The image spun wildly, the building filled the screen, and then it went black; he heard a crash from the speaker, cut off almost before it had sounded. The room was silent. EIGHT Rynason stared at the dead screen for only a moment; he wheeled and ran back to the outer room. "Let's get those flyers up! Mara's found them, but they've brought her down." He was already going out the door as he spoke. Manning and the others were right behind him as he dashed out onto the field. Rynason headed for the nearest flyer, a small runabout which had been discarded as obsolete on the inner worlds and consigned to use out here on the Edge, where equipment was scarce. He leaped through the port and was shutting the door when Manning caught it. "Where are they? What's happened to the woman?" "They were shooting something!" Rynason snapped. The knife-scar over his right eye stood out sharply in his anger. "She crashed--may be badly hurt. She didn't have too much altitude, though. The hell with where she is--_follow_ me!" He slammed the door and squeezed into the flying seat. While he warmed the engines he saw the others scattering across the field to the other flyers. In a moment the hum of the radioset told him that their communications were open. He saw the props of the other flyers starting to turn, and flicked on his mike. "They're on the other side of the south range," he said quickly. "She didn't give me coördinates, but I should be able to find the spot. When we get there, we land away from the city and go in on foot." Manning's voice came coldly through the radioset: "Are you giving orders now, Lee?" "Right now I am, yes! If you want to try going in before reconnoitering, that's your funeral. They have weapons." "When we touch ground again I'll take over," Manning said. "Now let's get going--Lee, you're first." But Rynason was already starting his run across the field. When he had some speed he kicked in the rocket booster and fought the little flyer skyward. When he had caught the air he banked southward and fed the motors all he had. He didn't look around for the others; he was setting his own pace. The mountain range was ten miles to the south; they should be able to make it in five or six minutes, he figured. Below him on the dry Flat he saw the pale shadow of his flyer skimming across the dust. The drone of the motors filled the compartment. The radio cut in again. It was Manning. "What's this about a city, Lee? Is that where they are?" "The City of the Temple," Rynason said. "It's down among overhanging rocks--no wonder we hadn't seen it before. Doesn't seem to have been used for centuries or more. But that's where the Temple of Kor is--and the Hirlaji are all in the Temple." Static hissed at him for a moment. "How did they bring her down?" someone asked. It sounded like Stoworth. "Probably the disintegrators," Rynason said. "The Hirlaji don't have many of them, but they've got enough power to give us a lot of trouble."