Agreement was clearly in Cynthia's eyes. She moved closer to the viewport, her face pale.
"Fear, and a merciless hatred," Ned said. "Pursuing the Druids, driving them from Earth. And dim, fearful legends remaining of a dark magic older than the human race."
"Ned, they've stopped dancing!" Cynthia's voice rang out sharply in the silence. "They're coming toward the ship!"
"Ned, they've stopped dancing ... they're coming toward the ship!"
"I know," Ned said.
"But we don't know what they're planning to do!" Cynthia's voice rose. "We've got to get out!"
"Steady," Ned said, turning. "If we take off at peak acceleration I just can't picture them stopping us!"