His hand felt the clean-shaven face.
He'd go there!
"No strife for thousands of years," he said aloud.
Space Marshal Mantley, at his side, turned in puzzlement and asked: "What was that?"
Maynard saw the other as a sheer maze of white; no features were visible to his befuddled mind.
"They haven't had war for thousands of years," he said.
"Who? What kind of dead, sterile place is that?"
"Ertene—and never call Ertene dead!" exploded Guy.
"What's Ertene?"
"Ertene—the nomad planet. The wanderers."