His face came closer to Kirk's, very tense, very keen, searching for any sign of evasion.
He asked his question.
"What is Ferdias planning to do about Earth?"
CHAPTER II
There was a long moment of complete silence, during which Kirk stared wide-eyed at Tauncer, and Tauncer probed him with a gaze like a scalpel.
On Kirk's part, it was a silence of sheer astonishment. No question could have taken him so unexpectedly. He'd been prepared to be grilled on squadron dispositions, forces in being, bases, all the things that the men of Orion Sector would like to know about Lyra. But this—
It didn't make sense. Earth was not part of the present-day star struggle. That old planet, so far back in the galaxy that Kirk had never been within parsecs of it—it was history, nothing more. It had had its day, its sons long ago had spread out to the stars and their blood ran in the veins of men on many worlds, in Kirk himself. But its great day had long been done, and the Sector governors who played the cosmic chess-game for suns paid it no heed at all.
"I'll repeat," said Tauncer softly. "What's Ferdias planning to do about Earth?"
"I haven't," said Kirk, "the faintest idea what you're talking about."