editor. Although best known to present-day SF fans for
his novels and stories. Hitler was a popular illustrator
during the Golden Age of the thirties, edited several
anthologies, wrote lively reviews, and published a popu-
lar fanzine. Storm, for nearly ten years.
He won a posthumous Hugo at the 1955 World Sci-
ence-Fiction Convention for Lord of the Swastika, which
was completed just before his death in 1953. For many
years, he had been a popular figure at SF conventions,
widely known in science-fiction fandom as a wit and
nonstop raconteur. Ever since the book's publication,
the colorful costumes he created in Lord of the Swastika
have been favorite themes at convention masquerades.
Hitler died in 1953, but the stories and novels he left
behind remain as a legacy to all science-fiction enthusi-
asts.
1
With a great groaning of tired metal and a hiss of
escaping steam, the roadsteamer from Gormond came to
a halt in the grimy yard of the Pormi depot, a mere three
hours late; quite a respectable performance by Borgravian
standards. Assorted, roughly humanoid, creatures sham-
bled from the steamer displaying the usual Borgravian
variety of skin hues, body parts, and gaits. Bits of food
from the more or less continuous picnic that these mutants
had held throughout the twelve-hour trip clung to their
rude and, for the most part, threadbare clothing. A sour
stale odor clung to this gaggle of motley specimens as they
scuttled across the muddy courtyard toward the un-
adorned concrete shed that served as a terminal.
Finally, there emerged from the cabin of the steamer a
figure of startling and unexpected nobility: a tall, power-
fully built true human in the prime of manhood. His hair
was yellow, his skin was fair, his eyes were blue and
brilliant. His musculature, skeletal structure, and carriage
were letter-perfect, and his trim blue tunic was clean and
in good repair.
Feric Jaggar looked every inch the genotypically pure
human that he in fact was. It was all that made such
prolonged close confinement with the dregs of Borgravia
bearable; the quasi-men could not help but recognize his
genetic purity. The sight of Feric put mutants and mon-
