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"At present, only one conclusion is possible," Nathan explained. "The purpose of the Time Lapse field
was the evolution of Trokan and bringing forth the Herreach."

"That's all very well, Nathan." Myles Kantor leaned back against one of the gigantic machines. "It just
doesn't make any sense to put an alien race, not very far advanced by our standards, on our doorstep.
The Herreach are an utterly peaceful people."

"That is correct. Do not forget the projections, however. Trokan is falling into chaos. The Herreach
will be destroyed in a very short time. It would be a moral defeat for the human race in the Solar System.
It is unknown as yet who in the Universe would profit by it."

The Syntronic emphasized the words "as yet."

Kantor felt the heat rising in his face. His otherwise pale and cool cheeks suddenly glowed. "It doesn't
matter how it all happened or what the ultimate purpose is - we will never accept anything like that. The
Herreach are entitled to protection in accordance with the Galactic Convention of the year 117 NGE."

Ose Bandolph laid a hand on his shoulder. "That's easier said than done, Myles. You shouldn't take
Nathan's analysis so hard. Who knows how long these beings will need our protection? Perhaps next
week it will be the other way around. Who will protect us from them when they've finally gotten the hang
of our technology and civilization?"
 Kantor shook his head vigorously. "They aren't capable of it. They never will be! Unless, that is, this
Temple has some kind of direct influence on them. What would happen if Kummerog really does
appear?"

For that question, no one in the Solar System had an answer.



*



Presto Go had lost most of her former decisiveness and urgency. Slowly, almost as if asleep, she
made her way across the now jumbled and broken paving stones of the Temple plaza. Some of them
crumbled beneath her shoes. She had to make wide detours around the deep crevices that had resulted
from the earthquake. Four purple-robed Exhorters accompanied her.

In the distance, at the edge of the plaza and in the shelter of an open space by some collapsed
buildings, stood dozens of Clerea. Their white robes were faded and dirty, and to some extent torn and
tattered.

The Supreme Herald of Kummerog tried to make up for the shabby impression by the especially
striking splendour of her own clothing. Her robe shone bright yellow and flattered her body. On the back
was emblazoned a blue oval, its colour a little reminiscent the sky over Terra though it had no
resemblance to that over Trokan.

"Be careful," Prett Boemer advised the Terran Chief Scientist. "It'll be best if I give you a little