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automatically rendered defencelessтАФwhich has brought us to this sorry plight."

Just then footsteps sounded in the corridor, followed by the opening of the door. Three men entered the
room, accompanied by a seven-foot-tall robot which placed itself near the entrance without waiting for
specific orders.

The people who entered were quite different from those waiting anxiously. They were humans like the
others but distinguished by red skins and atypically beardless faces. In contrast to the sturdy Springers
they were slender, almost delicate, though every inch as tall. These hitherto despised natives had
suddenly become the masters and now for the first time faced their former governors in the sweet role of
conquerors. But their frank, genial faces showed more joy of hard won liberation than pride of victory.
Their simple raiment clearly revealed the primitive state of their culture imposed by their former rulers.
The Galactic Traders had dominated GoszulтАЩs Planet and exploited its inhabitants with the aid of an army
of programmed robots until the day the pestilence broke out and infected seven of the 20 governors,
rendering them totally inactive. The diseased patients were still confined in hospitals with coloured spots
on their faces and obliterated memories. Fear of contagion had driven the other governors together but
when the four alien spaceships landed and put their army of fighter robots out of action they had no
choice left but to capitulate.

The four ships were still stationed outside on the huge spaceport. Such ships had never before landed on
this planet. They were gigantic spheres up to half a mile in diameter and their intervention had determined
the outcome of the battle.

Ragor studied the men with pinched eyes and made no effort to rise from his seat. With a sluggish
gesture he pointed to the empty chairs. Although he conceded that they were the victors he did not
regard them as his real conquerors in the field.

In this respect his judgment was utterly erroneous.

The three men remained standing on their feet. The one in the middle, the old telepath Enzally, probed
the thoughts of the governors and detected besides resignation and despair also resistance and secret
hope. Yet he was unable to ascertain quickly what this hope was based on.

Ralv, the leader of the rebellion against the Springers and future head of government of the united planet,
adopted an attitude of waiting for the time being. He left it to Enzally to say the first words.

The third man, however, was no Goszul.

His skin was tanned and his lean figure towered about five inches above Enzally and Ralv. His eyes
showed nothing of the glum traces of age-old slavery and fear. They looked bright and expressed
self-reliance and a sense of strength and superiority. The 13 governors didnтАЩt recognize his unpretentious
uniform which had never before appeared in their realm.

There was only one explanation: the man was not a native but must have come in one of those four alien
spaceships and belonged to the people who had inflicted the defeat on the Springers.

Ragor came to the same conclusion but was far from happy about it.
 He would have been even much unhappier had he known that the man who confronted him was Perry
Rhodan, who was careful not to reveal his identity for various reasons. His mission on GoszulтАЩs Planet
was not yet fully completed. Although these 13 governors seemed to have lost all contact with their