The brain went on, "I have given you a vessel to command. You will be surprised to know its name: the Star-Streak."
Meka gasped, "But you destroyed it, Great Master!"
"Only wrecked it, Martian girl. It is repaired now. You, Molo—and your sister to help you—who could command it to more advantage? All your own weapons, and ours of Wandl have been added. You may select your crew. Is it to your liking?"
"Yes, Great Master."
"You will be housed in this city, Wor, in the dwelling-globe you occupied before. Keep your prisoners with you, if you like."
"These two Earthmen...." began Molo, but he was interrupted.
"Settle that later. I do not want the annoyance."
I was dimly conscious of a great clanging, coming through the curtain of barrage which was over us.
The brain added, "Keep Wyk with you, to guard the prisoners; he will also attend your needs. In the battle, Martian, I expect great things of you and your Star-Streak."
"Great Master, you will not be disappointed."