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"We would like to know how the war between the people of Sator and the people of Nansal began. Has it been going on very long?" Torlos nodded. "I will tell you the story. It is a history that began many centuries ago; a history of persecution and rebellion. And yet, for all that, I think it an interesting history. "Hundreds of years ago, on Nansal ..."
The fleet of Sator tried to retaliate, but the Nansalians were prepared for them. Every building had been sealed and filters had been built into the air conditioning systems. Shortly, the men of Nansal were again in control of their planet, and the fleet stood guard over the planet. The Satorians, beaten technologically, were still not ready to give up.
Can you wonder that they drove you away? They were afraid of the men of Sator; when they saw your weapons, they were afraid for their civilization. "On the other hand, why should the men of Sator fear? They knew that our code of honor would not permit us to make a treacherous attack. "I regret that my people drove you away, but can you blame them?" Arcot had to admit that he could not.
"Now don his harness, Prince," she said, "and you may pass where you will in the realms of the therns, for Sator Throg was a Holy Thern of the Tenth Cycle, and mighty among his kind." As I stooped to the dead man to do her bidding I noted that not a hair grew upon his head, which was quite as bald as an egg. "They are all thus from birth," explained Thuvia noting my surprise.
"Now that we are in space, can we use the instrument you told me of?" Arcot established the ship in an orbit twenty thousand miles from the planet and led them back to the observatory, where Morey had already trained the telectroscope on the planet below. There wasn't much to see; the amplification showed only the rushing ground moving by so fast that the image blurred. He turned it to Sator.
"Nope!" Arcot said grimly. "I want a couple of those ships, and I'm going to get them!" At four gravities of acceleration, the Ancient Mariner drove after the fleeing ships of Sator, but the enemy ships soon dropped rapidly from sight. Twenty five thousand miles out in space, Arcot cut the acceleration. "We'll catch them now, I think," he said softly.
Radio communication with Sator was cut off in such a way as to lead the Satorian government to believe that Nansal was dying of the disease. The scientists of Sator knew that the virus was virulent; in fact, too virulent for its own good. It killed the host every time, and the virus could not live outside a living cell.
It was filled with banths. In my own country I had been accustomed to command. Something in my voice, I do not know what, cowed the beasts as they sprang to attack me. "Instead of tearing me to pieces, as Sator Throg had desired, they fawned at my feet. So greatly were Sator Throg and his friends amused by the sight that they kept me to train and handle the terrible creatures.
Driving his own fists like pistons, he imitated their blows with deadly results; every man he struck went down forever. The dead were piling around him, but through the open door he could see reinforcements arriving. Somehow, he had to save these Earthmen; if Sator got their secrets, Nansal would be lost!
And there was hardly a day that somebody was not busied in the Fields, whether it was Occator harrowing, or Sator and Sarritor about their sowing and raking, or Stercutius manuring the ground: and Hippona was always bustling about in one place or another looking after the horses, or else Bubona would be there attending to the cattle. There was never any restfulness in the Fields.
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