And Rudra weathered the storm. The stars that circled about his head glowed brighter and brighter. Strength grew and grew in Rudra's body. He broke free of Travis, thrust him back with a vicious kick: laughed at him. He moved his hands in the fluid motion and there was blind, stabbing pain in Travis's guts, an agony that lanced red-hot needles from the roots of his hair to his toenails. Travis rolled on the floor, clutching his broken body. He saw legs, hit them. Rudra fell over him. Travis summoned all his strength, tore loose from the pain inside him, fell on Rudra. The revolving stars cut his lip, blinded him with their brilliance. It was a voice whispering inside him, like Nuala's voice. "_The star-girdle is his weakness. Break the stars and you break Rudra. Without the stars, Rudra is_--nothing!" Travis lifted his hands and closed them on the stars. Rudra whispered. For the first time, Travis detected fear in the man's eyes. He tried to wrench free, brought his hands back from inside Travis, scrabbled for his wrists. Silently they struggled there. The pain was gone and Travis knew that this was it. He had to win now, or not at all. Now ... _now_.... The stars came free. They whispered sibilantly, loosening in their orbit, shooting wildly across the room. They stung and bit into Travis's hands. They whirled, exploding into puffs of silvery dust. The dust showered down on Rudra, on Travis. It stung the nostrils, the eyeballs.... "Rudra!" whispered Travis. There was no Rudra, only a widening glob of black wetness, melting away as wax melts from a candle in fierce heat. Travis rolled free, slapped at the blackish stains on spaceslacks and jacket. The blob of jelly loosened rapidly, went to liquid as a breeze swept over the ruined city and into the blasted tower. The liquid ran freely, went down the cracks, dripped wetly on the rafters and the stones far below. _Ancient! Ancient! So old the tongues of men had no word for it. From the beginning he was, and was no more...._ Travis turned away from the stench. He stumbled across the room toward the control levers on the wall. With trembling hands he shut them off. * * * * * It was easy, going back. Through the nacre curtain, as the tower settled down, Travis saw Nuala standing beside the shattered calyx. Both hands were plunged in her thick golden hair. Her blue eyes were blank and staring. Her memory is gone, Travis thought, running toward her. The pain and the magnetic flux did it. She isn't Nuala of the crystal crypt any longer. She is only a girl. His dream of Nuala cooking a _jalanadon_ steak in his little apartment at Mars Port would come true. This Nuala he could marry. Travis caught her in his arms. Her lips were sweet as he bent and kissed her.