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Updated: June 22, 2025
Norden once had promised to help Taylor fight the spheres. "I will call the others!" The sphere floated upward toward the hole in the roof. It circled the factory and moved away, toward the town, where a score of other majestic, glowing globes floated like bubbles of fire. Norden watched, a smile cracking his jutting jaw. There was still a whispering sound.
He was too much of a coward." Norden beckoned his prisoners to him and disarmed them. He pointed to the door of the casting room. "Look!" In the center of the room was a metal pot used for small castings. It was filled with molten, glowing metal.
"Suggested," he continued, "that a part of the fleet go to Norden to buy food and bring it back. Of course Mekin wouldn't hear about it, wouldn't guess at the survival of the fleet because food was bought in such quantities! Suggested, that a part of the fleet go to some uncolonized planet and hunt meat. Try to imagine success in that venture!
At the six siels there was a mean period of two and a half hours in every twelve, during which the water was high enough. At Norden a rather longer time was available. But this should be amply sufficient if the machinery were in good working order and were punctually set in motion.
And Olaf did not press his folly upon him, but kept the Norden pointed seaward, adding still greater speed as the huge shadow of the headland loomed up in the direction of Hinchinbrook Island. With increasing day the rain subsided; it fell in a drizzle for a time and then stopped. Alan threw off his slicker and wiped the water from his eyes and hair.
From here to Norden it was a run in the train of ten minutes, which I spent in eating some rye bread and smoked eel, and in scraping the mud off my boots and trousers. Fatigue vanished when the train drew up at the station, and the momentous twenty-eight minutes began to run their course.
Justice is an unnatural condition. Progress means nothing, except on the road to glory. Your race, sharing our philosophy, can build another great energy reflector to send us back. We can aid our people in triumphing over these inferior beings who claim rights in a world of might." "We can built what you wish," Norden promised. It was a promise like other promises Norden had made, Taylor thought.
The faded moonlight showed angry eyes, a jutting, undershot jaw and a sharp, pointed nose. "Damn you!" spat the captive. Taylor removed a revolver from the prisoner's clothing and tossed it to Masters. "It's Norden, all right," Masters said, scrutinizing the captive. "I'd know that jaw in a million. What are you doing here, fellah?" "I'm blowing the factory to hell!" Norden said between his teeth.
Nubia, the cradle of Egyptian civilization, had only been visited, since the days of the Portuguese Alvares, by Poncet and Lenoir Duroule, both Frenchmen, at the close of the seventeenth century, at the opening of the eighteenth by Bruce, whose narrative had so often been doubted, and by Norden, who had not penetrated beyond Derr.
Dimly, he was conscious that this power was not directed at him, but at Norden who stood, still whistling, in front of the globe. The sphere was whistling, too, and the sound transformed itself into music of the stars. A discordant note rose in the song from Norden's imitation of the voice.
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