"Very well," and Kel Aran grinned.
"You'll meet me?" gasped the Admiral. "Where? When?"
"On black Mystoon," rang the reckless voice of Kel Aran. "On the night that Malgarth dies!"
There was a pause, a dread in the voice that answered.
"Mystoon? But Mystoon is forbidden to all save the robots; its very location is unknown, even, to men. How can we meet there? And don't you know that Malgarth can never die?"
"I'll find a way," the Earthman promised him. "And I don't know."
Something clicked, and he turned lightly away from the screen. His lean face was bright with anticipation. Softly, he was humming the chorus of his song of Verel Erin, that ended, "—till I find her or I die."
"And now," he told us joyously, "we've found her!"
The red pursuing stars halted, indeed, and turned back, as Gugon Kul had promised. But Jeron, as he set our little ship on her new course toward the capital system of the Galactic Empire, shook a grave dark head.