Tommy stared blankly. He was suddenly aware of Aten in the background, smiling triumphantly and very happily at him. There was something like a roar of approval from the men of Yugna, assembled. "Just what," demanded Tommy, "does this mean?" "For many years," said a hawk-faced man ungraciously, "we have had no Commander of Defense. We have had no wars. But we see it is needful. We have chosen you, with all agreeing. The Commander of Defense"--he sniffed a little, pugnaciously--"has the authority the ancient kings once owned." Tommy leaned back in the curious benchlike chair, his eyes narrow and thoughtful. This would simplify matters. No danger of trouble to Earth. A free hand for Denham and Smithers to help these folk, and for Denham to learn scientific facts--in the sciences they had developed--which would be of inestimable value to Earth. And it could be possible to open a peaceful trade with the nations of Earth without any danger of war. And maybe.... He smiled suddenly. It widened almost into a grin. "All right. I'll settle down here for a while. But--er--just how does one set about getting married here?" End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Fifth-Dimension Tube, by William Fitzgerald Jenkins