Ato turned the dial. A strange, harsh voice was calling. “You there, on the Second ship. You on the second ship. Answer.”
“Yes!” Ato replied gruffly. “Who are you?”
“I am the head man of the city—the city within the dome.”
“How did you know our language?”
“We have known it for thirty years. For that long have we been in contact with Grim Hagen.”
Jack Odin was never quite able to cope with the passing of time on these planets, while the ships scurried through Trans-Space in what appeared to be a matter of a few days.
The voice continued. “We invited Grim Hagen to our world. We did not invite you. Go away.”
“I don’t think I like his tone,” Gunnar interrupted. “Some day I will catch the owner of that voice and make him eat his ears.”
“We are not going away,” Ato told the voice stubbornly.