"Call it magic, then, kid." I dropped the electropass in my pocket, stood and looked at Renada. "I don't doubt that you know how to use that gun, honey, but I'm leaving now. Try not to shoot me." * * * * * "You're a fool if you try it," Mallon barked. "If Renada doesn't shoot you, my guards will. And even if you made it, you'd still need me!" "I'm touched by your concern, Toby. Just why do I need you?" "You wouldn't get past the first sentry post without help, Jackson. These people know me as the Trollmaster. They're in awe of me--of my _Mana_. But together--we can get to the controls of the Bolo, then use it to knock out the sentry machine at the Site--" "Then what? With an operating Bolo I don't need anything else. Better improve the picture, Toby. I'm not impressed." He wet his lips. "It's _Prometheus_, do you understand? She's stocked with everything from Browning needlers to Norge stunners. Tools, weapons, instruments. And the power plants alone." "I don't need needlers if I own a Bolo, Toby." Mallon used some profanity. "You'll leave your liver and lights on the palace altar, Jackson. I promise you that!" "Tell him what he wants to know, Toby." Renada said. Mallon narrowed his eyes at her. "You'll live to regret this, Renada." "Maybe I will, Toby. But you taught me how to handle a gun--and to play cards for keeps." The flush faded out of his face and left it pale. "All right, Jackson," he said, almost in a whisper. "It's not only the equipment. It's ... the men." I heard a clock ticking somewhere. "What men, Toby?" I said softly. "The crew. Day, Macy, the others. They're still in there, Jackson--aboard the ship, in stasis. We were trying to get the ship off when the attack came. There was forty minutes' warning. Everything was ready to go. You were on a test run; there wasn't time to cycle you out...." "Keep talking," I rapped. * * * * * "You know how the system was set up; it was to be a ten-year run out, with an automatic turn-around at the end of that time if Alpha Centauri wasn't within a milli-parsec." He snorted. "It wasn't. After twenty years, the instruments checked. They were satisfied. There was a planetary mass within the acceptable range. So they brought me out." He snorted again. "The longest dry run in history. I unstrapped and came out to see what was going on. It took me a little while to realize what had happened. I went back in and cycled Banner and Mackenzie out. We went into the town; you know what we found. I saw what we had to do, but Banner and Mac argued. The fools wanted to reseal _Prometheus_ and proceed with the launch. For what? So we could spend the rest of our lives squatting in the ruins, when by stripping the ship we could make ourselves kings?" "So there was an argument?" I prompted.