In the Central Control bunker, nine rows of green lights glowed on the high panel over red letters that spelled out STAND BY TO FIRE. A foot to the left, the big white lever stood in the unlocked position, six inches from the outstretched fingertips of the mummified corpse strapped into the controller's chair. To the right, a red glow on the monitor panel indicated the locked doors open. I rode the lift down to K level, stepped out onto the steel-railed platform that hugged the sweep of the starship's hull and stepped through into the narrow COC. On my right, three empty stasis tanks stood open, festooned cabling draped in disorder. To the left were the four sealed covers under which Day, Macy, Cruciani and Black waited. I went close, read dials. Slender needles trembled minutely to the beating of sluggish hearts. They were alive. I left the ship, sealed the inner and outer ports. Back in the control bunker, the monitor panel showed ALL CLEAR FOR LAUNCH now. I studied the timer, set it, turned back to the master panel. The white lever was smooth and cool under my hand. It seated with a click. The red hand of the launch clock moved off jerkily, the ticking harsh in the silence. Outside, the Bolo waited. I climbed to a perch in the open conning tower twenty feet above the broken pavement, moved off toward the west where sunrise colors picked out the high towers of the palace. * * * * * I rested the weight of my splinted and wrapped arm on the balcony rail, looking out across the valley and the town to the misty plain under which _Prometheus_ waited. "There's something happening now," Renada said. I took the binoculars, watched as the silo doors rolled back. "There's smoke," Renada said. "Don't worry, just cooling gases being vented off." I looked at my watch. "Another minute or two and man makes the biggest jump since the first lungfish crawled out on a mud-flat." "What will they find out there?" I shook my head. "_Homo Terra Firma_ can't even conceive of what _Homo Astra_ has ahead of him." "Twenty years they'll be gone. It's a long time to wait." "We'll be busy trying to put together a world for them to come back to. I don't think we'll be bored." "Look!" Renada gripped my good arm. A long silvery shape, huge even at the distance of miles, rose slowly out of the earth, poised on a brilliant ball of white fire. Then the sound came, a thunder that penetrated my bones, shook the railing under my hand. The fireball lengthened into a silver-white column with the ship balanced at its tip. Then the column broke free, rose up, up.... I felt Renada's hand touch mine. I gripped it hard. Together we watched as _Prometheus_ took man's gift of fire back to the heavens. END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Night of the Trolls, by Keith Laumer