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Willard Hamilton Bentham Ill was but one of many, in many different groups, who wanted to be in on the ground floor when exploitation of the moon became a reality. And this was very close, for American and Russian rockets had landed on the moon simultaaneiysky, and each commander had taken possession in the name of his councy.

It was a tense international situation, but for the moment, the world was trying to be rational--the question was refered to the International Court of Justice in the Peace Palace at The Hague. And as this was going on, Willard Hamilton Bentham III dreamed...

He was in an arena so huge that he barely could make out rippling frescoes on its tarther wall. He was one of thousands perched in ranks that ran out of sight to left and right.

"Fledges!" Avron, the Mistress, was so distant she seemed a dot on the central dais, but her thought coiled strong, like smoke through wet leaves. "Fledges, the Council has spoken. This is the end... and the beginning.

A war with an enemy. which had been driven out of space and back to his own planet--but this was only a temporary victory. The choice was between exterminating the enemy or retreating, since energy metals and other natural resources were nearly exhausted. They would not consider the first alternative. Said The Avron: "To win and impose a dictated peace, we would be forced to employ mass terror, the only language The Enemy understand. Do that and we become The Enemy brutal, callous, and incapable of further evolution. When equally matched opponents fight to the death... the few survivors always refurn to barbarism.

Contact must be maintained with The Enemy. The Avron called for spies. Volunteers would be placed in a deep sieep and their personalities impressed upon the germ plasm of enemies now captive, who would be freed. "They will lie dormant in the bodies of these hosts and, if need be, those of their descendants, generation after generation.

Many spies would be needed, for if the family line of a host came to an end, that would be the end of the Fledge sleeping within the host. And when an emergency arose, a post-hypnotic suggestion would arouse the sleeper.

William Hamilton Bentham Ill awoke, and remembered that he was Glath. Two personalities in his body were struggling for control--Bentham and Glath, the Fledge. Glath knew he must contact the others, if there were others. He finally got an answer from Tani--who turned out to be inhabiting the body of a thirteen-year old slum girl in Brooklyn. Mura and the others did not answer.

What awakened them? Bentham knew when he found that the expeditions to the moon had uncovered a pylon radiating into space. And with the third expedition under Colonel Kane, one man had been left behind to set up equipment.

Together, Glath and Tani tried to arouse Mura--and they received a reply. Mura was in the man left behind on the moon; Mura knew the meaning of the pylon--and Mura was insane, determined to destroy The Enemy. One cobalt bomb on Moscow would set off the final war on Earth, and this is what Mura intended.

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