“Where was this tower?”
“Where Alexandria now stands. Man Alexander destroyed it and built his house upon its ruins.”
“And what was that place of the Pit?”
“The Shrine of Ulf—where the God-Egg struck Flora. It is buried in the pit, but the Silent Death has protected it from blasphemy—and besides Man Alexander never learned about it. We feared that he would destroy it as he did Lyssa’s tower.”
A wild hope stirred in Kennon. “We’re going home,” he announced.
“Good.”
“And we’re going to get a pair of radiation suits—and then we’re coming back. We’ll have a good look at that Pit, and if what’s in there is what I think it is”—his face was a mixture of grimness and eagerness—“we’ll blow this whole operation off this planet!”
Copper blanched. “It is death to meddle with the God-Egg,” she said.
“Superstition!” Kennon scoffed. “If that Egg is what I think, it was made by men, and you are their descendant.”
“Perhaps you’re right, but I can’t help thinking you are wrong,” she said soberly. “Look at the trouble that came with Roga’s meddling. Be careful that you do not bring us a worse fate.”