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It will take time, for I am not the expert worker that you are, and I must make many pieces of apparatus, but I will do what I can," exclaimed Zezdon Afthen eagerly. So, while Arcot and his group continued their work of determining the constants of the space-energy field, the others were working on the mental control apparatus.
Three months it took you to reach us they should come soon. "Those men who left will be on their way back from the home world from which they came. What do you call your planet, friend?" "Ortol is our home," replied Zezdon Inthel.
Wade concentrated on the screen for a moment, trying to absorb the shock. Then, fearing Zezdon Afthen might misinterpret his silence, he plunged on. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't realize you were polygamous most people on Earth aren't, but some groups are. It's probably a good way to improve the race.
"Just the same, all of this has made me even more interested in the 'Ancient Masters' you keep mentioning. Who were they?" "The Ancient Ones," began Zezdon Afthen slowly, "were men such as you are. They descended from a primeval omnivorous mammal very closely related to your race. Evidently the tendency of evolution on any planet is approximately the same with given conditions.
They were ready to start work on the data they had collected in space. "What," asked Zezdon Afthen, as he watched the three terrestrians begin their work, "is the nature of the thing you are attempting to harness?" "In a word, energy," replied Arcot, pausing. "We are attempting to harness energy in its primeval form, in the form of a space-field. Remember, mass is a measure of energy.
It had not killed the mouse, so probably humans would find it quite all right. "We'll land at the first city that comes into view," suggested Arcot. "Afthen, you be the spokesman; you have a very considerable ability with the mental communication, and have a better understanding of the physics we need to explain than has Zezdon Fentes."
"Don't tell them we'll be right out," said Arcot sharply. "All of us." Morey and the others all stared at Arcot in amazement. It was utterly impossible! But Zezdon Afthen did as Arcot had asked. Almost immediately, another Morey stepped out of the airlock wearing what was obviously a pressure suit.
"That," observed Morley, "is one thing cosmium won't stop. In some ways I wish it would because the mental power that could be wielded by any great number of those highly advanced Thessians, if they know its possibilities, is not a thing to neglect." "I can answer that, terrestrian," thought Zezdon Afthen.
Remember, only the Thought could stand up against such weapons as even the Banderlog carries, run as they are by cosmic energy," replied Arcot, diving down toward the little tender. In a moment it was out through the lock, and sped away from them like a bullet, reaching the distant stranger fleet in less than ten seconds. "They are communicating by thought!" announced Zezdon Afthen presently.
Now, this move was partly the reason for this construction, for while the Venonian was busy, absorbed in watching the miraculous construction, his mind was not shielded, and it was open for observation of two such wonderfully trained minds as those of Zezdon Afthen and Zezdon Inthel.
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