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In GegulтАЩs eyes was a light of triumphтАж
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Topthor, TalamonтАЩs friend and Perry RhodanтАЩs bitterest foe, was torn out of his sleep. Tattol stood
beside his bed.

"Sir, the MoundersтАЩ Headquarters demands to speak with you!" he said excitedly and still shook the clan
chieftainтАЩs arm.

"Yes, so?" grumbled Topthor. "Whoever wants to talk to me must also be able to wait! Tell
Headquarters IтАЩll be there in good time."

He was not especially in a hurry to come to the hyperspace communicator. The massive man dressed
leisurely. He pondered on what the central exchange might want to know from him. It was clear to him
that this would be no attack assignment, capable of bringing in several millions. Battle assignments usually
came to him on top priority level.

He moved slowly to the Control Central. The last bulkhead door sprang open automatically. From a
distance he saw the pale flickering of the viewscreen. It was the typical pattern of a hyperspace
transmission.

Puffing slightly, he slumped down into the pilotтАЩs seat. "Topthor here!" he bellowed into the microphone.

"Headquarters!" The single word rang from the micro-speaker. On the screen appeared the familiar face
of Sirger, the second eldest of the Darfnur Clan.

"Alright, letтАЩs have it," growled the green-skinned giant, disgruntled.

"Our message is coming over scramble-code, Topthor."

Topthor perked up. Whenever scramble-code and a hyperspace transmission were combined,
something important was always in the wind. A trace of interest animated his face, which for this old one
was significant. Then, however, his facial muscles relaxed very swiftly as Headquarters instructed him as
to the date and place of the patriarchsтАЩ gathering.

"And for this I was awakened?" the oldster growled.

In the MoundersтАЩ Headquarters, Sirger casually asked, "Sir, are you no longer interested in Perry
Rhodan

If there was one opponentтАЩs name that Topthor could never forget, it was the name of this enemy, Perry
Rhodan! "What about Rhodan?!" He roared into the microphone so loudly that Sirger, several thousand
light-years away, instantly turned down his receiver volume.

"Sir, do you not know then, what has happened on Aralon?" asked Sirger, astonished. "The whole
Milky Way is talking about it!"
 This was a slight exaggeration, since Topthor knew nothing of the subject. "Why should I know
everything, Sirger? I was with my ships, 28000 light-years away in the Galaxy, taking care of a minor