The figure which stood fifty feet away turned and walked leisurely back over the rise. Now, it was not a fighter, and it was not Jimmy, and it was not Sitra. It was a denizen of the planet and it looked like no human. Shortly thereafter the all-wave radio in the deadly, powerful silvery needle standing serenely on the strange world blared again. "... in accordance with Interstellar Code we have asked that we not be invaded and are warning you that according to Article 19, Section 3, fleets which invade a peaceful people become subject to unprincipled attack, even to the use of psychological weapons." * * * * * Five hours away the main fleet streaked toward the planet. The Admiral looked at the tape reports from the scout ship and at transcripts of the recorded warning. "Nuts!" he said. "We go in." He felt an odd, intuitive twinge. The voice was so much like his mother's--and she hadn't been well when he'd last seen her. Beside him the Radioman busily, tersely, sent out landing instructions. He felt irritable: the voice had sounded just like Peggy--that no-good, cheating!... He shrugged: just imagination. In a diminishing spiral, the fleet swung around the planet while the Admiral scanned the screen for a free landing site.