During the days following the capture of Tabak and Reiloc, Jupiter was frantic. He couldn't rid his mind of the horrors that the fragile Caligan girl might be undergoing. The breeding stations, the biological laboratories, the inhuman orgies that took place in the city by the _Dra Dur_. Reiloc would be no better off, except that they might kill him outright instead of by degrees. Every hour's delay multiplied their danger. Jupiter drove himself unmercifully, but there weren't enough hours for him to cram in all the things that had to be done. He allowed the Kagans to retain their loose tribal organization. More tribes joined the march on the city by the _Dra Dur_ every day. They were more like a migrating people than an army. They were bound together by only one common impulse--a desire to annihilate the Anolyn. Lete was some help to Jupiter there. The cave girl acted as liaison officer between him and the Kagan chiefs. He was aware that she had risen to a position of eminence among her people--an Amazon chieftainess, a cave girl Joan of Arc. Her rise to power suited him because it left him free to organize the Nehogan army. They were his only trained body of men and they were useless so long as the parasites were fastened to their necks. The Anolyn could regain control of them, turn his own army against him. Jupiter set himself to the impossible task of administering the exsrocain to the Nehogan soldiers, the Caligan advisers, even the green-skinned porters. He made short hops in the star ship, setting up his camp ahead of the slow-moving army. As soon as they began to stream in, he set to administering the drug. He trained a staff of Caligans, who were more adept at such things. He synthesized gallons of the stuff and taught them how to synthesize it. And all the time he lived in perpetual dread of the Anolyn's next move. Overhead the web-birds wheeled and dipped, at first hundreds, then thousands of the creatures as they drew closer to the city. They were the eyes of the Anolyn, he sensed. They followed the army like gulls following a ship. On the seventeenth day they reached the broad plains surrounding the city by the _Dra Dur_, deployed before the towering walls and battlements. The Nehogan general and Lete were closeted with Jupiter in the Mizar, laying their final plans, when a postern gate opened and a man left the city, made his way alone toward the lines of the invading army. * * * * * He was a Caligan in a living, yellow furred boj and sandals. His eyes were peculiar--a glazed blue like enamelware. He made no move to escape or defend himself when the pickets grabbed him. He said that he had a message for the Wanderer-from-Beyond from the Anolyn. He was turned over to a Nehogan officer and brought before Jupiter in the Mizar.