"Dorlup?"
"I never heard of him."
"Solidio writer, but never mind. And this talk won't get you anywhere. You're going back with me."
"I didn't think it would. But I want to show you a few things." Laniq stood up, crossed the floor to him even though he waved the atomic pistol in warning. "Oh, put that thing away. If the fact that you're armed and I'm not stands between free world and slave world, you might as well go ahead and shoot me if it will make you happy."
Laniq came so close Tedor could have reached out and touched her. The zipper on her blouse had been closed hastily half-way, revealing white throat and curving breasts.
"Give me the pistol," Laniq said.
Tedor looked at her, snorted in disbelief. But he put the weapon in his pocket and told her, "Go ahead and talk."
Laniq grasped his shoulder impulsively. "Barwan, you've got to listen! We can make a quick tour through time, just hitting the high spots. I can show you things; I can show you a man from our own time behind every important dictator in history. We've beaten them all along the line, so you don't have to worry about it. Except for the twentieth century. It's a crucial age, Barwan, and we're not winning. The whole course of future history might be changed if we don't.
"That's crazy. Future history already is."