, WE'RE LOADED FOR BEAR AND I'M SURE THAT WE CAN TAKE 
"EM."
"SO AM I, REALLY, BUT WE MUST CONSIDER EVERY CONTINGENCY. WE KNOW THAT THEY 
HAD AT LEAST
A DETECTOR OF FIFTH-ORDER EMANATIONS . . ."
"AND IF THEY DID HAVE AN ANALYTICAL DETECTOR," SEATON INTERRUPTED, "THEY'LL 
PROBABLY TAKE A
SOCK AT US AS SOON AS WE STICK OUR NOSE OUT OF THE GALAXY!"
"THEY MAY—AND EVEN THOUGH I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT THERE IS ANY PROBABILITY OF 
THEM
ACTUALLY DOING IT, IT WILL BE WELL TO BE ARMED AGAINST THE POSSIBILITY."
"RIGHT, OLD TOP—WE'LL DO THAT LITTLE THING!"
UNEVENTFUL DAYS PASSED, AND TRUE TO SEATON'S CALCULATIONS, THE AWFUL 
ACCELERATION WITH
WHICH THEY HAD STARTED OUT COULD NOT BE MAINTAINED. A FEW DAYS BEFORE THE 
EDGE OF THE GALAXY
WAS REACHED IT BECAME NECESSARY TO CUT OFF THE MOLECULAR DRIVE, AND TO 
PROCEED WITH AN
ACCELERATION EQUAL ONLY TO THAT OF GRAVITATION AT THE SURFACE OF THE EARTH. 
TIRED OF WEIGHTLESSNESS
AND ITS ATTENDANT DISCOMFORTS TO EVERYDAY LIFE, THE TRAVELERS ENJOYED THE 
INTERLUDE IMMENSELY, BUT
IT WAS ALL TOO SHORT—TOO SOON THE STARS THINNED OUT AHEAD OF THREE'S NEEDLE 
PROW. AS SOON AS THE
WAY AHEAD OF THEM WAS CLEAR SEATON AGAIN PUT ON THE MAXIMUM POWER OF HIS 
TERRIFIC BARS AND,
HELD SECURELY AT THE CONSOLE, SET UP A LONG AND INVOLVED INTEGRAL. READY TO 
TRANSFER THE BLENDED
AND ASSEMBLED FORCES TO A PLUNGER HE STAYED HIS HAND, THOUGHT A MOMENT, AND 
TURNED TO CRANE.
"WANT SOME ADVICE, MART. I'D THOUGHT OF SETTING UP THREE OR FOUR COURSES OF 
FIVE-PLY
SCREEN ON THE BOARD—A DETECTOR SCREEN ON THE OUTSIDE OF EACH COURSE, NEXT IT 
A REPELLOR, THEN A
FULL-COVERAGE ETHER SCREEN, THEN A ZONE OF FORCE, AND A FULL-COVERAGE FIFTH-
ORDER SCREEN AS A LINER.
THEN, WITH THEM ALL SET UP ON THE BOARD, BUT NOT OUT, THROW OUT A WIDE 
DETECTOR. THAT DETECTOR
WOULD REACT UPON THE BOARD AT IMPACT WITH ANYTHING HOSTILE, AND 
AUTOMATICALLY THROW OUT THE
COURSES IT FOUND NECESSARY."
"THAT SOUNDS LIKE AMPLE PROTECTION, BUT I AM NOT ENOUGH OF A RAY-SPECIALIST TO 
PASS AN
OPINION. UPON WHAT POINT ARE YOU DOUBTFUL?"
"ABOUT LEAVING THEM ON BOARD. THE ONLY TROUBLE IS THAT THE REACTION ISN'T 
ABSOLUTELY
INSTANTANEOUS. EVEN FIFTH-ORDER RAYS WOULD REQUIRE A MILLIONTH OF A SECOND 
OR SO TO SET THE COURSE.
NOW IF THEY WERE USING ETHER WAVES THAT'D BE LOTS OF TIME TO BLOCK THEM, BUT 
IF THEY SHOULD
HAPPEN TO HAVE FIFTH-ORDER STUFF IT'D GET HERE THE SAME TIME OUR OWN 
DETECTOR-IMPULSE WOULD, AND
IT'S JUST BARELY CONCEIVABLE THAT THEY MIGHT GIVE US A NASTY JOLT BEFORE THE 
DEFENSES WENT OUT.
NOPE, I'M DEVELOPING A CAUTIOUS STREAK MYSELF NOW, WHEN I TAKE TIME TO DO IT. 
WE'VE GOT LOTS OF
URANIUM, AND I'M GOING TO PUT ONE COURSE OUT."
"YOU CANNOT PUT EVERYTHING OUT, CAN YOU?"
"NOT QUITE, BUT PRETTY NEARLY. I'LL LEAVE A HOLE IN THE ETHER SCREEN TO PASS 
VISIBLE LIGHT—NO,
I WON'T EITHER. WE CAN SEE JUST AS WELL, EVEN ON THE DIRECT-VISION WALL PLATES, 
WITH LIGHT
HETERODYNED ON THE FIFTH, SO WE'LL CLOSE ALL ETHER BANDS, ABSOLUTELY. ALL 
WE'LL HAVE TO LEAVE OPEN
WILL BE THE ONE EXTREMELY NARROW BAND UPON WHICH OUR PROJECTOR IS OPERATING, 
AND I'LL PROTECT THAT
WITH A DETECTOR SCREEN. ALSO, I'M GOING TO SEND OUT ALL FOUR COURSES, INSTEAD 
OF ONLY ONE—THEN I'LL
KNOW WE'RE ALL RIGHT."
"SUPPOSE THEY FIND OUR ONE BAND, NARROW AS IT IS? OF COURSE, IF THAT WERE SHUT 
OFF
AUTOMATICALLY BY THE DETECTOR, WE'D BE SAFE; BUT WOULD WE NOT BE OUT OF 
CONTROL?"
"NOT NECESSARILY—I SEE YOU DIDN'T GET QUITE ALL THIS STUFF OVER THE EDUCATOR. 
THE OTHER
PROJECTOR WORKED THAT WAY, ON ONE FIXED BAND OUT OF THE MANY THOUSANDS 
POSSIBLE. BUT THIS ONE IS
AN ULTRA-PROJECTOR, AN IMPROVEMENT INVENTED AT THE LAST MINUTE. ITS CARRIER 
WAVE CAN BE SHIFTED AT
WILL FROM ONE BAND OF THE FIFTH ORDER TO ANY OTHER ONE; AND I'LL BET A HAT 
THAT'S ONE THING THE
FENACHRONE HAVEN'T GOT! ANY OTHER SUGGESTIONS? . . . ALL RIGHT, I'LL GET AT IT."
A SINGLE LIGHT, QUICK-ACTING DETECTOR WAS SENT OUT AHEAD OF FOUR COURSES OF 
FIVE-PLY
SCREEN, THEN SEATON'S FINGERS AGAIN PLAYED OVER THE KEYS, FABRICATING A 
DETECTOR SCREEN SO TENUOUS
THAT IT WOULD REACT TO NOTHING WEAKER THAN A COPPER POWER BAR IN FULL 
OPERATION AND WITH SO NEARLY
ABSOLUTE ZERO RESISTANCE THAT IT COULD BE DRIVEN AT THE FULL VELOCITY OF HIS 
ULTRA-PROJECTOR. THEN,
WHILE CRANE WATCHED THE INSTRUMENTS CLOSELY AND WHILE DOROTHY AND 
MARGARET WATCHED THE FACES
OF THEIR HUSBANDS WITH ONLY MILD INTEREST, SEATON DROVE HOME THE PLUNGER 
THAT SENT THAT
PRODIGIOUS AND EVER-WIDENING FAN AHEAD OF THEM WITH A VELOCITY UNTHINKABLE 
MILLIONS OF TIMES
THAT OF LIGHT. FOR FIVE MINUTES, UNTIL THAT FAR-FLUNG SCREEN HAD GONE AS FAR AS 
IT COULD BE THROWN BY
THE UTMOST POWER OF THE URANIUM BAR, THE TWO MEN STARED AT THE UNRESPONSIVE 
INSTRUMENTS, THEN
SEATON SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS.
"I HAD A HUNCH," HE REMARKED WITH A GRIN. "THEY DIDN'T WAIT FOR US A SECOND. 'I 
DON'T CARE
FOR SOME,' SAYS THEY, 'I'VE ALREADY HAD ANY.' THEY'RE RUNNING IN A STRAIGHT LINE, 
WITH FULL POWER ON,
AND DON'T INTEND TO STOP OR SLOW DOWN."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW?" ASKED DOROTHY. "BY THE DISTANCE? HOW FAR ARE THEY?"
"I KNOW, RED-TOP, BY WHAT I DIDN'T FIND OUT WITH THAT SCREEN I JUST PUT OUT. IT 
DIDN'T REACH
THEM, AND IT WENT SO FAR THAT THE DISTANCE IS ABSOLUTELY MEANINGLESS, EVEN 
EXPRESSED IN PARSECS.
WELL, A STERN CHASE IS PROVERBIALLY A LONG CHASE, AND I GUESS THIS ONE AIN'T 
GOING TO BE ANY
EXCEPTION."
EVERY EIGHT HOURS SEATON LAUNCHED HIS ALL-EMBRACING ULTRA-DETECTOR, BUT DAY 
AFTER DAY
PASSED AND THE INSTRUMENTS REMAINED MOTIONLESS AFTER EACH CAST OF THAT 
GIGANTIC NET. FOR DAYS THE
GALAXY BEHIND THEM HAD BEEN DWINDLING; FROM A SPACE-FILLING MASS OF STARS IT 
HAD SHRUNK DOWN TO
A FAIRLY BRIGHT ELLIPSE. AT THE PREVIOUS CAST OF THE DETECTOR IT HAD STILL BEEN 
DISTINCTLY VISIBLE. NOW,
AS DOROTHY AND SEATON, ALONE IN THE CONTROL ROOM, STARED INTO THAT VISIPLATE, 
THEY WERE SHOCKED
—THEIR OWN GALAXY WAS INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM NUMBERLESS OTHER TINY, DIM 
PATCHES OF LIGHT. IT
WAS AS SMALL, AS INSIGNIFICANT, AS REMOTE, AS ANY OTHER NEBULA!
"THIS IS AWFUL, DICK . . . HORRIBLE. IT JUST SIMPLY SCARES ME PEA-GREEN!" SHE 
SHUDDERED AS
SHE DREW HERSELF TO HIM, AND HE SWEPT BOTH ARMS AROUND HER.
" 'SAIL RIGHT, DOTTIE; STEADY DOWN. THAT STUFF OUT THERE'D SCARE ANYBODY—I'M 
SCARED PURPLE
MYSELF. IT ISN'T IN ANY FINITE MIND TO UNDERSTAND THIS SORT OF THING. THERE'S ONE 
REDEEMING FEATURE,
THOUGH—WE'RE TOGETHER."
"I COULDN'T STAND IT, OTHERWISE." DOROTHY RETURNED HIS CARESS WITH ALL HER 
OLD-TIME FERVOR
AND ENTHUSIASM. "I FEEL BETTER NOW. IF IT GETS YOU, TOO, I KNOW IT'S ALL RIGHT—I 
WAS BEGINNING TO
THINK MAYBE I WAS YELLOW OR SOMETHING . . . BUT MAYBE YOU'RE KIDDING ME?" SHE 
HELD HIM OFF AT
ARM'S LENGTH, LOOKING DEEP INTO HIS EYES: THEN, REASSURED, WENT BACK INTO HIS 
ARMS. "NO, YOU FEEL
IT, TOO," AND HER GLORIOUS AUBURN HEAD FOUND ITS NATURAL RESTING-PLACE IN THE 
CURVE OF HIS SHOULDER.
"YELLOW! . . . YOU?" SEATON PRESSED HIS WIFE CLOSER STILL AND LAUGHED ALOUD. 
"MAYBE—BUT
SO IS PICRIC ACID; SO IS TNT, AND SO IS PURE GOLD."
"FLATTERER!" HER LOW, ENTRANCING CHUCKLE BUBBLED OVER. "BUT YOU KNOW I JUST 
REVEL IN IT.
I'LL KISS YOU FOR THAT!"
"IT IS AWFULLY LONESOME OUT HERE, WITHOUT EVEN A STAR TO LOOK AT," SHE WENT 
ON, AFTER A TIME,
THEN LAUGHED AGAIN. "IF THE CRANES AND SHIRO WEREN'T ALONG, WE'D BE REALLY 
'ALONE AT LAST,' WOULDN'T
WE?"
"I'LL SAY WE WOULD! BUT THAT REMINDS ME OF SOMETHING. ACCORDING TO MY 
FIGURES WE MIGHT
HAVE BEEN ABLE TO DETECT THE FENACHRONE ON THE LAST TEST, BUT WE DIDN'T. THINK 
I'LL TRY 'EM AGAIN
BEFORE WE TURN IN."
ONCE MORE HE FLUNG OUT THAT TENUOUS NET OF FORCE, AND AS IT REACHED THE 
EXTREME LIMIT OF
ITS TRAVEL THE NEEDLE OF THE MICRO-AMMETER FLICKERED SLIGHTLY, BARELY MOVING 
OFF ITS ZERO MARK.
"WHEE! WHOOPEE!" HE YELLED. "MART, WE'RE ON 'EM!"
"CLOSE?" DEMANDED CRANE, HURRYING INTO THE CONTROL ROOM UPON HIS BEAM.
"ANYTHING BUT. BARELY TOUCHED 'EM—CURRENT SOMETHING LESS THAN A 
THOUSANDTH OF A
MICRO-AMPERE ON A MILLION TO ONE STEP-UP. HOWEVER, IT PROVES OUR IDEAS ARE 
RIGHT."
THE NEXT DAY—SKYLARK IN WAS RUNNING ON EASTERN STANDARD TIME, OF THE 
TELLURIAN UNITED
STATES OF NORTH AMERICA— THE TWO MATHEMATICIANS COVERED SHEET AFTER 
SHEET OF PAPER WITH
COMPUTATIONS AND CURVES. AFTER CHECKING AND RECHECKING THE FIGURES SEATON 
SHUT OFF THE POWER,
RELEASED THE MOLECULAR DRIVE, AND APPLIED ACCELERATION OF TWENTY NINE POINT 
SIX OH TWO FEET PER
SECOND; AND FIVE HUMAN BEINGS BREATHED AS ONE A PROFOUND SIGH OF RELIEF AS AN 
ALMOST-NORMAL
FORCE OF GRAVITATION WAS RESTORED TO THEM.
"WHY THE LET-UP?" ASKED DOROTHY. "THEY'RE AN AWFUL LONG WAYS OFF YET, AREN'T 
THEY? WHY
NOT HURRY UP AND CATCH THEM?"
"BECAUSE WE'RE GOING INFINITELY FASTER THAN THEY ARE NOW. IF WE KEPT UP FULL 
ACCELERATION
WE'D PASS THEM SO FAST THAT WE COULDN'T FIGHT THEM AT ALL. THIS WAY, WE'LL STILL 
BE GOING A LOT FASTER
THAN THEY ARE WHEN WE GET CLOSE TO THEM, BUT NOT ENOUGH FASTER TO KEEP US 
FROM MANEUVERING
WITH THEM IF WE HAVE TO. GUESS I'LL TAKE ANOTHER READING ON "EM."
"I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT YOU SHOULD," CRANE SUGGESTED, THOUGHTFULLY. "AFTER 
ALL, THEY MAY
HAVE PERFECTED THEIR INSTRUMENTS, AND YET MAY NOT HAVE DETECTED THAT 
EXTREMELY LIGHT TOUCH OF OUR
CONTACT LAST NIGHT. IF SO, WHY PUT THEM ON GUARD?"
"THEY'RE PROBABLY ON GUARD ANYWAY, WITHOUT HAVING TO BE PUT THERE—BUT IT'S A 
SOUND
IDEA, NEVERTHELESS. ALONG THE SAME LINE I'LL RELEASE THE FIFTH-ORDER SCREENS, 
WITH THE FASTEST
POSSIBLE DETECTOR ON GUARD. WE'RE JUST ABOUT WITHIN REACH OF A LIGHT COPPER-
DRIVEN BEAM RIGHT
NOW, BUT THEY CAN'T SEND ANYTHING HEAVY THIS FAR, AND IF THEY THINK WE'RE 
OVERCONFIDENT, SO MUCH
THE BETTER.
"THERE," HE CONTINUED, AFTER A FEW MINUTES AT THE KEYBOARD. "ALL SET. IF THEY 
PUT A DETECTOR
ON US I'VE GOT A FORCE SET TO MAKE A NOISE LIKE A FIRE SIREN. IF PRESSED, I WILL 
VERY RELUCTANTLY ADMIT
THAT WE'RE CARRYING CAUTION TO A POINT TEN THOUSAND DEGREES BELOW THE 
ABSOLUTE ZERO OF SANITY. I'LL
BET MY SHIRT THAT WE WON'T HEAR A YIP OUT OF THEM BEFORE WE TOUCH THEM OFF. 
FURTHERMORE . . ."
THE REST OF HIS SENTENCE WAS LOST IN A CRESCENDO BELLOW OF SOUND. SEATON, 
STILL AT THE
CONTROLS, SHUT OFF THE NOISE, STUDIED HIS METERS CAREFULLY, AND TURNED TO 
CRANE WITH A GRIN.
"YOU WIN THE SHIRT, MART. I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU NEXT WEDNESDAY, WHEN MY OTHER 
ONE COMES
BACK FROM THE LAUNDRY. IT'S A FIFTH-ORDER DETECTOR, COMING IN BEAUTIFULLY ON 
BAND FORTY SEVEN
FIFTY."
"AREN'T YOU GOING TO PUT SOMETHING ON 'EM?" ASKED DOROTHY IN SURPRISE.
"NO—WHAT'S THE USE? I CAN READ THEIRS AS WELL AS I COULD ONE OF MY OWN. 
MAYBE THEY
KNOW THAT, TOO—IF THEY DON'T WE'LL LET 'EM THINK WE'RE COMING ALONG, AS 
INNOCENT AS MARY'S LITTLE
LAMB. THAT BEAM IS MUCH TOO THIN TO CARRY ANYTHING, AND IF THEY THICKEN IT UP 
I'VE GOT AN AXE SET
TO CHOP IT OFF." SEATON WHISTLED A MERRY, LILTING REFRAIN AS HIS FINGERS PLAYED 
OVER THE STOPS AND
KEYS.
"WHY, DICK, YOU SEEM ACTUALLY PLEASED ABOUT IT." MARGARET WAS PLAINLY ILL AT 
EASE.
"SURE I AM. I NEVER DID LIKE TO DROWN BABY KITTENS, AND IT GOES AGAINST THE GRAIN 
TO STAB A
GUY IN THE BACK, EVEN IF HE IS A FENACHRONE. IN A BATTLE, THOUGH, I COULD BLOW 
THEM OUT OF SPACE
WITHOUT A QUALM OR A QUIVER."
"BUT SUPPOSE THEY FIGHT BACK TOO HARD?"
"THEY CAN'T—THE WORST THAT CAN POSSIBLY HAPPEN IS THAT WE CAN'T LICK THEM. 
THEY CERTAINLY
CAN'T LICK US, BECAUSE WE CAN OUTRUN 'EM. IF WE CAN'T TAKE 'EM ALONE, WE'LL GO 
BACK TO NORLAMIN
AND BRING UP RE-ENFORCEMENTS."
"I AM NOT SO SURE," CRANE SPOKE SLOWLY. "THERE IS, I BELIEVE, A THEORETICAL 
POSSIBILITY THAT
SIXTH-ORDER FORCES EXIST WOULD AN EXTENSION OF THE METHODS OF DETECTION OF 
FIFTH-ORDER RAYS REVEAL
THEM?"
"SIXTH? SWEET SPIRITS OF NITER! NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT THEM. HOWEVER, 
I'VE HAD
ONE SURPRISE ALREADY, SO MAYBE YOUR SUGGESTION ISN'T AS CRAZY AS IT SOUNDS. 
WE'VE GOT THREE OR
FOUR DAYS YET BEFORE EITHER SIDE CAN SEND ANYTHING EXCEPT ON THE SIXTH, SO I'LL 
FIND OUT WHAT I CAN
DO."
HE FLEW AT THE TASK, AND FOR THE NEXT THREE DAYS COULD HARDLY BE TORN FROM IT 
FOR REST; BUT:
"O.K. MART," HE FINALLY ANNOUNCED. "THEY EXIST, ALL RIGHT, AND I CAN DETECT 
'EM. LOOK
HERE," AND HE POINTED TO A TINY RECEIVER, UPON WHICH A SMALL LAMP FLARED IN 
BRILLIANT SCARLET LIGHT.
"ARE THEY SENDING THEM?"
"NO, FORTUNATELY. THEY'RE COMING FROM OUR BAR. SEE, IT SHINES BLUE WHEN I 
SHIELD IT FROM
THE BAR, AND STAYS BLUE WHEN I ATTACH IT TO THEIR DETECTOR RAY."
"CAN YOU DIRECT THEM?"
"NOT A CHANCE IN THE WORLD. THAT MEANS A LIFETIME, PROBABLY MANY LIFETIMES, 
OF RESEARCH,
UNLESS SOMEBODY USES A FAIRLY COMPLETE PATTERN OF THEM CLOSE ENOUGH SO THAT 
I CAN ANALYZE IT. IT'S
A GOOD DEAL LIKE CALCULUS IN THAT RESPECT. IT TOOK THOUSANDS OF YEARS TO GET IT 
IN THE FIRST PLACE, BUT
IT'S EASY WHEN SOMEBODY THAT ALREADY KNOWS IT SHOWS YOU HOW IT GOES."
"THE FENACHRONE LEARNED TO HANDLE FIFTH-ORDER RAYS SO QUICKLY, THEN, BY AN 
ANALYSIS OF OUR
FIFTH-ORDER PROJECTOR THERE?"
"OUR SECONDARY PROJECTOR, YES. THEY MUST HAVE HAD SOME NEUTRONIUM IN STOCK, 
TOO—BUT
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FUNNY IF THEY HADN'T, AT THAT—THEY'VE HAD ATOMIC POWER 
FOR AGES."
SILENT AND GRIM, HE SEATED HIMSELF AT THE CONSOLE, AND FOR AN HOUR HE WROTE 
AN INTRICATE
PATTERN OF FORCES UPON THE INEXHAUSTIBLE SUPPLY OF KEYS AFFORDED BY THE 
ULTRA-PROJECTOR BEFORE HE
ONCE TOUCHED A PLUNGER.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I FOLLOWED YOU FOR A FEW HUNDRED STEPS, BUT COULD GO NO 
FARTHER."
"MERELY A LITTLE SAFETY-FIRST STUFF. IN CASE THEY SHOULD SEND ANY REAL PATTERN 
OF SIXTH-ORDER
STUFF THIS SET-UP WILL ANALYZE IT, RECORD THE COMPLETE ANALYSIS, THROW OUT A 
SCREEN AGAINST EVERY
FREQUENCY OF THE PATTERN; THROW ON THE MOLECULAR DRIVE, AND PULL US BACK 
TOWARD THE GALAXY AT FULL
ACCELERATION, WHILE SWITCHING THE FREQUENCY OF OUR CARRIER WAVE A THOUSAND 
TIMES A SECOND, TO
KEEP THEM FROM SHOOTING A HOT ONE THROUGH OUR OPEN BAND. IT'LL DO IT ALL IN 
ABOUT A MILLIONTH OF A
SECOND, TOO . . . HM-—M . . . THEY'VE SHUT OFF THEIR RAY—THEY KNOW WE'VE TAPPED 
IT. WELL, WAR'S
DECLARED NOW—WE'LL SEE WHAT WE CAN SEE."
TRANSFERRING THE ASSEMBLED BEAM TO A PLUNGER, HE SENT OUT A SECONDARY 
PROJECTOR TOWARD
THE FENACHRONE VESSEL, AS FAST AS IT COULD BE DRIVEN, CLOSE BEHIND A 
WIDESPREAD DETECTOR NET. HE
SOON FOUND THE ENEMY CRUISER, BUT SO IMMENSE WAS THE DISTANCE THAT IT WAS 
IMPOSSIBLE TO HOLD THE
PROJECTION ANYWHERE IN ITS NEIGHBORHOOD. THEY FLASHED BEYOND IT AND THROUGH 
IT AND UPON ALL
SIDES OF IT, BUT THE UTMOST DELICACY OF THE CONTROLS WOULD NOT PERMIT OF 
HOLDING EVEN UPON THE
IMMENSE BULK OF THE VESSEL, TO SAY NOTHING OF HOLDING UPON SUCH A RELATIVELY 
TINY OBJECT AS THE
POWER BAR. AS THEY FLASHED REPEATEDLY THROUGH THE WARSHIP THEY SAW 
PIECEMEAL AND SKETCHILY HER
FORMIDABLE ARMAMENT AND THE HUNDREDS OF MEN OF HER CREW, EACH MAN AT 
BATTLE STATION AT THE
CONTROLS OF SOME FRIGHTFUL ENGINE OF DESTRUCTION. SUDDENLY THEY WERE CUT 
OFF AS A SCREEN CLOSED
BEHIND THEM—THE EARTH-MEN FELT AN INSTANT OF UNREASONING TERROR AS IT 
SEEMED THAT ONE-HALF OF
THEIR PECULIAR DUAL PERSONALITIES VANISHED UTTERLY. SEATON LAUGHED.
"THAT WAS A FUNNY SENSATION, WASN'T IT? IT JUST MEANS THAT THEY'VE CLIMBED A 
TREE AND
PULLED THE TREE UP AFTER THEM."
"I DO NOT LIKE THE ODDS, DICK," CRANE'S FACE WAS GRAVE. "THEY HAVE MANY 
HUNDREDS OF
MEN, ALL TRAINED; AND WE ARE ONLY TWO. YES, ONLY ONE, FOR I COUNT FOR NOTHING 
AT THOSE CONTROLS."
"ALL THE BETTER, MART. THIS BOARD MORE THAN MAKES UP THE DIFFERENCE. THEY'VE 
GOT A LOT OF
STUFF, OF COURSE, BUT THEY HAVEN'T GOT ANYTHING LIKE THIS CONTROL SYSTEM. 
THEIR CAPTAIN'S GOT TO ISSUE
ORDERS, WHEREAS I'VE GOT EVERYTHING RIGHT UNDER MY HANDS. NOT SO UNEVEN AS 
THEY THINK!"
WITHIN BATTLE RANGE AT LAST, SEATON HURLED HIS UTMOST CONCENTRATION OF 
DIRECT FORCES, UNDER
THE IMPACT OF WHICH THREE COURSES OF FENACHRONE DEFENSIVE SCREEN FLARED 
THROUGH THE ULTRA-VIOLET
AND WENT BLACK. THERE THE MASSED DIRECT ATTACK WAS STOPPED—AT WHAT COST 
THE ENEMY ALONE
KNEW—AND THE FENACHRONE COUNTERED INSTANTLY AND IN A MANNER TOTALLY 
UNEXPECTED. THROUGH THE
NARROW SLIT IN THE FIFTH-ORDER SCREEN THROUGH WHICH SEATON WAS OPERATING, IN 
THE BARE ONE-
THOUSANDTH OF A SECOND THAT IT WAS OPEN, SO EXACTLY SYNCHRONIZED AND TIMED 
THAT THE SCREENS DID
NOT EVEN GLOW AS IT WENT THROUGH THE NARROW OPENING, A GIGANTIC BEAM OF 
HETERODYNED FORCE
STRUCK FULL UPON THE BOW OF THE SKYLARK, NEAR THE SHARPLY-POINTED PROW, AND 
THE STUBBORN METAL
INSTANTLY FLARED BLINDING WHITE AND EXPLODED OUTWARD IN PUFFS OF 
INCANDESCENT GAS UNDER THE
AWFUL POWER OF THAT TITANIC THRUST. THROUGH FOUR SUCCESSIVE SKINS OF INOSON, 
THE THEORETICAL
ULTIMATE OF POSSIBLE STRENGTH, TOUGHNESS, AND RESISTANCE, THAT FRIGHTFUL 
BEAM DROVE BEFORE THE
AUTOMATICALLY-REACTING DETECTOR CLOSED THE SLIT AND THE IMPREGNABLE 
DEFENSIVE SCREENS, DRIVEN BY
THEIR MIGHTY URANIUM BARS, FLARED INTO INCANDESCENT DEFENSE. DRIVEN AS THEY 
WERE, THEY HELD, AND
THE FENACHRONE, FINDING THAT PARTICULAR ATTACK USELESS, SHUT OFF THEIR 
POWER.
"WOW! THEY REALLY HAVE GOT SOMETHING!" SEATON EXCLAIMED IN UNFEIGNED 
ADMIRATION.
"WHAT A WALLOP THAT WAS! WE WILL NOW TAKE TIME OUT FOR REPAIRS. ALSO, I'M 
GOING TO CUT OUR SLIT
DOWN TO A WIDTH OF ONE KILOCYCLE, IF I CAN POSSIBLY FIGURE OUT A WAY OF WORKING 
ON THAT NARROW
BAND, AND I'M GOING TO STEP UP OUR SHIFTING SPEED TO A HUNDRED THOUSAND. IT'S A 
GOOD THING THEY
BUILT THIS SHIP IN A LOT OF LAYERS—IF THAT'D GOT THROUGH TO THE INTERIOR IT 
WOULD HAVE RAISED HELL.
YOU MIGHT WELD UP THOSE HOLES, MART, WHILE I SEE WHAT I CAN DO HERE."
THEN SEATON NOTICED THE WOMEN, WHITE AND TREMBLING, UPON A SEAT.
" 'SMARTER? CHEER UP, KIDS, YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET. THAT WAS JUST A COUPLE 
OF LITTLE
PRELIMINARY LOVE-TAPS, LIKE TWO BOXERS FEELING EACH OTHER OUT IN THE FIRST TEN 
SECONDS OF THE FIRST
ROUND."
"PRELIMINARY LOVE-TAPS!" REPEATED DOROTHY, LOOKING INTO SEATON'S EYES AND 
BEING
REASSURED BY THE SERENE CONFIDENCE SHE READ THERE. "BUT THEY HIT US, AND HURT 
US BADLY—WHY,
THERE'S A HOLE IN OUR SKYLARK AS BIG AS A HOUSE, AND IT GOES THROUGH FOUR OR 
FIVE LAYERS!"
"YEAH, BUT WE AIN'T HURT A BIT. THEY'RE EASILY FIXED, AND WE'VE LOST NOTHING BUT 
A FEW TONS
OF INOSON AND URANIUM. WE'VE GOT LOTS OF SPARE METAL. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID 
TO HIM, ANY MORE
THAN HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID TO US, BUT I'LL BET MY OTHER SHIRT THAT HE KNOWS HE'S 
BEEN NUDGED!"
REPAIRS COMPLETED AND THE CHANGES MADE IN THE METHOD OF PROJECTION, SEATON 
ACTUATED THE
RAPIDLY-SHIFTING SLIT AND PEERED THROUGH IT AT THE ENEMY VESSEL. FINDING THEIR 
SCREENS STILL UP HE
DIRECTED A COMPLETE-COVERAGE ATTACK UPON THEM WITH FOUR BARS; WHILE, WITH 
THE ENTIRE MASSED
POWER OF THE REMAINING GENERATORS CONCENTRATED INTO ONE FREQUENCY, HE 
SHIFTED THAT FREQUENCY UP
AND DOWN THE SPECTRUM—PROBING, PROBING, EVER PROBING WITH THAT GIGANTIC 
BEAM OF INTOLERABLE
ENERGY—FEELING FOR SOME CRACK, HOWEVER SLIGHT, INTO WHICH HE COULD INSERT 
THAT SEARING SHEET OF
CONCENTRATED DESTRUCTION. ALTHOUGH MUCH OF THE AVAILABLE POWER OF THE 
FENACHRONE WAS PERFORCE
DEVOTED TO REPELLING THE CONTINUOUS ATTACK OF THE SKYLARK, THEY MAINTAINED 
AN EQUALLY CONTINUOUS
OFFENSIVE AND IN SPITE OF THE NARROWNESS OF THE OPEN SLIT AND THE RAPIDITY WITH 
WHICH THAT SLIT WAS
CHANGING FROM FREQUENCY TO FREQUENCY, ENOUGH OF THE FRIGHTFUL FORCES CAME 
THROUGH TO KEEP THE
ULTRA-POWERED DEFENSIVE SCREENS RADIATING FAR INTO THE VIOLET—AND, THE 
UTMOST POWER OF THE
REFRIGERATING SYSTEM PROVING ABSOLUTELY USELESS AGAINST THE CONCENTRATED 
BEAMS BEING EMPLOYED,
MASS AFTER MASS OF INOSON WAS LITERALLY BLOWN FROM THE OUTER AND SECONDARY 
SKINS OF THE SKYLARK
BY THE COMPARATIVELY TINY JETS OF FORCE THAT LEAKED THROUGH THE MOMENTARILY 
OPEN SLIT.
SEATON, GRIMLY WATCHING HIS INSTRUMENTS, GLANCED AT CRANE, WHO, CALM BUT 
ALERT AT HIS
CONSOLE, WAS REPAIRING THE DAMAGE AS FAST AS IT WAS DONE.
"THEY'RE SENDING MORE STUFF, MART, AND IT'S GETTING HOTTER. THAT MEANS 
THEY'RE BUILDING
MORE PROJECTORS. WE CAN PLAY THAT GAME, TOO. THEY'RE USING UP THEIR FUEL 
RESERVES FAST; BUT WE'RE
BIGGER THAN THEY ARE, CARRY MORE METAL, AND IT'S MORE EFFICIENT METAL. ONLY 
ONE WAY OUT OF IT, I
GUESS—WHAT SAY WE PUT IN ENOUGH NEW GENERATORS TO SMOTHER THEM DOWN BY 
BRUTE FORCE, NO
MATTER HOW MUCH POWER IT TAKES?"
"WHY DON'T YOU USE SOME OF THOSE AWFUL COPPER SHELLS? OR AREN'T WE CLOSE 
ENOUGH YET?"
DOROTHY'S LOW VOICE CAME CLEARLY, SO UTTERLY SILENT WAS THAT FRIGHTFUL 
COMBAT.
"CLOSE! WE'RE STILL BETTER THAN TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND LIGHT-YEARS APART! 
THERE MAY HAVE
BEEN LONGER RANGE BATTLES THAN THIS SOMEWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE, BUT I DOUBT 
IT. AND AS FOR COPPER,
EVEN IF WE COULD GET IT TO 'EM IT'D BE JUST LIKE SO MANY CANDY KISSES COMPARED TO 
THE STUFF WE'RE
BOTH USING. DEAR GIRL, THERE ARE FIELDS OF FORCE EXTENDING FOR THOUSANDS OF 
MILES FROM EACH OF
THESE VESSELS BESIDE WHICH THE EXACT CENTER OF THE BIGGEST LIGHTNING FLASH 
YOU EVER SAW WOULD BE
A DEAD AREA!"
HE SET UP A SERIES OF INTEGRALS AND, MACHINE AFTER MACHINE, IN A SPACE LEFT 
VACANT BY THE
RAPIDLY-VANISHING STORE OF URANIUM, THERE APPEARED INSIDE THE FOURTH SKIN OF 
THE SKYLARK A ROW OF
GIGANTIC GENERATORS, EACH ONE ADDING ITS TERRIFIC OUTPUT TO THE ALREADY 
INCONCEIVABLE STREAM OF
ENERGY BEING DIRECTED AT THE FOE. AS THAT FRIGHTFUL FLOW INCREASED THE 
INTENSITY OF THE FENACHRONE
ATTACK DIMINISHED, AND FINALLY IT CEASED ALTOGETHER AS THE ENEMY'S WHOLE 
POWER BECAME NECESSARY
FOR THE MAINTENANCE OF HIS DEFENSES. STILL GREATER GREW THE STREAM OF FORCE 
FROM THE SKYLARK, AND,
NOW THAT THE ATTACK HAD CEASED, SEATON OPENED THE SLIT WIDER AND STOPPED ITS 
SHIFTING, IN ORDER
STILL FURTHER TO INCREASE THE EFFICIENCY OF HIS TERRIBLE WEAPON. FACE SET AND 
EYES HARD, DEEPER AND
DEEPER HE DROVE HIS NOW IRRESISTIBLE FORCES. HIS FLYING FINGERS WERE UPON THE 
KEYS OF HIS CONSOLE;
HIS KEEN AND MERCILESS EYES WERE IN A SECONDARY PROJECTOR NEAR THE NOW 
DOOMED SHIP OF THE
FENACHRONE, DIRECTING MASTERFULLY HIS TERRIBLE ATTACK. AS THE OUTPUT OF HIS 
GENERATORS STILL
INCREASED SEATON BEGAN TO COMPRESS A HOLLOW SPHERE OF SEARING, SEETHING 
ENERGY UPON THE
FURIOUSLY-STRAINING DEFENSIVE SCREENS OF THE FENACHRONE. COURSE AFTER 
COURSE OF THE HEAVIEST
POSSIBLE SCREEN WAS SENT OUT, DRIVEN BY MASSED BATTERIES OF COPPER NOW 
DISINTEGRATING AT THE RATE
OF TONS IN EVERY SECOND, ONLY TO FLARE THROUGH THE ULTRA-VIOLET AND TO GO 
DOWN BEFORE THAT
DREADFUL, THAT IRRESISTIBLE ONSLAUGHT. FINALLY, AS THE INEXORABLE SPHERE STILL 
CONTRACTED, THE UTMOST
EFFORTS OF THE DEFENDERS COULD NOT KEEP THEIR SCREENS AWAY FROM THEIR OWN 
VESSEL, AND
SIMULTANEOUSLY THE PROW AND THE STERN OF THE FENACHRONE BATTLESHIP WERE 
BARED TO THAT AWFUL FIELD
OF FORCE, IN WHICH NO POSSIBLE SUBSTANCE COULD ENDURE FOR EVEN THE MOST 
INFINITESIMAL INSTANT OF
TIME.
THERE WAS A SUDDEN CESSATION OF ALL RESISTANCE, AND THOSE TITANIC FORCES, ALL 
DIRECTED
INWARD, CONVERGED UPON A POINT WITH A POWER BEHIND WHICH THERE WAS THE 
INCONCEIVABLE ENERGY
OF FOUR HUNDRED THOUSAND TONS OF URANIUM, BEING DISINTEGRATED AT THE 
HIGHEST POSSIBLE RATE SHORT
OF INSTANT DISRUPTION. IN THAT SAME INSTANT OF COLLAPSE THE ENORMOUS MASS OF 
POWER-COPPER IN THE
FENACHRONE CRUISER AND THE VESSEL'S EVERY ATOM, ALIKE OF STRUCTURE AND OF 
CONTENTS, ALSO EXPLODED
INTO PURE ENERGY AT THE TOUCH OF THAT UNIMAGINABLE FIELD OF FORCE.
IN THAT AWFUL MOMENT BEFORE SEATON COULD SHUT OFF HIS POWER IT SEEMED TO 
HIM THAT SPACE
ITSELF MUST BE OBLITERATED BY THE VERY CONCENTRATION OF THE UNKNOWABLE AND 
INCALCULABLE FORCES
THERE UNLEASHED—MUST BE SWALLOWED UP AND LOST IN THE UTTERLY INDESCRIBABLE 
BRILLIANCE OF THE
FIELD OF RADIANCE DRIVEN TO A DISTANCE OF MILLIONS UPON INCANDESCENT MILLIONS 
OF MILES FROM THE
PLACE WHERE THE LAST REPRESENTATIVES OF THE MONSTROUS CIVILIZATION OF THE 
FENACHRONE HAD MADE
THEIR LAST STAND AGAINST THE FORCES OF UNIVERSAL PEACE.