They touched down and opened the hatches. Already a crowd of Malans had gathered. A few artists had set up their easels and were busy painting the freighter, not because it was lovely, but because it was Terran, which was better. A Malan stepped forward, grinning. "Well," he asked, "what do you think of it?" "Of what?" "Our war, of course. You must have noticed!" "Oh, yes, we noticed," Beliakoff said. "A real intercontinental war complete with ideological differences," the man stated proudly. "Just like the civilized planets have. You must admit it's Earthlike." "Exceedingly Earthlike," Kelly said. "Now take us to whoever's in charge--quick!" * * * * * The conference with Nob at the Imperial Palace began well. The Prime Minister was overjoyed that real Earthmen had come to witness their war. He knew very well that, by Earth standards, it was a pretty small war. A beginner's war, really. But they were trying. Some day, with more know-how, with better equipment, they would be able to produce a war that would match anyone's. "We were hampered from the start," Nob apologized, "by not knowing how to produce atomic fission." "That must have been confining," Kelly said, and Beliakoff winced. "It was. Dynamite and nitroglycerin just don't have the same grandeur and finality. The scale of demolition seems insignificant. But if you will come with me, gentlemen, I have something here which may interest you." Nob ushered the Earthmen ahead of him so he could copy their loose-jointed, rolling walk. "Here!" he said, darting ahead and opening a door. "Behold!" The Earthmen saw, upon an ivory pedestal, a small model of an atomic bomb. "We worked until we mastered it at last," Nob said proudly. "With any luck, we'll be in production within the month and using them within the year. Now I think I can safely say that Mala has come of age!" Beliakoff said, "No." "No, what?" "No atom bombs." "But it's Earthlike to use atomic bombs. Why--" "This war has to end at once," Kelly said. "You're joking!" protested Nob, looking intently at the Earthmen. But he saw at once that they were deadly serious. He groaned and sat down. Nob was faced with a moral dilemma of fearful proportions. On the one hand, war was a typical Terran institution, an extremely important one, an institution clearly worthy of emulation by the people of Mala. But on the other hand, this Terran institution was being refuted, denied, in fact, by two typical Terrans. The problem was insoluble for him. And Nob remembered that, when an ultimate crisis is at hand, that is the moment for the supreme authority to step in. "We must discuss this with the Empress," he said. * * * * * He led them to Jusa's chambers, knocked and opened the door. Half a dozen vases shattered around them. "On your knees, pigs!" Jusa shrilled. "You, Nob, have you brought the diamonds?" "I knew I forgot something."