Despite his black mood, Spence looked eagerly at the village. It was much as he had imagined it. "Why a seminary in such a small, backward place? Why not Darjeeling?"

"Who knows? Perhaps Rangpo was more receptive to Christianity. It is often the way of God to choose the least among us to do his will."

It did not make sense to Spence, but he was learning that little about God made sense in the normal, rational way. "It isn't much of a place."

Just then Gita, who had been gazing at the scenery, looked up and said with a shout, "What was that? Did you see it?"

"See what?" Spence looked in the direction Gita's wiggling finger pointed-behind them and skyward. He saw nothing.

"It was a flash of light. Very bright. Just there."

"Lightning, most likely," replied Spence, watching the gray clouds flowing down from the mountains. The sun had become a dim, hazy, dirty yellow ball without much warmth or light. "Looks like it's going to rain."

"It was like no lightning I ever saw," Gita maintained, though he offered no other explanation.

All three searched the sky from the back of the open truck, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. They settled back as the truck bumped along the steep, rutted road. They passed through Rangpo, barely slowing down, and reached the mountain road when the truck slowed and then stopped.

"Why are we stopping?" asked Gita, jumping up as the truck rolled to a halt.

Spence looked around. They were hemmed in on every side by tall trees and brush; he could neither see the mountain ahead nor the town behind. One of the guards came around the side of the truck and motioned them out with his rifle.

"Do as he says," said Adjani. "I don't think this was in the plan."

"What are they doing?" whined Gita. "Oh, something is very wrong! "

"Quiet!" snapped Spence. "Keep your wits about you! Adjani, ask him what's going on."

Adjani spoke to the guard who seemed to be in charge and received no answer. Two of the guards hung back, as if fearing what was about to happen.

The three prisoners were shoved to the side of the road and the leader cried, "Halt!" He raised his rifle. The other guards stood close by, but did nothing. Their faces were pale and their eyes were afraid.

"They mean to kill us!" said Spence. He glanced at Adjani. "Tell them we'll pay them to let us go. Talk to them!"

Adjani raised his hands and called to the soldiers. Spence could not understand what he said, but it seemed to have little effect on the men-they still stood indecisively hanging back, waiting for the deed to be over. The leader gave a curt reply.

"It's no use," said Adjani. "He says he has his orders."

"Then let's run for it!"

But it was too late. The leader of the guards spoke a stern order to his men, and they reluctantly raised their guns and aimed at the prisoners.

"God, have mercy!" cried Gita, covering his face with his hands.

"Run!" screamed Spence.

He heard a sound and realized that it was the click of a trigger. He saw the glint of sunlight on the steel barrel of the gun and looked into the black bore, from which issued a tiny projectile. He threw himself to the ground and rolled toward the shelter of the trees behind them. Then he heard the report of the rifle exploding into the silence, shaking the leaves on the trees and Spence glanced back, even as he rolled, and saw an amazing thing. The bullet cleared the barrel of the gun and drifted toward him leisurely. It moved with aching slowness, and appeared to lose power and sink back to earth. The missile tumbled end over end and dropped in a lazy arc to land before him in the road in a little puff of dust. It lay there gleaming and spent.

A look of wonder appeared on the faces of the guards. They glanced at one another nervously.

"Look!" yelled Adjani. He pointed ahead of them up the road.

There stood a tall, thin figure clothed in a radiant blue, skintight garment, his arms outstretched, holding a long glowing rod. Behind this figure stood a squat, roundish, bell-shaped object that shimmered as if through waves of heat.

The soldiers, too, saw the figure. They drew back. One of them fired his rifle and all watched his bullet sink feebly into the dirt at his feet. At this the soldier threw down his gun and backed away. The others turned and fled with him, leaving only the leader who mumbled something under his breath and then turned and ran after his men.

Spence was on his feet running toward the strange figure. Adjani and Gita came on more cautiously behind him.

When they reached their friend they found him embracing an extremely tall humanoid who gazed at them with great round amber eyes.

"Kyr!" shouted Spence, almost beside himself with relief. "You came! You saved our lives!"

Adjani's jaw dropped and Gita rubbed his eyes.

"Adjani, Gita…" said Spence turning to the astonished men, "Kyr, these are my friends."

The Martian regarded them with a long, unblinking gaze as if reading their thoughts. "Men of Earth," he said at last, "I am happy to meet you." With that he slowly extended his long, three-fingered hand.

… SHOULD MELT YOUR flesh where you sit! I should blast your shriveled body to atoms! How dare you defy me!" The ancient eyes flashed fire and the voice croaked with murderous rage.

Hocking, for once, appeared at a loss for words. "I… I did not defy you, Ortu. Th-there must be some mistake."

"There is a mistake and you made it when you gave heed to your own overreaching ambition. You will pay for this error, but first I want to know if you have any notion at all of what you have done. Do you have the slightest idea what you have ruined with your trifling, puny efforts? No answer?"

Hocking had never seen his master so angry. He thought it 4, best to keep his mouth shut and weather the blast if he could.

"No? Well then, I will tell you," Ortu spat. He raised himself up and sat on his cushions erect and commanding, though he had not moved from his place. His hairless head gleamed like a polished knob; the hanging folds of skin around his neck jerked with every venomous word. The gleaming circlet across his forehead glowed hotly, and the great yellow eyes, burning out of their enormous sockets, undimmed by age, pierced the object of their focus like laser beams. Hocking shrank even deeper into the yielding cushions of the pneumochair.

"Your meddling has jeopardized the work of a thousand years. Centuries of cultural and social conditioning have brought us to the precise moment of maximum vulnerability. The tanti is at last attuned to the exact mental frequency of the collective human mind. Mankind trembles on the threshold of our new world order, and does not even guess what is about to happen. Like dogs they await the coming of a master to lead them."

"How has anything changed, Ortu? It is still as it was. Nothing has been lost."

"Silence! A great deal has been lost! I thought you were smarter than others of your kind. Use that miserable brain o yours, then-think what you have done!"

Try as he might Hocking could not think what had gone wrong. He did not even know exactly how Ortu had found out about his plan to eliminate Spencer Reston.

"Does your tongue fail you? Well it might, since you do not fathom even the tiniest fraction of the whole.

"The tanti is ready, is it not? It has been tested relentlessly for many years." Ortu sank back into himself, and glared dully at Hocking. "Its power has been increased a billion-fold."

"Correct." Hocking's mouth was dry and he croaked.

"With the tanti we possess the ability to control the universal subconscious and thereby control the behavior of every human being on earth. With it we can literally rule the world."