"When the Stroid revives, they'll probably want to put him on a throne with a radiant halo about his head." Boarder laughed. "If he represents the civilization whose artifacts we've found on the asteroids, I think he'll take care of his 'Disciples' in short order. Anyway, you'll have to do as they demand. It won't last long."
Boarder cut off and Underwood turned back to the bland Hennessey, who sat as if nothing would ever disturb him.
"You see," Hennessey said, "I knew what the outcome would be. I had faith in the Great One."
"Faith! You knew that the scientific committee would back you up because you represent eighty million neurotic crackpots. What will you do when your Great One wakes up and tells you all to go to hell?"
Hennessey smiled quietly. "He won't. I have faith."
[CHAPTER SIX]
Two days later, Underwood received a call from Phyfe, asking for an appointment. It was urgent; that was all Phyfe would tell him.
The archeologist had not heard of the demands of the Disciples. He was surprised to see the construction under way in the great central hall where the restoration equipment was installed.
He found Underwood with Illia in the laboratory examining films of the protoplasmic growth.