Dunnan. He looked again at the battle-stations board; it was still uniformly red-lighted. Everything was on full combat ready. He summoned a mess-robot, selected a couple of dishes, and began to eat. After the first mouthful, he called to Alvyn Karffard: "Is Paul getting anything new?" he asked. Karffard checked. A little contragravity-field distortion effect. It was still too far to be sure. He went back to his lunch. He had finished it and was lighting a cigarette over his coffee when a red light flashed and a voice from one of the speakers shouted. "Detection! Detection from planet! Radar, and microray!" Karffard began talking rapidly into a hand-phone; Harkaman unhooked one beside him and listened. "Coming from a definite point, about twenty-fifth north parallel," he said, aside. "Could be from a ship hiding against the planet. There's nothing at all on the moon." * * * * * They seemed to be approaching the planet more and more rapidly. Actually, they weren't, the ship was decelerating to get into an orbit, but the decreasing distance created the illusion of increasing speed. The red lights flashed once more. "_Ship detected!_ Just outside atmosphere, coming around the planet from the west." "Is she the _Enterprise_?" "Can't tell, yet," Karffard said, and then cried: "There she is, in the screen! That spark, about thirty degrees north, just off the west side." Aboard her, too, voices from speakers would be shouting, "Ship detected!" and the battle station board would be blazing red. And Andray Dunnan, at the command-desk-- "She's calling us." That was Paul Koreff's voice, out of the squawk-box on the desk. "Standard Sword-World impulse-code. Interrogative: What ship are you? Informative: her screen combination. Request: Please communicate." "All right," Harkaman said. "Let's be polite and communicate. What's her screen-combination?" Koreff's voice gave it, and Harkaman punched it out. The communication screen in front of them lit at once; Trask shoved over his chair beside Harkaman's, his hands tightening on the arms. Would it be Dunnan himself, and what would his face show when he saw who confronted him out of his own screen? It took him an instant to realize that the other ship was not the _Enterprise_ at all. The _Enterprise_ was the _Nemesis'_ twin; her command room was identical with his own. This one was different in arrangements and fittings. The _Enterprise_ was a new ship; this one was old, and had suffered for years at the hands of a slack captain and a slovenly crew.