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Rhodan halted and turned around. One of the SichasтАФan older man apparently, because of the
whiteness of his hair had stepped out of the group and now approached Rhodan. He stretched out both
his hands, and Rhodan returned the gesture with reservations.

"I am Rhodan," he told him. "And you?"

"My name is Kekeler. You have heard of me."

Rhodan confirmed that he had.
 In that moment the transmitter emitted a loud buzzing sound to signify that its operation was at an end
and that the energy input of the sending station had been switched off. Rhodan inspected his small battle
force, and Kekeler followed his gaze.

Altogether there were forty menтАФif you could include little Betty Toufry as a "man"тАФand forty-five
robots. Eighty-five fighters who had been selected to give a hotfoot to a vastly superior enemy.

"Yours must be a gallant people, if you dare to venture into the battle with so few," Kekeler said in his
pleasantly deep voice.



"Well, weare counting on a little assistance from you," Rhodan answered promptly. It was obviously
important to clarify this point at the outset.

Kekeler made a sign of agreement. "We have that in mind," he said earnestly. "But we have only a very
few usable weapons. I donтАЩt know just how much help we can offer."

Rhodan smiled. "DonтАЩt worry about weapons. We can supply you with those."

With a broad change of expression, KekelerтАЩs face revealed a friendlier and much more hopeful attitude.
"In that case you will see that we are a valiant people!" he said in impressively deep tones.



As Deringhouse arrived at a fork in the road where a smaller avenue branched from the highway toward
a village that was half hidden in the forest, an old man approached him. He appeared to be taking a walk,
and to judge from his clothing he was not among the wealthiest of the inhabitants.

Deringhouse remained where he was and spoke to him. "Greetings, old man. IтАЩm a hungry wanderer and
IтАЩd be very grateful to you if you could tell me where to get something to eat. Of course, I havenтАЩt any
money."

The old man listened thoughtfully, then looked up at him. "My son, you must come from far away, is that
not so?" he asked.

"Yes," Deringhouse answered. "Very far away."

"How have you managed not to fall into the hands of the enemy?"

Deringhouse forced a smile. "Well, when you knowтАж" he said, and left the rest to the imagination.