"Attention, all!" I roared at the top of my lungs. "Fire no shots, send no rays, or you will all perish in the explosion! You came to fight, exterminate! But I--I, Barak, the foremost fighter on this planet--am here to see that it does not happen!" And I drew the saber at my side. VI I struck a pose as I stood there. I hoped that a grim and heroic attitude might give them pause. "It's Barak!" said an officer at the forefront of the Newcomers. "Barak!" echoed a warrior of Dondromogon. I heard a rattle and clink of weapons. "Remember," I made haste to call out, "a bullet or ray will tear this place--and both forces--to bits! I'll perish, and so will every man on either side, as far as the explosion reaches!" The Newcomers were only a trifle mystified, but the Dondromogon party, which knew what was beneath us, wavered. Those in the front rank appeared to give back a little. The Newcomers saw this beyond me, and made to move forward. Their officer, he who had recognized me, gestured outward with his arms to make some sort of battle formation. "Rush through," he said, "and fight it out in the clear beyond." "Come on if you dare!" blared an officer of Dondromogon. "Let nobody dare," I said, "unless he thinks he can fight his way past me." The Newcomers paused in turn. "Barak," said the officer, "don't you know us? Don't you know me?" I did know him, now that he spoke again. "You're Harvison, aren't you?" I hailed him. "Don't be the first I must kill." I wheeled around. "My challenge isn't to the Newcomers alone. I said, nobody shall pass through. My sword, if not my voice, will stop this war, here and now." I heard a laugh, deep and familiar. Gederr had come among his troops. "That's logic for you!" he mocked me. "Barak was always a man of blood! He'll kill us all to stop this slaughter. Someone finish him." One of his lieutenants spoke to two of the foremost men, who stepped forward, rifles at the ready. "If they shoot--" began Doriza tremulously. "If they do, they destroy everyone!" I reminded yet again. "Come, who dares. Swords if you will, but no fire!" The officer who had given the order stepped between the two soldiers, saber drawn. "Ready to rush," he said. "My blade, your butts--" They approached, side by side. Their faces were set, grim. They faltered for only a moment at the entry to the glare field. In that moment I rushed them. They hadn't expected that, three against one. I shouted, and hurled myself at the soldier on the left. He made to dodge, and the officer opposed his own saber; but I spun away from it and before the other soldier knew my mind I was upon him. I could not use the ray in my blade, but it drove past his hastily lifted gun-barrel and struck his mailed shoulder so heavily that he dropped his weapon. Stepping in close, I uppercut him with the curved hilt as with a mailed fist.