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Talamon the Mounder gave a friendly smile to the Galactic TradersтАЩ courier. The man had arrived half an
hour before on his flagship, "just to sound out TalamonтАЩs opinion."

The Mounders were the warriors among the Galactic Traders. If the Springers didnтАЩt happen to come to
terms with a certain planet, and if this world preferred not to be completely enslaved, then the Mounders
would take care of the matterтАФin return for a handsome fee.

They had differentiated themselves long ago from the Springers because their home world was a planet
of extraordinary gravity. This gravitational pull had placed its mark upon them physically: the ordinary
Mounder weighed a thousand pounds, was 7 feet tall and about 5 feet wideтАФwhich produced a strange
effect but a figure that was in no sense of the word deformed.

Next to the government ships of the Empire, the Mounders possessed the best space fighter craft.
Similar to the Springers, they also lived in clans. The courier for the Galactic Traders had come to probe
the Clan Chief Talamon.

TalamonтАЩs clan was quite impressive. He had over 200 fighter ships at his disposal. That Talamon still
possessed them and was still alive was something he had Perry Rhodan to thank for.

And the courier asked him, what did he make of Perry Rhodan?

"A great deal!" answered Talamon without deliberation, yet he maintained his best poker face.

This answer the courier had least expected. He appeared to be shocked. Talamon grinned at him
good-naturedly and with a trace of pity.

"But, Talamon, that cannot be your true attitude!"

Then Talamon moved his 13 hundred pounds of live weight with an agility which none might have
thought him capable of. His poker face disappeared; instead he was now menacing and his deep bass
voice bellowed at the courier so that it resounded within the confines of the cabin: "What do you want me
to do, consider Perry Rhodan as just a passing meteorтАФa little falling star? Do you know that your
question is an impertinence? Have you forgotten already how Perry Rhodan leashed the Arkonide robot
fleet to come thundering through space at us? I, Talamon, was at the brink of destruction with my entire
fleet! Do you take that for nothing, courier? And whoever can equal what Perry Rhodan has doneтАФis he
to be considered a nothing?"

The courier recoiled like a singed worm. Talamon observed this and ignored it. He let the fellow simmer
a bit. He was going to have to come clean and confess why no expense and effort had been spared to
seek him, Talamon, personally at a distance of 2000 light-years from Arkon. He might have done so
more cheaply by use of hyperspace communication.
"Alright, courierтАФwhat do you want? Out with it! What am I supposed to do? And what are the
Springers ready to pay for it?"