The Weapon From Eternity

by Dwight V. Swain

A knot drew tight in Jarl Corvett's belly. "We came to Vesta to save Ktar Wassreck. Now they claim he has betrayed us."

"But what—?"

"Sais is at Ceresta." The knot drew tighter. "If it's true, if Wassreck has gone over, then we'll need her for a hostage."

Again the silence echoed.

Then, suddenly, the Chonya crewman cried, "To hell with that! You don't give a filan for Ceresta!" His voice went raw with angry passion. "We know what you want! It's Sais you're after—not as a hostage, but a woman!"

Face contorted, he clawed for his blaster.

Jarl whipped up his ray-gun—twisting, firing.

The Chonya crashed back, dead.

Hate seethed in Jarl Corvett, a boiling, red-hazed murder-fury. He shook in a spasm of unbridled passion.

"You chitzas!" he shouted. "I'll kill you all—even you, Ungo—"