PART III THE RED HAWK I The Desert Clans. . . . . . . . . . 313 II Exodus. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 326 III Armageddon. . . . . . . . . . . . . 333 IV The Capital. . . . . . . . . . . . 342 V The Sea. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 354 VI Saku the Nipon. . . . . . . . . . . 365 VII Bethelda. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 376 VIII Raban. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 388 IX Reunion. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 402 X Peace. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 411 THE MOON MAID PART I PROLOGUE THE MESSAGE FROM MARS I met him in the Blue Room of the Transoceanic Liner _Harding_ the night of Mars Day—June 10, 1967. I had been wandering about the city for several hours prior to the sailing of the flier watching the celebration, dropping in at various places that I might see as much as possible of scenes that doubtless will never again be paralleled—a world gone mad with joy. There was only one vacant chair in the Blue Room and that at a small table at which he was already seated alone. I asked his permission and he graciously invited me to join him, rising as he did so, his face lighting with a smile that compelled my liking from the first. I had thought that Victory Day, which we had celebrated two months before, could never be eclipsed in point of mad national enthusiasm, but the announcement that had been made this day appeared to have had even a greater effect upon the minds and imaginations of the people. The more than half-century of war that had continued almost uninterruptedly since 1914 had at last terminated in the absolute domination of the Anglo-Saxon race over all the other races of the World, and practically for the first time since the activities of the human race were preserved for posterity in any enduring form no civilized, or even semi-civilized, nation maintained a battle line upon any portion of the globe. War was at an end—definitely and forever. Arms and ammunition were being dumped into the five oceans; the vast armadas of the air were being scrapped or converted into carriers for purposes of peace and commerce.