Four days later, a conference was breaking up in the platinum room behind the Commander-in-Chief's office. Argallum stood up behind his desk and carefully folded a number of big charts. He laid one on top of another, making a neat stack on the desk, then he looked keenly at the four young men standing before him. "Once more, gentlemen," Argallum said, "for the sake of emphasis, I repeat--Dynamon has complete authority over the expedition. You, Mortoch"--looking at a lean, hawk-nosed man in a soldier's helmet--"are in command of the soldiers. And you, Thamon"--turning to a studious, stoop-shouldered man--"are in charge of civilian activities. And Borion"--glancing at a stocky, broad-shouldered figure--"you are responsible for the Carrier. But in the last analysis, you are all under Dynamon's orders. This is a desperate venture you're going on and there can be no division of authority." There was a moment of silence. Argallum seemed satisfied with the set, determined expressions on the four men in the room with him. "Are there any further questions?" he said. Dynamon shifted his feet uneasily. "Is the decision--on Keltry, final?" he said huskily. "I'm afraid it is, Dynamon," said Argallum, gently. "I had the director of the theater over here for half an hour trying to talk him around, but it was no good. He said he would under no circumstances spare Keltry. He said she was the most promising young actress in Copia, and that he would forbid her to go on any dangerous trip. Inasmuch as Keltry is still an apprentice, the Director has full authority over her. I can do nothing." Dynamon drew himself up to his full height and squared his shoulders. "Yes, sir," he said briefly. "Very well then," said Argallum, "I won't see you again. You will take off from Vanadium Field promptly at four o'clock tomorrow morning. Every one of the one hundred and twenty-nine people on the expedition has his secret orders to be there at three. Dynamon, you have a hand-picked personnel and every possible resource that our scientists could think of to help you. May you succeed in your mission." "Thank you, sir," they chorused. Argallum shook hands separately with each of the four men, after which they filed out of the platinum room. Outside the War Building, Mortoch, the decurion, and Borion, the Navigator, took their leave of Dynamon and strolled away toward the West Gate. But Thamon, the scientist, fell in stride with Dynamon. "For your sake, I'm sorry," said the stoop-shouldered scientist shyly, "I mean--about Keltry." "Thanks, Thamon," said the centurion. "It was a nasty blow. I don't know how I'm going to get along without her. I guess I'll just have to." "Well--I just wanted you to know," said Thamon, "that I sympathized." * * * * *