"I will have them bring all their weapons before me--we will send them into nothingness with our crimson sound. Our Braun weapons then will rule earth indeed! I shall build my city upon your faires' land, and all your nations will pay me tribute. My Garland insects will work for me. The earth people will work for me. Our Braun race will spread--" His plans after conquest were of a rosy hue. He dwelt on them, while Zetta and I listened in silence. "Your colony will be small," I said finally. "Your five thousand women--" "A new race will come on earth. The blending of the two worl's." "Won't you bring more of your people from Xenephrene?" Zetta said suddenly, "Xenephrene is doomed." Graff frowned at her. "That was necessary, Peter. Ver' unfortunate. No. We who have left, plan not to return. Nor send for others--the best of us are here, Zetta is a silly child--silly with woman sentiment. Why should we bother with Xenephrene? A ver' small worl', so little of it habitable. I was master there--" He had not been master, save of his small minority, themselves in subjection. "But it was not big enough for me. I have lef' it to its destiny." Left it to its fate--its doom! But I only smiled. "We must decide where we are to land upon earth," I suggested. "Do you want the daylight or darkness?" He ran his finger along the line of the equator. "Here. In the equal days and nights. It will be warm?" "Yes." "That I want. How warm?" "Like Garla. Warmer probably." He nodded. "And from there, I will go north, following the warmth and daylight. What is here, Peter?" * * * * * His finger was on the equator in South America. My heart quickened. Our new great cities of the Western World were springing up, there in Ecuador, Venezuela, the Guianas, northern Brazil. This area was thronged now with colonists. They were planning, at the Falls of the Iguazu, to supply light and heat through all the Americas. Vast industrial plants were planned for these new cities. It would be the industrial and mining center of our western hemisphere. He must not land there! "It used to be jungle," I said casually. "And small rather backward nations. Down there in Bolivia and Peru--all the equatorial Andes region--there were great mining possibilities, largely undeveloped. It has changed a little now." I led his interest elsewhere. The East Indies, where my great Dutch Islands were thriving now with a new activity, drew his attention. But I distracted him. We determined at last upon the plains north of Mombassa, in British East Africa. A fair land with the new climate, but as yet not densely settled, except to the north and north-west.