I have seen the great Javan temples, which in the 1940's before the Great Change, we Dutch were using as a lure for the tourist trade--seen them in ruins as they looked when the Xenephrenes had passed. They say that the Banda Sea, in August, reeked with the bodies floating in it. Fair, green islands, metamorphosed from the tropic to a temperate zone, were laid waste without a living human remaining. From twenty degrees north to twenty degrees south--down into the best land of the Australian continent, up beyond the Philippines--the East was devastated. Graff's plan was to drive the world's people away from the equator. There was only mid-Africa left, and his force now went back there. * * * * * "We'll see," said Graff. "Perhaps--long ago, who knows, they are willing to yield. You can go with me, Peter. We will deliver them a message and see what they have to say." It was the first week in August. We took a small Space-flying globe. Just Graff and I, with three or four of his men to handle it. Then Zetta wanted to go. Graff agreed. He was always pleased to have her with him; his vanity was pleased that she should see his triumphs. I think, too, that he would not have cared to leave her in the camp with Brea. The woman was a snake-like menace. Graff seemed contemptuous of her. He told me once he had promised long before, to marry her, but had since decided it was not to his liking. We started in the globe, and sailing high, watchful that no airplane could get up to attack us, we went to Miami. At a twenty-mile height, we waited for nightfall. The nights were brief now in this northern latitude. We had prepared a small metal cylinder. I wrote the message to go in it. "_To the governments of the earth, from Graff, the Xenephrene._" We told them that if they wished to yield, we would name our terms, and give directions for the destroying of all their armament. One condition of surrender we named now, in advance. From ten degrees north to ten degrees south latitude, all the land in the world was permanently to be evacuated--to be held by the Xenephrenes. Graff, with his fifteen or eighteen thousand people, could not possibly be expected to use or need more than a fraction of this land area, as I had pointed out to him. But he had great, if somewhat nebulous, colonization plans. Earth men and women from several different earth races chosen by him, were to be sent, to be selected and judged by him as the old Eugenic sect once thought to judge the applicants for future parenthood. A hundred thousand such earth people would come and swear allegiance to his ruling government. With his Brauns they would build new cities; populate this most benign central region of earth; build their new and greater civilization--breed their new race, the best of the two worlds.