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Bors depended on it for the continued existence of Kandar and the fleet. As the desperately tedious ship-days went by he began to have ideas at which he consciously scoffed concerning Tralee. But if anything as absurd as those ideas came to be, there were a score of other planets which would have to be considered too.
It was not pleasant to think about. So the Horus departed, and traveled in high-speed overdrive for ship-days seemingly without end, toward Glamis. It knew nothing that happened outside its own cocoon of overdrive field. It knew nothing of any of the thousands of myriads of stars, whose planetary systems offered unlimited room for humanity to live in freedom and without fear.
"Can't we help repair anything?" "Are you a ship technician? I'm not. We would probably do more harm than good." It took two ship-days of very erratic flight to reach the planet. A haze of clouds obscured the atmosphere. They approached from the night side and no details were visible. Or lights. "If there were cities we should see their lights shouldn't we?" Mikah asked. "Not necessarily.
It could be the most decisive of catastrophes. But he made his report with precision. For seven successive ship-days there was no event whatever on the Horus, as she drove toward Mekin. Undoubtedly the one survivor of the enemy squadron was fleeing for Mekin, too, to report to the highest possible authority what it had seen and experienced. It would not be much, if at all, slower than the Horus.
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