Indan Ko nodded.
"Then I must go—and quickly!"
"Your trip will take months," objected Indan Ko. "Meanwhile, Linzete may set his machinery in operation."
"Contact him," said Billy. "And have him smooth it down a bit. My trip will not take months. I'll be there in days."
"Days!"
"Yes. We have a new mode of space travel. It will be yours as soon as you decide to join the Loard-vogh—"
"Terran, it sounds as though you were helping them."
"Naturally it does. Until we are ready to strike, we must aid them completely—and always remember that what we find and give them we will have ourselves. No single weapon won a war, Indan Ko. But if we can match them man for man, we will win because our wits are sharper. Now I must waste no time in getting to Sscantoo."
Billy's exodus from the Tlemban capitol building was more arduous than his entry. This time he was in a hurry, and moving swiftly through corridors too small for him, brushing doll-sized furniture with his mass, and crushing not a few of the smaller and more fragile pieces in his haste—to say nothing of squeezing two doors from their hinges in his passage—they all hampered him. Tlembo was going to pay well for this visit.