"A Terran! Is he here?"
"Yes—he and his machine. Partially destroyed."
"Why?"
"Terror."
"Bring in the Terran. I'll see him. And if he cannot explain to perfection, I'll see him burn!"
The prisoner entered. No glass separated them, for the Terran was sterile. He was forced to his knees, but if terror wracked the man, it was not evident.
"Your name?" thundered Vorgan.
"Edward Lincoln."
"Your trade?"