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And in three days more, a magnetic bomb streaked dully across the laboratory to a magnetic shield they had set up, and buried itself in it, to explode in brilliant light and heat. From that day Gresth Gkae began to mend.
A day or two later, the bombs were coming one each second and a half, for more ships had joined in the work on Phobos. Gresth Gkae saw the work was going nicely. He knew that now it was only a question of time before those magnetic shields would fail and then the whole fort would be powerless. Maybe it might be a good idea, when the forts were powerless to investigate instead of blowing them up.
For that, I must go to the laboratories. Help me, Merth Skahl." Reluctantly the physician granted the request, but begged of Gresth Gkae a promise of at least six hours rest in every fifteen, and a good sleep of at least twenty-seven hours every "night."
Then then our atomic bombs can destroy those forts, and we can move on!" But suddenly the animation and strength left his voice. He turned a sad, downcast face to his friend. "But Merth Skahl, we can't do it," he complained. "Ah now I can see why you so want to continue this wearing and worrying work. You need time, Gresth Gkae, only time for success.
Beside the great buildings, a battered, scarred interstellar ship lay, her rear section a mass of great patches, rudely applied, and rudely made, mere cast metal plates. Gresth Gkae welcomed Commander McLaurin to the Government Hall.
Gradually the thing died out. Then a great field seemed to catch the ship, and hurl it away from its companions. Abruptly the pilot applied all his power to pull free. In vain. Gresth Gkae shook his head slowly, and raised the pilot's hands from the board. "Let them do as they will. I think they mean us no real harm, Thart Kralt. They can, we know, destroy us in an instant.
One hundred and thirty sailed on. One hundred and thirty ships reached Europa and they sailed on hurriedly, one hundred and twenty-nine of them. Gresth Gkae did not know it then, but the fleet had lost its first ship. The IP station on Europa had spoken back. They sailed in, a mighty armada, and the first dropped through Europa's thin, frozen atmosphere.
Time and again as the days passed, they watched Gresth Gkae, gaining strength very, very slowly, taken away despondent at the end of his forty hours of work.
Ten worlds, in one sweep, it was four habitable worlds. The nine satellites would be converted into forts at once, nine space-sweeping forts guarding the approaches to the planet. Gresth Gkae had made a fairly good search of the worlds, and knew that Earth was the main home of civilization in this system. Mars was second, and Venus third.
Kendall smiled. "They don't," replied McLaurin. "They're getting more and more and more worried but they've got to keep the IP fleet in such condition that it can at least catch an up-to-date freighter." Gresth Gkae looked back at Sthor rapidly dropping behind, and across at her sister world, Asthor, circling a bare 100,000 miles away.
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