And as suddenly she was gone. As suddenly, she was back again in the room of the distant world, and the silver sphere was hurtling back into the remote depths.
Ilon's mind reeled. He felt resistance crumbling. The solid barriers of the room were melting. He staggered. Solidity vanished. Figures—grim and demanding—leaped in. He was helpless before them. But old Nyo's mind flashed out, indignant and hot.
Ilon's mind reeled. He felt resistance crumbling.
"What is this!" his father was thundering. "Spies intruding upon a Galax-Mentor! What would you have?"
Ilon saw the suddenly startled faces of the many spies, saw their bewilderment, their wonder and fear. They retreated hurriedly, sheepishly. In a moment the room was whole again. Ilon felt stunned.
Memory of the girl's unseeing pain crushed him. His father's arm was about his shoulders now.