“Your calculation is wrong,” Gunnar shouted. “You life is nearly all gone, Grim Hagen.”
“The dwarf still lives,” Grim Hagen answered with a curse. “But so does Maya, my slave. I had to beat her the other day. My boots were not polished very well—”
“Talk on, Grim Hagen,” Odin growled. “I am here. And I intend to kill you—Just as I promised.”
“Like most of your race, you talk too loud, Odin. Well, Ato, Gunnar, and Odin, I am going now. Please don’t get in my way or I will hatchet the flesh from your bones.”
Another click and the loudspeaker was silent.
They had landed on the giant, worn planet very early in the day. Now, as time went on, they watched Grim Hagen’s ship and tried to make plans.
Gunnar was in favor of hazarding an attack on the barrier and then going on to the city.
Ato and Odin voted in favor of waiting, although they admitted that they could think of no better plan. Ato was sure that The Nebula could plunge through any curtain, but he wanted to try that as a last resort.