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In the Council of Three, Arcot was officially invited to remain with them. The fleet of molecular motion ships was nearing completion the first one was to roll off the assembly line the next day but they wanted Arcot, Wade, Morey, and Fuller to remain on Nansal. "We have a large world here," the Scientist thought at them. "Thanks to you people, we can at last call it our own.

I'm from Nansal, sent here many years ago as a spy. I have served in their fleets for many years, and have gained their trust. "I am telling you the truth, as you will soon see. "These people are going to follow their usual line of action and take the most direct way toward their end. They are going to attack you, believing that you, despite your weapons, will go down before superior numbers.

When they were ready to attack, the Satorian delegation told Nansal frankly that they would not treaty with them. The day the delegation left, the Satorian fleet swept down upon Nansal! The Nansalians were again beaten back into their cities, safe behind their magnetic screens, but unable to attack. But the forces of Sator had not won easily they had, in fact, not won at all.

It was common knowledge on Sator that their commander would soon lead them across space to conquer Nansal and settle on a world of clear air and cloudless skies, where they could see the stars of space at night. They were waiting only until they could build up a larger fleet and learned all they could from the Nansalians.

One of these men, a brilliant, but warped genius, named Sator, had built the first spaceship, and he and his men had fled Nansal to set up their own government and free themselves from the persecution they believed they suffered at the hands of the believers of Norus. They fled to the second planet, where the ship crashed and the builder, Sator, was killed.

The idea of metal-boned men with tremendous strength and strange molecular-motion muscles would inspire no friendship, no feeling of kinship, in the people of Earth. But the man himself a pleasant, kindly, sincere, intelligent giant would be a far greater argument for the world of Nansal that the most vivid orator would ever be. Arcot asked the others, and the vote was unanimous let him come!

But wait till we get that new ship turned out!" With the telectroscope they could see what was happening. The terrific bombardment of rays was continuing, and the fleets were locked now in a struggle, the combined fleets of Earth and Venus and of Nansal, far across the void.

Arcot thought fleetingly that here was proof of Torlos' story of being from Nansal; the greater gravity of the third planet made him a great deal stronger than the Satorians! One of the guards was trying to reach for Arcot. Acting instinctively, the Earthman lashed out with a hard jab to the point of the Satorian's jaw.

All Nansalians who went to Sator died of a mysterious disease. A method was found whereby a man's body could be sterilized, bacteriologically speaking, so he could not spread the disease, and this was used on all Satorians entering Nansal. But you can't sterilize a whole planet. Nansalians could not go to Sator. But these three men had a different idea.

His rugged, bronzed face was smiling pleasantly, and his deep-set eyes seemed to flash; a living force flowed from them. "Torlos! By the Nine Planets! Torlos of Nansal! Say, I didn't expect you here, and I will not put my hand in that meatgrinder of yours," grinned Arcot happily, as Torlos stretched forth a friendly, but quite too powerful hand.