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denying that what his senses were reporting could be real. A split second later Lyn gasped, and an
instant after that Hunt could see why. He had assumed that Calazar had come from another
cornpartment leading forward from the antechamber, but there was no such compartment. There didn't
need to be. The other Ganymeans were outside.
For McClusky Air Force Base, Alaska, and the Arctic had all gone. Instead he was looking
out at a completely different world.
Chapter eight


The plane, starship, or whatever the vessel was no longer stood in the open at all. Hunt
found himself staring out at the interior of an enormous enclosed concourse formed by a mind-
defying interpenetration of angled planes and flowing surfaces of glowing amber and shades of
green. It seemed to be the hub of an intricate, three-dimensional dovetailing of thoroughfares,
galleries, and shafts extending away up, down, and at all angles through a conjunction of
variously oriented spaces that baffled the senses. He felt as if he had stepped into an Escher
drawing as he fought to extract some shred of sense from the contradictions of the same surfaces
serving as floors here, wails there, and transforming into roofs overhead elsewhere, while all
over the scene dozens of Ganymean figures went unconcernedly about their business, some in
inverted subsets of the whole, others perpendicular, with one merging somehow into the other until
it was impossible to tell which direction was what. His brain balked and gave up. He couldn't take
in any more of it.
A group of about a dozen Ganymeans was standing a short distance back from the doorway
with the one who had introduced himself as Calazar positioned a few feet ahead. They seemed to be
waiting. After a few seconds Calazar beckoned. In a complete daze and with his mind only barely
able to register what was happening, Hunt felt himself being pulled almost hypnotically through
the door and was aware only vaguely that he was stepping out at floor level.
Everything exploded around him. The whole scene burst into a spinning vortex of color that
whirled around him on every side to destroy even the sense of orientation of his immediate
surroundings that he had retained. The noise of a thousand banshees was crushing him. He was
trapped inside a shrieking avalanche of light.
The vortex became a spinning tunnel into which he was hurtling helplessly at increasing
speed. Shapes of light hurled themselves


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out of the formlessness ahead and exploded away into fragments only inches from his face.
Never in his life had he known true panic, but it was there, clawing and tearing, paralyzing any
ability to think. He was in a nightmare that he could neither control nor wake up from.
A black void opened up at the tunnel end and rushed at him. Suddenly it was calm. The
blackness was...space. Black, infinite, star-studded space. He was out in space, looking at stars.
No. He was inside somewhere, looking at stars on a large screen. His surroundings were
shadowy and indistinct-some kind of control room with vague suggestions of figures around him.
human figures. He could feel himself shaking and perspiration drenching his clothes, but
part of the panic had let go and was allowing his mind to function.
On the screen a bright object was enlarging steadily as it appeared to be approaching from
the background of stars. There was something familiar about it. He felt as if he were reliving
something he had experienced a long time ago. Part of a large metallic structure loomed in the
foreground to one side of the view, highlighted by an eerie reddish glow coming from offscreen. It