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“You–you speak English?” I faltered. “Where–where did you learn to speak this language?”

The Strobian smiled, his face shining as though he saw a vision.

“Toma annerson,” he intoned gravely, and extended his right hand in a greeting which Earth-men have offered each other for untold centuries!

I shook hands with him gravely, wondering if I were dreaming.

“I thank you for your welcome,” I said, gathering my wits at last. “We come as friends, from worlds not unlike your own. We are glad that you meet us as friends.”

“It was so ordered. He ordered it so and Artur is His mouthpiece in this day.” The Strobian weighed every word carefully before he uttered it speaking with a solemn gravity that was most impressive.

“Artur?” I questioned him. “That is your name?”

“That is my name,” he said proudly. “It came from He Who Speaks who gave it to my father many times removed.”

There were many questions in my mind, but I could not be outdone in courtesy by this kindly Strobian.

“I am John Hanson,” I told him, “Commander of the Special Patrol Service ship Ertak. This is Avery Hendricks, my third officer.”

“Much of that,” said Artur slowly, “I do not understand. But I am greatly honored.” He bowed again, first to me, and then to Hendricks, who was staring at me in utter amazement. “You will come with us now, to the Place?” Artur added.

I considered swiftly, and turned to Hendricks.

“This is too interesting to miss,” I said in an undertone. “Send the escort back with word for Mr. Correy that these people are very friendly, and we are going on into the city. Let three men remain with us. We will keep in communication with the ship by menore.”

* * * * *

Hendricks gave the necessary orders, and all our escort, save for three men, did a brisk about face and marched back to the ship. The five of us, conducted by Artur, started for the city, the rest of the procession falling in behind us. Behind the double file of the procession, the companies that had formed the living wall marched twenty abreast. Not all the companies, however, for perhaps a thousand men, in all, formed a great hollow square about the Ertak, a great motionless guard of honor, clad in kirtles like the pennon-bearers in the procession, save that their kirtles were longer, and pale green in color. The uniform of their officers was identical, save that it was somewhat darker in color, and set of with a narrow black belt, without shoulder straps.

We marched on and on, into the city, down the wide streets, walled with soaring buildings that shone with an iridescent lustre, toward the great domed building I had seen from the Ertak.

The streets were utterly deserted, and when we came close to the building I saw why. The whole populace was gathered there; they were drawn up around the building in orderly groups, with a great lane opened to the mighty entrance.

There were women waiting there, thousands of them, the most beautiful I have ever seen, and in my younger days I had eyes that were quick to note a pretty face.

Through these great silent ranks we passed majestically, and I felt very foolish and very much bewildered. Every head was bowed as though in reverence, and the chanting of the men behind us was like the singing of a hymn.

* * * * *

At the head of the procession, we entered the great domed, lozenge-shaped building, and I stared around in amazement.

The structure was immense, but utterly without obstructing columns, the roof being supported by great arches buttressed to pilasters along the walls, and furnished with row after row of long benches of some polished, close-grained red wood, so clear that it shone brilliantly.