"I agree, for this time, to listen to your advice, as I promised you!"
"Then let me suggest that you do some of the work which I had planned should be done by my father's father! It is time that the world's Induction Conduits be placed in operation, in order that our people be supplied with equable temperature from the Earth's Core, as our temperature changes due to our position with relation to the sun! Stand back and give me the controls!"
For a moment Dalis stared at the two Sarkas. Would they seize power the moment he moved away from the Beryl Control? In their places he knew he would have done it. In their places he knew he would never have submerged self in the good of the people. But, somewhat diffidently, he moved away. Sarka the Second returned to the Observatory, behind the Beryl, while Sarka stopped before the table where the lights were.
After a moment of thought-conversation with Sarka the Second in the Observatory, he dimmed the light which connected his laboratory with the headquarters of Klaser, in the Americas.
"Klaser," he barked, "for the period of one second cut the speed of every Beryl within your Gens to half its present speed!"
"I obey, O Sarka!" came the voice of Klaser.
"Have we changed direction?" Sarka mentally questioned his father.
"Slightly, but we are curving away, instead of toward the Moon! Try again!"
Sarka dimmed the light of Cleric, who instantly made answer.