Rumors of cruisers from the squadrons of Orion Sector, that had gone into this cluster. Rumors of a secret base, on a hidden world. The ships of Orion Sector had no business here. Neither, for that matter, did the ships of Kirk's own Lyra Sector. This cluster was no-man's land, part of the buffer zones that were supposed to reduce friction between the five great Sectors of the galaxy. Actually, these stellar wildernesses were the scenes of constant, nameless little wars. The five governors of the five great Sectors were, all of them, ambitious men. Solleremos of Orion, Vorn of Cepheus, Gianea of Leo, Strowe of Perseus, Ferdias of Lyra--they watched each other jealously. Five great barons of the galaxy, paying only a lip-service allegiance to the shadowy Central Council far away on a half-forgotten world called Earth, in reality independent satraps of the stars, hungry for space, hungry for power. Yes, even Ferdias, thought Kirk. Ferdias was the man he served, respected, and even loved in a craggy sort of way. But Ferdias, like the others, played a massive game of chess with men and suns, moving his squadrons here and his undercover operatives there, laboring ceaselessly to hold on to what he had and perhaps enlarge his domain, just a little, a solar system here and a minor cluster there.... And the game went on. Right now, Kirk thought he was probably heading into a trap. But if Orion cruisers _were_ in here, he had to know it. A hostile base here, if left to grow, could dominate all the star-lanes from Capella to Arcturus. It was up to him as a squadron-commander, to go in and find out. Kirk looked at the looming, overtopping cliffs of stars that went up to the glowing nebula above and down to the black pit of absolutely nothing below. He thought of Lyllin, waiting for him back at Vega. A starman had no business with a wife. He said again, "Radar?" "Still nothing," said Garstang. His square face was no less grim than Kirk's. He was captain of this flagship _Starsong_, and what happened to her was important to him. "If there is a base here," he said, "we should have come in with the whole squadron." * * * * * Kirk shook his head. He had made his decision and he was not going to start doubting it now, no matter how lonely and exposed he felt. "That could be exactly what Solleremos wants. With the right kind of ambush, a whole squadron could be clobbered in this mess. Then Lyra would be wide open. No. One ship is enough to risk." "Yes, sir," said Garstang. "The hell with you, Joe," said Kirk. "Say what you're thinking." "I am thinking that the rumor mentioned cruisers, plural, indefinite. We'd better catch them while they're all asleep."