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Updated: June 20, 2025
No more wind and gloom, he stood directly behind the pilot's web-sling, facing a vista-plate and rows of controls, just as he had stood so many times in the derelict. He had made it! This was the control cabin of the spacer. And it was alive the faint thrumming in the air, the play of lights on the boards. Ross pulled the cowl of his Foanna cloak up over his head.
The response to his unspoken wonder came clear and determined. "We may be but three; however, our power remains. And sometimes power distilled by time becomes the stronger. Now it would seem that time is no longer our servant but perhaps among our enemies. So tell us this tale of yours as to why the Rovers would make one with the Foanna tell us all, younger brother!"
Another shadow drew near them, and Ross saw the flutter of cloak edge. "This is my friend." There was a tone of correction in Ashe's reply. "Ross, this is the Guardian of the sea gate." "And you come," the Foanna continued, "with those who gather to feast at the Shadow's table. But your Rovers will find little loot to their liking " "No." Ross hesitated. How did one address the Foanna?
When they took them Ross knew again that surge of energy he had felt when he had followed the Foanna into the maze dance. "Come! There is much to do." He could not be mistaken; her voice held the singing lilt of the Foanna. Somehow she had crossed some barrier to become a paler, perhaps a lesser, but still a copy of the three aliens.
So it was an odd company that took to the water just as dawn colored the sky. Loketh had clung fiercely to his pack, insisted that he be one of the swimmers, and the Foanna accepted him as well. Ross and Ashe, Loketh, and Baleku, a young under-officer of Ongal's, accorded the best swimmer of the fleet, Karara and the dolphins.
Tensely he waited. But when the reply came it did not pulse from the sonic under his fingers; instead, a well-remembered voice called out of the night. "A white wolf." And the words were Terran English. "Ashe!" Ross leaped forward, climbed toward the figure he could only dimly see. The Foanna "Ross!" Ashe's hands gripped his shoulders as if never intending to free him again.
But he had this much he knew that Gordon was alive and that he was in the aliens' hands. Faced by those facts Ross could plan his own moves. The Foanna chant began again, and the three prisoners moved; the two Hawaikans turned, set themselves on either side of Ashe, and gave him support. Their actions had a mechanical quality as if they were directed by a will beyond their own.
If the Foanna will lead us in their persons, then we shall follow gladly, knowing that their magic will be with us." "There is also this," Ross broke in. "The Baldies have the gill-packs they took from Baleku and Loketh, and they have Loketh. They will want to learn more about us. We hoped that the citadel would provide bait to draw them and it did.
But the answer had come that the Foanna were older than recorded time, that they had lived in the great citadel before the race of the Terrans' prisoner had risen from very primitive savagery. "What do we do now?" Karara broke in upon Ross's thoughts as she refastened the containers.
How it's done I don't know any more than I did the first time it happened. Simply a part of Foanna 'magic' as far as spectators are concerned." He sat down on a stool, his long legs stretched out before him. "Other worlds, other ways even if they are confounded queer ones. As far as I know, there's no reason for their power to work, but it does. Now, have you seen the time gate?
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