As he destroyed, he walked. With his fists he battered against a wall of metal and splintered it. He stepped through and walked toward the dynamos that were lazily rotating. Some of them already had come to a halt.
Tyr touched the engines with his hands and summoned the energies of his body. The metal cracked under the strain of that superhuman power. Casings split and bearings crumpled.
Tyr walked on.
The executioner threw the lever, and nothing happened. Katha laughed softly, and there was a light in her dark eyes that made Space Commander yearn.
She whispered, "He has won!"
Mason roared, "Throw the auxiliary engines over!"
But the auxiliary engines were dead, too. Now the ardth-men murmured and whispered among themselves, for the unnatural quiet of the Citadel was hammering their eardrums.
Footsteps sounded on the flagging.
Something tall and something bright was crossing the Street of Space and entering the Square. It was shaped like a man, but its gleaming yellowness was so brilliant that it hurt the eyes to see it.