How futile, they did not at first realize. There was courage in the hearts of the Wild Ones. Courage the existence of which the Clanswomen had not dreamed. Despite their bruises and the racking pain which--Meg knew from experience--was throbbing through their veins, they rose from the ground; they hurled themselves once again and viciously at the wall they could not see. Lances shattered against that impenetrable force-field; swords were hammered into blunt grips--but the Wild Ones could not effect entry. Daiv was everywhere at once; begging, pleading, cajoling his new-found army into greater effort. Twice Meg trembled as he threw himself vainly against that force; she matched, with her own cheeks, the whiteness in his as the second time he picked himself up weak, pain-racked, exhausted. She gripped the arm of the Woman nearest her; it was Lora. [Illustration: An invisible wall seemed to rear itself before him as Daiv hurled his body forward.] "They outnumber the Japcans. That is what my mate counted on; that though many might fall before the rays of the yellow ones, enough would break through to free us! We must help them!" Lora shook her head grimly. "The Gods know we want to. But we cannot." "We can! If we can turn off that god-box before it is too late--!" Meg screamed the final words. For she had seen, now, that which must ultimately destroy the attackers. The Japcans, having had their fill of mirth at the sight of this impossible attack, were now preparing to go into action. In full view of the Wild Ones they were spreading out, taking positions behind the invisible wall. Their ray-sticks were poised and ready. A signal came from Grensu, grinning evilly in the center of the walk-avenue. "Drop screen! Fire! Up screen!" * * * * * As swiftly as he spoke, the events occurred. The engineer at the god-box threw up his lever; instantly sticks in two score hands spewed cherry flame into the ranks of the Wild Ones. Steam rose; bodies disappeared; weapons dropped from hands now dwindled into cinders. Then the force-field was replaced. By sheer chance, one or two hurled weapons flashed through in the brief instant the barrier was down. One dwarf clutched, screaming miserably, at a pronged lance that split his throat in twain, bore him backward and pinned him to the ground to writhe out his life. Another collapsed, moaning, his thigh-bone shattered by a huge, hurled stone. Meg's eyes sought Daiv frantically; found him. He still lived, but even at that distance she could read the sickness in his eyes as he stared dazedly at the dead about him. Even as she watched, Grensu gave the triple order again. "Drop screen! Fire! Up screen!" And once more death stalked amongst the attackers, choosing his victims with fingers of cherry-flame.... Lora's grasp shook the dread from Meg's eyes. "You are the swiftest among us, priestess," cried the Warrior Chieftain. "_You_ must reach the god-box."