Classic Audiobook Collection - Battle for the Stars by Edmond Hamilton ~ Full Audiobook [scifi]

Episode Date: October 17, 2025

Battle for the Stars by Edmond Hamilton audiobook. Genre: scifi In a far-future galaxy where humanity's original homeworld has become a distant symbol instead of a true seat of power, five rival Sectors rule the star lanes like competing empires. Commander Kirk of the Lyra Sector is sent on a high-risk solo probe into the Dragon's Throat, a lethal star cluster rumored to hide an Orion Sector secret base that could tip the balance toward open war. Aboard the cruiser Starsong, Kirk and his hard-bitten crew gamble everything on speed, stealth, and imperfect sensors as they thread through burning suns and violent gravitic tides. But the mission turns political as quickly as it turns dangerous: agents, traps, and double meanings wait on the ground, and the question behind every move is not just who controls a backwater world, but who will make the next claim on Earth itself. With a wife waiting far away and loyalties tested by ambition on all sides, Kirk must decide how much of himself he can afford to sacrifice to keep a fragile peace from collapsing into a galaxy-wide conflagration. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:16:13) Chapter 02 (00:31:20) Chapter 03 (00:49:02) Chapter 04 (01:06:38) Chapter 05 (01:22:21) Chapter 06 (01:35:11) Chapter 07 (01:51:01) Chapter 08 (02:03:05) Chapter 09 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Battle for the Stars Chapter 1 It was well called the dragon's throat, thought Kirk. Throat of fire, of burning suns, a cosmic blind alley into danger. You made your decision. You threw a ship, a hundred men, your officers, your friends, your own commander's badge. You threw them all down on the gamble. But when the stakes were stars, he said to himself,

the hell with it. We're committed. He said aloud. Radar. Joe Garstang, standing on the bridge beside him, answered without turning. Nothing has been monitored yet. Not yet. Kirk's palms itched. If they were running into an ambush, if Orion heavy cruisers were waiting for them, they'd soon know it. There could be ships all around them. Radar wasn't too dependable in the howling vortices of force-field energy flung out around this jungle of stars. Through the broad bridge windows,

the windows that were really scanners, cunningly translating faster than light probes into visual images, there beat upon his face the light of a thousand suns. It was cluster N-35644 in the Standard Atlas. It was also Hellfire made manifest to Starmen. It was a hive of swarming suns, Pale green and violet, white and yellow gold and smoky red, blazing so fiercely that the eye was robbed

of perspective, and these stars seemed to crowd and jostle and rub each other. Up against the black backdrop of the firmament they burned, pouring forth the torrents of their life energy to whirl in terrific cosmic maelstroms. The merchant ships that boldly drove the great darks between ordinary star worlds would recoil aghast from the navigational perils here. Only a fool, or a cruiser, would go in here. There was a narrow cleft between cliffs of stars, with the flame-shot glow of an immense nebula roofing it.

The only possible way into the heart of the cluster, this dragon's throat of Starman legend. But others had gone in this way. At least, so said the rumors, rumors that had reached the squadron as far away as the pleity, rumors too factual, too alarming to be ignored. Rumors of cruisers from the squadrons of Orion Sector that had gone into this cluster. Rumors of a secret base on a hidden world.

The ships of Orion Sector had no business here. Neither, for that matter, did the ships of Kirk's own Lyra sector. This cluster was no man's land, part of the buffer zones that were supposed to reduce friction between the five great sectors of the galaxy. Actually, these stellar wildernesses were the scenes of constant, nameless little wars. The five governors of the five great sectors were all of them ambitious men.

Solarimus of Orion, born of Cepheus, Genia of Leo, Strow of Perseus, Ferdius of Lyra. They watched each other jealously. Five great barons of the galaxy, paying only a lip service allegiance,

to the shadowy central council far away on a half-forgotten world called Earth. In reality, independent sat-traps of the stars, hungry for space, hungry for power. Yes, even Ferdius, thought Kirk. Ferdius was the man he served, respected, and even loved in a craggy sort of way. But Ferdius, like the others, played a massive game of chess with men and sons, moving his squadrons here and his undercover operatives there, laboring ceaselessly to hold on to what he had and perhaps enlarge his domain just a little,

a solar system here and a minor cluster there. And the game went on. Right now, Kirk thought he was probably heading into a trap. But if Orion Cruisers were in here, he had to know it. A hostile base here, if left to grow, could dominate all the star-lanes from Capella to Arcurus. It was up to him as a squadron commander to go. go in and find out. Kirk looked at the looming, overtopping cliffs of stars that went up to the glowing

nebula above and down to the black pit of absolutely nothing below. He thought of Lillen, waiting for him back at Vega. A starman had no business with a wife. He said again. Radar? Still nothing, said Garstang. His square face was no less grim than Kirk's. He was captain of this flagship star-song.

and what happened to her was important to him. If there is a base here, he said, we should have come in with the whole squadron. Kirk shook his head. He had made his decision, and he was not going to start doubting it now, no matter how lonely and exposed he felt. That could be exactly what Solerimos wants.

With the right kind of ambush, a whole squadron could be clobbered in this mess. Then Lyra would be wide open. No, one ship is enough to risk. Yes, sir, said Garstang. The hell with you, Joe, said Kirk, say what you're thinking. I am thinking that the rumor mentioned cruisers, plural, indefinite. We'd better catch them while they're all asleep.

The Star Song forced her way onward toward the two red suns at the end of the dragon's throat. And Kirk thought that if he had made the wrong decision, if the Star Song never came back again, Ferdius would be very angry. But that would not then make any difference to him. Looking up at the flaring, tumbling waves of the nebula, like the underside of a burning ocean, Kirk said to Garstang, "'Does it seem to you the pace is speeding up? I mean, this jockeying for power between the sectors has gone on a long time,

ever since Earth lost real authority. But it seems different lately somehow. More incidents, more feeling of something driving ahead toward a definite goal, a plan and a pattern you can't quite see. You know what I mean? Garstang nodded. I know. The computer banks clicked and shattered. Relays kicked. Compensating power. Compensating course. Compensating ties of gravitic force, quite capable of breaking a ship apart like a piece of flawed glass. The two red binaries gave them a final glare of malice and were gone. They were clear of the throat. A star the color of a peacock's breast lay dead ahead. Ready for approach, said Garstang.

Stand by, said Kirk. We'll wait until the last possible minute to shift. If they haven't picked us up already, maybe they won't. Garstang gave his orders. Kirk watched the blaze of peacock blue grow swiftly. No ambush in the throat, so now we'll what? Ambush on the world of the blue star? Or nothing? A wild goose chase, time and money wasted? Or maybe Solar Remos had planted those rumors to draw Kirk's attention while a strike was made somewhere else? Suddenly, Kirk felt very old and very tired. He had been in the squadron for twenty years, ever since he was sixteen, and in all these twenty years the great game of stars, the strain, the worry had never let up.

It must have been nice in a way, Kirk thought, in the old days, a couple of centuries ago, when Earth still governed, in fact, and all the Star Squadrons were part of the Galactic Navy, and the great battle was with the galaxy itself and not with one another. We're getting close, said Garstang. Kirk shook himself and got down to business. There followed a few minutes of split-second activity, and then the Star Song had shuddered out of overdrive and was plunging toward a bright world almost dangerously close to her.

There was still no sign of any enemy, and the communicators remained silent. An hour later, by Ships Crono, they had located the one port of entry listed for the planet, and they had set the Star Song down in the middle of a large piece of natural desert that served well enough for what space traffic ever came here. It was night on this side of the planet. There was no moon, but on a cluster world a moon is a useless luxury.

The sky blazes with a million stars, so that day is replaced, not by darkness, but by the light of another sort, soft and many-colored, full of strange glimmers and flitting shadows. In this eerie star glow a town was visible about a mile away. Otherwise there was nothing. No ships, no legions of Orion's sector. The ships could be hidden somewhere, Garstang said. Maybe halfway around the planet, but waiting to jump us as soon as they get word.

Kirk admitted that was possible. He put on his best-dress uniform of blue and silver and strapped a portable communicator between his shoulders. It'd rather spoiled the effect, but there was no help for that. Garstang watched him. How many men will you want? He asked. None.

I'm going in alone. Garstang's eyes widened. I won't come right out and say you're crazy. I was here once before, said Kirk. When old Vollen was commander and I was an ensign. These people are poor but proud. They have traditions of long ago splendor, claim their kings ruled the whole cluster and so on.

They dislike strangers and won't let many in. But if Solar Remo's men are already here, that's the reason for the Porto, Kirk frowned, trying to plan ahead. Exactly twenty minutes after I enter the town, I'll contact you, and I'll continue to do so at twenty-minute intervals. If I'm so much as a minute late, take off and buzz the hell out of the place, it'll give me a bargaining point anyway. Garstang said dowerly,

"'A lot can happen in twenty minutes. "'Suppose you're not able to bargain. "'Then you're on your own.' "'In the airlock, open now and filled with a dry, stinging wind, "'Kirk paused, looking toward the distant town, "'a lonely blot of darkness between the star-blazing sky "'and the gleaming sand. "'Here and there in it lights burned,

"'but they were few and somehow not welcoming.' "'She's all yours,' he said to Garstain. "'If anything looks wrong to you, don't wait for him. me. Take her away. Yes, sir, said Garstang. Kirk smiled. He climbed down into the sand and began to walk. The town took shape as he approached it. The stone-built houses, mostly round or octagonal, were scattered out with no particular plan. Under the red and gold and diamond-colored

stars that burned above them, as bright as moons, they looked curiously remote and evil, like old wizards and peaked hats, peering with the red and gold. little winking eyes. The dry wind blew, laid with alien scents. Apart from the wind, there was no sound. Three men met him at the edge

of the town. They wore pale cloaks and carried long staffs tipped with horn. They were all of seven feet tall. They wore their hair high in their heads to accentuate this height, and they were slender and graceful as reeds, walking along with a light dancing

step as though the wind blew them. But their faces in the star glow were smooth and secret, their eyes as expressionless as bits of shiny glass. "'What does the man from outside desire?' asked one of them in the universal speech. Kirk said, "'He desires to speak with those others from outside who enjoy your hospitality.' But they were not going to make it that easy for him. Their faces remained impassive, and the one who had just spoken said coolly, "'Our Lord has wisdom in all matters.

Perhaps he will understand your words. I do not.' They fell in around Kirk and moved with him into the wide sandy space that went between the wandering houses. The nerves tightened up in Kirk's belly, and his back felt cold. He looked at his wrist, Krono, carefully.

There was no sound but the whispering of sand under their feet. Garstang would be watching with the scope, but once he was in among the houses he could no longer be seen. That was almost at once. The tall men walked on with their light swaying stride, so that he had to move at an undignified trot to keep up. The stone houses with their high roofs closed in behind him. This dark and brooding town ill-accorded with old tales of cluster kings, he thought, yet the past held many things. When they were close to the center of the town, the leader stopped beside a round structure

from whose open door came light. Will the man from outside enter the dwelling of our lord? Kirk breathed a little easier as he went through the door. Apparently, there was no truth to the rumors that... A chopping blow took him on the back of the head. He fell forward. He was stunned, but not unconscious, and he tried to roll over, thrashing out blindly with his fists and feet. But at once there were men on top of him, heavy solid men grinding his

face into the gritty carpet, pounding the wind out of him, holding him down. In a minute, his hands were tied tight behind him and his ankles lashed together. They cut the straps of the porto and pulled it off him. Then, like a sack of meal, he was dragged to the wall and propped upright. In an absolute fury of rage, he spat blood out of his mouth and looked up dizzily into the the light. There were three or four men here, obviously not natives of this planet, but he did not pay much attention to them. The one he looked at stood apart, directly in front of Kirk, a lean, dark, iron-faced man, with very alert eyes, and the easy, dangerous manner of one who enjoys his work, because he is so admirably well-fitted for it, as a cat enjoys hunting.

He said to Kirk, My name is Tauncer. Kirk nodded. He looked with feral interest at this most famous of Solarimos agents. I should be flattered, shouldn't I? Taunser shrugged. We all do what we can, Commander, each in his own way. Well, said Kirk, what do you want?

The answer to one simple question. His face came closer to Kirk's, very tense, very keen, searching for any sign of evasion. He asked his question, What is Ferdius planning to do about Earth? End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Of Battle for the Stars, by Edmund Hamilton.

This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Battle for the Stars. Chapter 2. There was a long moment of complete silence, during which Kirk stared wide-eyed at Toncer, and Toncer probed him with a gaze like a scalpel. On Kirk's part, it was a silence of sheer astonishment. No question could have taken him so unexpectedly. He'd been prepared to be grilled on squadron dispositions, forces in being, bases,

all the things that the men of Orion sector would like to know about Lyra. But this... It didn't make sense. Earth was not part of the present-day star struggle. That old planet, so far back in the galaxy, that Kirk had never been within parsecs of it, it was history, nothing more. It had had its day. Its sons long ago had spread out to the stars, and their blood ran in the veins of men on many worlds,

in Kirk himself. But its great day had long been done, and the sector governors who played the cosmic chess game for sons paid it no heat at all. I'll repeat, said Taunton. her softly. What's Ferdie's planning to do about Earth?' "'I haven't,' said Kirk, "'the faintest idea what you're talking about.' Taunser sighed.

"'Possibly.' He straightened up. Even probably. But I've been sent here to make the inquiry, and I'll need more than your word and an expression of innocence. Bricks.' One of the other men came forward. Tonsor spoke to him in a low voice, and he nodded, and went into the shadows across the room. Kirk's heart pounded in alarm. He tried to get up, but he had been too well bound.

He could not see his chrono, but he did not think that more than seven or eight minutes had elapsed since he had entered the town. Plenty of time for mischief. He said to Tonser, I didn't walk into this with my eyes completely shut. My men have instructions. I'm sure they have. And don't feel too badly about this, commander. The details of the trap were based on a minute study of your psychology and past record. It would have been almost impossible for you to avoid falling into it. Can't you hurry that up, Bricks?

Already. Bricks came back carrying a light tripod with a projector mounted on it. And now Kirk's heart sank coldly into the pit of his stomach. He had seen that particular type of projector. before. It was called a vera ray, and it beamed electric impulses in a carefully controlled range that absolutely stunned and demoralized a man's brain, making him temporarily incapable of lying or resisting questioning. Kirk had no information about Earth to give away, but there were plenty of other things in his mind, things of military importance to Lyra

sector that Solar Remos would be only too glad to get hold of. How long now? Ten minutes more? Too long. Even five minutes would be too long, with that projector pounding his skull. He couldn't get up, but he could roll. He rolled, acting on a split-second reflex that caught even taunter by surprise. The projector was only four or five feet away. Bricks and the other men were on top of him again almost at once, but not quite in time. He fetched the tripod a thrashing kick, with both his feet bound together. It fell over. He could not hope that it was broken,

not on this soft carpeted floor, but it would take them time to set it up again. He tried to keep them busy as long as he could, but Tauncer understood perfectly well what he was up to. He pulled his men off and set bricks to adjusting the projector again, and turned to Kirk. "'You may as well spare yourself, Commander. I have my mission, and the military have theirs.

There are three cruisers standing off and on just out of radar range. They got word the moment you landed, and they're already on their way. He smiled briefly. The price you pay for fame, Commander. The fifth is Ferdius Elite Squadron, and nobody gets command of it unless he's in Ferdius' special favor. Friendship is one thing, said Kirk hotly, and favor is another. I don't like your choice of words. He was just talking, words, sounds with no meaning.

Inside he was thinking of Garstang and the Star Song, and all the lives of all the men in her. He had led them here. He looked at Toncer, and he began now to hate him, with a hate as deep and cold as space. Ferdius will tear your heart out, he said. Perhaps, said Toncer, but he may have other things to occupy his mind,

Earth? He's never been there. None of us have. It's only a name, and a half-forgotten one at that. Why should Earth occupy his mind? Why, Taunser? How long is twenty minutes? How long does it take three cruisers to come from point X beyond radar range to target zero? How long does it take a man to realize he's through at last? Brick said again. All ready. Tauntser nodded. Bricks touched a stud on the projector.

As though that touch had done it, a dull and mighty roaring echoed from the desert, the full-throat cry of a heavy cruiser taking off. The men looked startled toward the door. Desperately, Kirk rolled sideways out of the force that was already battering at the edges of his mind. "'You out there!' he shouted at the doorway. "'The men from outside avenged treachery!

Call your Lord!' One of Tauncer's men kicked him alongside the jaw. Kirk shut up, hanging with blind determination to his consciousness. Forethought had provided this one chance. He would not get another. He did not dare to miss it. The cruiser came low over the town. Dust sifted out of the cracks of the stone walls.

The men fell to their knees, covering their heads with their arms. The floor rocked under them, beaten by the rolling ham. hammers of concussion. The ripped sky closed upon itself with a stunning, thundering crash. After a minute or two, the noise and the shock have ebbed away. Silence. The men began to get up, but Kirk did not move. The cruiser came back. The time it was even lower. Garstang must have tickled her belly on the peaked roofs. Christ thought Kirk, he's overdoing it. This time the stones were shaking loose. When it was over, a long, thin shape came in through the doorway.

It was the leader of the tall men who had brought Kirk here. His face was a mask of fear and rage as he spoke to Taunser. You said that if we helped you, you would keep all other outsiders away. We will, said Taunser. Listen. Yes, listen, mocked Kirk. Listen to it coming back. It'll keep coming back unless I walk out of here,

until your town is flattened. The tall man stood hesitating. Then the Star-song roared back over. When it was gone, he picked himself up, and with a knife cut the cords around Kirk's wrists and ankles. Oh, no, said Tonzer, starting forward. You can't. The tall man turned on him, a face livid with frustrated anger. Shall the children of Cluster Kings be destroyed to serve you?

Shall I call my people in? Kirk, scrambling to his feet, saw outside the door the crowd of tall, pale-cloaked men who had gathered. Taunser saw them, too, and stopped. As Kirk picked up the porto and started for the door, the man Bricks cried violently, "'Are we just going to stand here?' Tauncer said, levily. Why, yes, there are times when you do just that.

But I think we'll see the commander again. Kirk went out through the door and through the crowd outside it. No one followed him. He got the porto working and talked fast to Garstang, then dropped the portho and sprinted it out of the town toward the desert. The cruiser dropped down ahead of him, as black and big against the stars as a falling world. The lock yawned open, and Garstang was inside it to meet him.

He started to ask what had happened, but Kirk pushed him bodily away down the corridor, heading for the bridge. Get in there and do your stuff, Joe. We've got three Orion cruisers on our tail, as of the time we landed. At that moment, they heard the voice of the radar man crying out in sudden anguish. Sir! Garstang said in mild reproval,

You ought to give a man more time, Commander. Radar, what's the bearing? All right, stand by. Orders crackled over the intercoms. Men moved swiftly at the control banks. The last thing Kirk heard before the howling roar of takeoff drowned everything was Garstang complaining that this sort of thing was hard on a ship. Then there was a dull crash from somewhere outside.

The Star Song was shaken as though by a great wind. Both Kirk and Garstang had weathered enough fire to know that she had taken no hurt. But the Orion cruisers were in range now, bearing down on them in normal space at planetary speeds. The next shell would likely be a good deal closer. They dared not wait for Star Room to go into overdrive. Hit it! yelled Kirk. Garstang threw the relays open. Siren shrilled and the lights went dim.

The star song shuddered vertigiously. And then they were in overdrive and racing out toward the twin red suns that guarded the entrance to the dragon's throat. The scanners and ultraspeed radar came into play, replacing normal instruments, making an illusion of sight. And the voice of the radar man, said dismally. "'They're still with us, sir. F-type cruisers. Heavy-armed and plenty fast.' For the next quarter of an hour the star-song gained velocity at a suicidal rate,

but the Orion cruisers would not be left behind. The radar man called their coordinates in a steady sing-song, and Garstang ordered more power and more power, keeping one eye on the stress indicators and the other on the overhanging star-cliffs of the throat that seemed to be leaping toward the ship. There was a limit. You could not take the throat too fast. In that swarm of suns, a ship's fabric could be torn apart

in some swift tide of gravity, or vaporized in collision. Garstang had already passed the limit, but the Orionids were refusing to be bluffed. Kirk said nothing. This was Garstang's job, and he let him do it. But he watched the indicators as closely as the captain. Under his feet and all around him, he could feel the star-song quiver, whincing and flinching,

like a live thing now and again as some wild current wrenched at her. His gaze flicked upward to the nebula, like a fiery thunder-cloud above the dragon's throat, and then to the shoaling suns below, with a narrow pass between them. The twin red stars of the binary flashed by and were gone. Suddenly, in the screen that mirrored space astern, a tiny, Any Nova flared and winked away. The star-song trembled, like a running deer that hears the hunter's gun. "'Why to stern?' said Garstang. He looked at the cleft of the throat and shook his head.

But we'll have to slow down for that, and they know it. They'll have time to range us before they come in themselves. They won't,' he added grimly, "'have to come in.' Kirk nodded. So we'll fool them. We won't go into the throat either." Garstang stood silent for a moment. Then he said, "'I was hoping you wouldn't think of that. Have you a better idea, or even a worse one?' "'No.' Garstang took a deep breath and spoke into the communicator.

"'New course. North and Zenith, forty degrees. We're running the nebula, on full autopilot. If anyone wants to pray, go ahead. The Star Song shot upward, plunging high into an area so choked with stellar radiance that it made the dragon's throat seem like empty space. The manual control banks were dark and dead. From the calcrum back of the bridge a new sound came, different from the normal occasional outbursts of chattering. This was a steady sound, a sound of authority, the voice of the Star Song speaking.

She was flying herself now. The men aboard, Captain and Commander, able spaceman and ensign were her charges, depended on her wisdom and her radar vision and her strength. There was nothing they could do but wait. The star-song spiraled higher, her radar system guiding her on a twisting path between the clotted stars.

Then Kirk saw a great gluing edge slide onto the screen and grow into a vastness of dust and cosmic drift, illumined by the half-smothered stars it webbed. The Orionid cruisers had altered course and were coming after them. But the Star-song was already skimming through glowing arms that reached like misty tentacles searching for other stars to trap and feed upon. Once in the cloud she would be screened from the cruiser's radar beams by the most effective scrambling device in space, the nebula itself.

Effective, yes, but potentially as deadly as Orion had worn. warheads. The only difference was that with the nebula you had a chance. Against three cruisers, you had none. Kirk strapped himself into the recoil chair beside Garstang. Nothing moved now within the ship. The frail, breakable organism of breath and heart and bone were encased in protective webs.

This was the hour of the ship, the hour of steel and flame and the racing electron, faster than thought. The Star Song spoke to herself in the calc room and plunged headlong into the cloud. End of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 of Battle for the Stars by Edmund Hamilton. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Battle for the stars. Chapter 3

The universe was swallowed up in golden light, in racing, streaming tides of luminous dust. Like an undersea ship of old, the star-song raced with the gleaming currents and burst through denser, darker deeps, where the stars were faint and far away, to leap once more into a glory of wild light, where the drowned suns burn like torches in a mist. And the voice in the calcrum rose to an unhuman crying as the computer strained to take in the overwhelming surge of data from defensive radar, analyze it, and send imperative of commands to the control relays.

It had almost a sound of insane music in it, that voice, and the star-song danced to it, whirling and swaying between the fragments of the drift that threatened her with instant destruction if she folded for a fraction of a second. Kirk, half-dazed, clung to his padded chair and gasped her breath and felt and listened. The same illusion gripped him now that had mastered him before when forced to run a cloud, the feeling that the suns and star worlds were all gone, that he was enrapped in the primal fire mists of creation. Mighty tides seemed to bear the ship forward.

Everything was a boiled and whirl of light. Mill-race current seemed to rush them endlessly through infinity, with all space and time cancelled out. He wondered briefly once how the Orionids were doing, and then forgot them. The agony, the intoxication, the godlike joy, and the terror were far too great to admit any petty worries about anything human. Then, with almost shocking abruptness, they broke into clear space, and the cloud was behind them. Like men enchanted, waking from a dream, Kirk and Garstang shook themselves and stood erect again,

and the voice of the Star-song was stilled, and human voices spoke once more. And human problems were still with them. Somewhat farther astern now, but still doggedly following, three tiny flecks of darkness came after them out of the cloud. Kirk went into the calm room and made contact with his squadron far ahead. He gave crisp orders, and then rejoined Garstang on the bridge. Larn is on his way, he said. Can you keep clear?

I can, said Garstang, and ordered full power. He had nothing between him and the Pleiades now. but light-years of elbow-room, and he took full advantage of it. The Orion Cruisers apparently had intercepted Kirk's message and made a frantic last attempt to overhaul him. When that proved impossible, and their trial shots fell so far short that it was obvious the range could not be made before the Star-song reached the point of convergence with the squadron, they turned tail and ran back for the cluster.

When the squadron did arrive, space was empty of everything but themselves and the distant stars. The hard, excited voice of Larned, Kirk's vice-commander, came rapidly as they joined the squadron. So there is an Orionid base in there. By God, we'll soon... No, Kirk cut in. There was no base in there.

There was a trap for me, only I still don't know just why they said it. He went to the comm room and set up a message on the coding machine. top secret to Ferdius at Vega, briefly detailing his encounter with Tauncer. Am unable to explain interest in Earth and your plans concerning? Suggest attempt to distract from some other objective? Await instructions, Kirk. In a remarkably short time, the answer came back. Report Vega at once with full squadron.

And it added, Unfortunately, no distraction. Furteus. Looking at the cryptic tape, Kirk had an uneasy feeling that he had, all unknowingly, stepped over one of those thresholds into a new phase of existence, where nothing was going to be quite the same as it had been ever again. He had once more that premonition that the pace,

the tempo of the great game for Sons, was about to step up still faster. He said nothing of that to Garstang or the others. To them, the unexceptive. expected recall to home base meant an unlooked-for leave. And to him, it would mean returning to Lillen sooner than he had hoped. But even that could not quite banish his uneasiness. The squadron wheeled in tight formation and set its course toward the great blue-white sun that burned in Lyra, capital of a mighty sector that was in everything but name an empire of

stars. When they made their world fall, when the squadron swept down through the bluish glare over Vega Town and landed on the spaceport. Larned came at once from his own ship. The vice-commander, a blocky, brusk and competent young man bristled with questions. What the devil is all this about, Kirk? Pulling us in like this. I haven't an idea, Kirk said, but I'm about to find out. Call Lidland for me and tell her I'll be along soon. An air car with a uniform driver took him across the great city. It was really two cities. The older city of graceful white towers had been built long ago by the native vagans,

Lillens people. But then, more than a century ago, the starships had come to Vega, the first wave of explorers and colonizers from the inner galaxy. They had not been all Earthmen, even though that wave had first started from Earth. By the time they reached here, Earthmen had already mixed and made it with many other human starfolk. It was these newcomers who had built the new part of Vega town. It was to the newer city that the air car took him,

to the looming, dominating mass of government house. A lift took him down from the roof, and he went through the corridors, a tall man with a faintly worried look on his copper-bronzed face. Efficient secretary shunted him smoothly and quickly into a room few people ever entered. It seemed a small room to be the center of government of so many stars. cars. For this was the center. The sectors each had their elected legislatures, but it was the governors who wielded the power. "'Stop saluting, Kirk,' said Ferdius. "'You know you're at ease when you step in here?' Ferdius came around the desk. He limped from the crash of a class twenty long ago, but you never

remembered his limp, or how small a man he was. You saw only his face, and when you saw it, you knew why, the age of forty, he was one of the five great governors. "'Now let's have it,' he said. Kirk let him have it, the full story of the trap in the cluster, and Ferdy's face got just a trifle longer. He said, finally, "'you had no business going in alone, but since you got out, I'm glad you did it, for I'm sure now of what I only suspected before. In his eagerness to find out how much I know, Solar Remus has told me what I wanted to know.

Kirk, frankly, puzzled, said, I just don't get it. What is Ferdius planning to do about Earth? What plans would you have about it? Ferdius limped back to his chair and sat down, and then looked up keenly. Kirk, you're at least half-earth-blood. Tell me, how do you feel about Earth? Kirk said,

But I've never been there. You know that. I was born in a transport off Arcturus, and have never been farther back in than Procyon. I know, but what do you think about Earth? Kirk made a gesture. What's there to think about? It's a third-rate planet from what I hear,

important only because star flight began there. Its Galactic Council tried to hold all the galaxy together in one government. But, of course, that proved impossible. Hell, it's hard enough to hold a sector together, let alone the whole galaxy. But Earth isn't any of the sectors, of course, said Ferdius. Kirk looked at him keenly. Of course not.

Sector governors don't touch Earth's small federal district. He stopped. He said, after a moment, Or do they? Do they, Ferdius? Solarimus would like to, said Ferdin. Ferdius. Kirk was astonished. You mean he wants to take Earth into Orion sector? He wants to very much indeed, said the other. Listen, Kirk, solar-rema's pressure on our borders lately has

been only a cover-up. It's Earth he's after. But why? That unimportant little star system? Is it so unimportant? Ferdius' blue eyes, hot and flaring now, fascinated Kirk. Materially, maybe it is, a worn-out third-rate world. But psychologically, it's a very important world indeed. Think of the earthblood mingled in all the galaxy races now, in you and in me, and half the civilized peoples. Think of the feelings they have, perhaps without altogether realizing it,

toward that old planet they've never seen. They know it no longer directs things, they know its counsel and navy are a shadowy sham. but still it's Earth. It's the old center of things, the old heart world. Suppose one of the other governors gets Earth into his sector and speaks from it thereafter. Kirk saw it now. He realized, not for the first time, that when it came to galactic intrigue, he was a babe in arms. It would give any of the rival governors a colossal psychological advantage to make the old center of the galaxy his seat of government.

Commands that came from Earth would have a psychological potency hard to withstand. But you're not going to let Solarimus get away with it, he exclaimed. No, Kirk, I don't want Earth, but I'm not going to let Orion Sector grab it either. He went on. Solarimus knows I'll try to stop him. That's why he had Taunzer, his right-hand man, set that little trap for you. They know I trust you.

They hoped I'd have told you how I planned to block them. Kirk looked at him and then said, How are you going to stop them? Ferdiya said, There's a big celebration coming up on Earth soon, the 200th anniversary of the first spaceflight from Earth. It means a lot to them. Their council invited me to send an official delegation

to represent Lyra Sector, so I'm sending you. Kirk stared. Me? To earth? But what can I do if— Ferdius interrupted. The fifth squadron will go with you,

to take part in the commemoration pageant, the flyover. Now Kirk began to understand. Then, if Solarimus tries anything, the fifth will be there waiting for him? Exactly. Ferdius spoke the word like a wolf's name. I know Solarima's intentions. I know about when he plans his grab for Earth.

Earth can't stop him, not with their small forces, but the Fifth can. Kirk felt a bit stunned. Fighting the hidden border wars of the rival governors was one thing, but a full-fledged struggle between sectors back there at Old Earth was quite another. It could rock the galaxy. Ferdius went on, matter-of-factly.

"'You'll take off five days from now. You may be there a while, so you'll take full supply auxiliaries and transports.' Kirk looked up. Transports meant the families of all personnel would accompany the squadron, and that meant Lillen would go with him. He was glad of that. But when we get there, he said, besides taking part in that celebration, what do we do?'

Ferdia said, "'Go and look up your ancestral home.' "'My what? "'Ancestral home. "'Place where the Kirk's came from on Earth. "'I had it hunted out, and it's still standing. "'It's in Orville, a place near the city, New York. "'You go and look it up first thing.'

Kirk began to get it. "'You'll send me orders there.' "'You'll hear from me, "'and you'll get warning if Solarimus moves on Earth.' But Kirk, one more thing. Yes? You're not to talk of this to anyone. Anyone.

Kirk, as the air car took him homeward across the city, hardly saw the brilliant vaguen capital flashing by beneath. He was badly worried. A deadly, secret galactic struggle was moving toward crisis, and he was not the man to combat conspiracies. He was no good at plots and plans. But, and his jaw set hard, If Solarimus did try to grab Earth by force, there was one thing the fifth was very good at,

and that was fighting. He couldn't tell Lillin about any of this, not against Ferdius' strict injunction. But at least she would be going with him this time, and that would be good news to her. He strode eagerly into the med-alloy cottage that was home to him. Its familiar rooms were cool and silent. He found Lillin waiting for him on the terrace. The blue sun was touching the hills, and the sky was flooded with a purple dusk. Lillen came toward him.

She was all vaguen and looked it. Her flesh showed pale as new gold, with the darker masses of her hair picking up the same tint and turning it to copper. She was dressed in the fashion of her own people, in a chatton so mistily transparent that her fine slender body seemed to be draped in a bit of the oncoming dusk itself. He held her, and then told her his news, and was surprised that it did not seem to make her happy. "'To Earth?' she murmured. "'Just for the spaceflight anniversary?'

"'It's strange.' "'But this time you'll be with me,' he said. "'Not on the voyage. You'll ride transport, of course, but on Earth all the time I'm there.' "'How long will that be, Kirk?' He did know and said so. Lillen's face shadowed subtly, but she had a way of silence, and it was not until later that night that she spoke of it.

She said suddenly, I shall hate it at earth. Kirk was shocked. But why in the world? That's ridiculous. A place you've never seen and hardly know about? It's your place, your people, not mine. She was not looking at him. You'll be going home.

"'But what will they think of me there? "'What will you think of me there among your own people?' Kirk turned her around with rough and angry hands. "'I'm ashamed of you. "'If you could even think a thing like that,' he shook her. "'Listen to me. "'Earth is no more to me than it is to you. "'It's a name, a place where my grandfather five times removed,

"'hapened to be born. "'I have as much blood of other worlds in me as earthblood. and as for you. Her eyes had tears in the corners of them now. Her mouth was soft and uncertain like a child's. He said in a different tone, No matter where we go, you'll be Lillen, and I love you. She came close in the circle of his arms,

and she kissed him with a wild possessiveness, and her lips were bitter with those sudden tears. But Kirk felt that she was not convinced. She had the vague and pride, and if they traded her at Earth like a freak, an alien. In the depth of his soul, he cursed Solarimus and his ambitious schemes, for the worry that was in him had deepened. The danger that the fifth was going into, the danger that would explode if that unscrupulous grab for the old planet was attempted, was not the only one.

He felt now that beside that there was another, subtler danger waiting for Lillin and himself at Earth. End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Of Battle for the Stars, by Edmund Hamilton. This Liberbox recording is in the public domain. Battle for the Stars. Chapter 4.

The squadron was out of overdrive, cruising at normal approach velocity. There was a sun ahead in space. Compared to the blazing giants of deep space, it was not much, merely a small yellow star, looking rather lonely in the midst of a great emptiness. Kirk studied it. The son. Not just any son, the son. How should he feel about it?

Like a child seeing its father for the first time, or like a man returning to an ancient hearth that has long ago lost any meaning for him. Kirk searched his heart, and nothing came. It was only another star. Garstang touched his arm and pointed, to where far off a little green planet swung to meet them. Earth. The squadron rushed toward it, the cruisers and supply ships and transports, the men and women and children, strangers from the far reaches of the galaxy. And yet, not quite strangers either, for the names that had come from this world were still among them,

and the traditions, and even some of the blood. Two hundred years ago, their forefathers had left it, and now they were coming back. A quiet had settled on the bridge. Kirk supposed it was the same with the whole squadron, everybody staring and thinking his or her own thoughts. He wondered what Lillen was thinking, and wished she were with him instead of back there in one of the transports. Earth came closer. He could see clouds, and the white splash of a polar cap. Closer still, and there were seas, and the outlines of continents.

Colors began to show more clearly, and the land became ridged with mountain chains. Great lakes took form, and dark green areas of forest and winding rivers. A nice world, a pretty world. Kirk hated it. Its other name was trouble. Why did Ferdius have to pick us for this job? Unconsciously, he had spoken aloud, or loud enough for Garstang to hear.

"'It's only for a visit,' said Garstang. "'Just a celebration. What's wrong with that?' His tone was mild, without mockery. But Kirk looked at him sharply. He knew that Garstang and Larnet and all his other officers and men must have been talking and wondering, wondering why they had been pulled out of their needful place for this rather meaningless celebration.

They came down past the shoreline of a blue-green ocean, passed a city that sprawled over islands and peninsulas and up inland river valleys, and then beneath them was a big spaceport. The squadron roared into its appointed landing, bristling on its best behavior. Every ship set down with masterly precision, and there was a crowd assembled there to meet it. Flags whipped in the wind. The brassy music of a band blared out, immensely stirring with a solemn throb of drums beneath it. The men of the Fifth debarked and formed in marching order, every boot polished and every

uniform immaculate, a solid line of blue and silver glittering in the soft blaze of this golden sun. Kirk felt the heat of it on his face. His heel struck solidly on the ground, and the wind touched him, balmally, laid with fragrances strange to him. And he thought, This is Earth. He looked around at it. He could see only the spaceport, and that was old and worn and poor. The tarmac was cracked and blackened. The ancient buildings weathered. Opposite the squadron were drawn up twelve cruisers with the old insignia of the Galactic Navy on their bows, and with their crews standing at attention in front of them. Those old, small ships! Why, they were class fourteens, obsolete for years. He supposed they

were all Earth had. Two men walked towards the world. him. One was a middle-aged civilian, the other an arrow-straight elderly man in black uniform that also bore the old Navy insignia. He stiffly returned Kirk's salute. "'Nice landing, commander,' he said. "'I'm First Admiral Laney, and I welcome your squadron.' Incredulously, Kirk realized that the old Admiral was keeping up the pretense that the fifth squadron was still part of the Navy. It was so preposterous, it was funny. for a century had the old Galactic Navy had any real existence. Its staff never sent any orders out to the squadrons of the five governors.

Any more than Central Council dared send orders to the governors themselves. Yet this old Earth officer was trying hard, in front of the crowd, to act as though he really were Kirk's superior officer. Then, seeing the faintly desperate look in Lainey's eyes, Kirk softened. After all, what difference did it make? It was only a pretense, and he felt sorry for the old chap trying to play his part. He saluted again and said, Fifth Squadron, Kirk commanding, reporting for orders, sir.

A look of grateful relief crossed Laney's face. He said uncertainly, "'At ease, commander. Let me present Council Chairman John Chartierrez.' Chartaris, a green, eager, anxious man, shook hands warmly. He began a little speech into the telecammers close by. "'We welcome back one of the gallant squadrons of the Galactic Navy to take part in our commemoration of—'

When the speeches and handshaking and band-playing were over, Kirk gave an order and his men broke ranks. Larnet came up to him. "'Shall we debark our people now?' The old Admiral told Kirk, "'Corders are all ready for them.' Chart Terrace said, But you and your wife, commander, must be my guests.

They walked back between the lofty looming ships. The women and children and babies of the men of the fifth started coming out of the transports, and efficient earth officers began smoothly shuttling them into cars to take them to their quarters. From around the fences, a big crowd of earth folk watched interestingly. Of a sudden, for the first time, his men's family seemed a little outlandish to Kirk. The women and children were of so many

different star peoples, so many different ways of speech and dress. He looked resentfully for amusement in the earth faces, but could not detect any. At the transport, he excused himself and went into Lillen's cabin. He stopped short when he saw her. He had never seen her like this. She wore an earth-style dress of impeccable lines, was perfect in a smart, sophisticated way. She still didn't look like an earthwoman, not with that skin and eyes and hair, but she looks stunning, and he said so. I'm glad I look civilized enough for your people, Lillen said sweetly. My people? Kirk drew back stiffly. So, you're still brooding on that? That's fine. I'm not in a tough enough spot here. My wife has to get super sensitive and make it

tougher. Lillan's expression changed. What kind of spot? He was silent. She looked at him steadily. It's something dangerous, isn't it? I'd have told you if it was something I could tell you, he said, you know that. Will you forget it? And forget about these people being my people. He went out with her, and Lillan went through the introductions, cool and proud. Kirk told Larnet aside, Two days leaves for all personnel in regular rotation. Port facilities will take care of refitting and fueling.

Larnet grunted. I've seen better facilities on fifth-rate planets. Bloody old, but we'll make out. Charteris car swept them along a broad highway to New York. It had a stiff, strange look to Kirk. Its vertical towers huddled together bold and black against the setting sun. He thought it a cramped and crowded place, though Charteris' terrace apartment high above the myriad lights was pleasant.

There was a dinner there that night, and drinks, and more speeches, and much talk about the commemoration. Sector politics were unobtrusively avoided. Kirk fretted and worried through it all. What was Solarimus doing? Where were his squadrons? Ferdius had said he'd get warning if they moved, but would that warning come in time? In the morning he found Chartaris oddly changed.

He looked at Kirk with a queerly doubtful expression. Kirk said, Before we make arrangements about the commemoration, I, oh, there's no hurry about that, Charteris said hastily. Then suddenly he asked, Do you know if Orion Sector will send a token squadron to? Alarm rang a bell in Kirk's brain instantly. What was behind the question?

Had Chartarice heard something that he hadn't? He answered. Why, no, I don't. But surely you would know. Charteris continued to eye him with that dubious expression, as he said. We sent an invitation to Governor Solerima's to take part, of course, but doubtless we'll soon hear from him. Kirk thought swiftly, he has heard something, something that he doesn't want me to know.

But what? Was Orion already moving? Were Orioned forces coming to Earth on the excuse of the celebration just as he had? He get no information from Charteris. He better contact Ferdius as quickly as possible. He was only a naval commander, and he felt an enormous desire for definite orders in this crisis. He could only get such orders at the rendezvous Ferdius had told him to go to. Kirk said casually,

While I'm here on earth, I want to look up my ancestors' old home here, and now would be a good time. It's in a village not too far away, I understand. If we could borrow a ground car. Charterra seemed glad to comply. Of course. A sentimental pilgrimage in a way. Very understandable. Kirk refused the offer of a driver. But by the time he and Lillen got out of New York and were rolling northward, he almost regretted that decision. It seemed ridiculous for a man who could pilot a squadron half across the galaxy in full overdrive, but the traffic frightened him.

He hadn't done much driving, and certainly none on highways like this big northern boulevard. On this crowded earth, people apparently still used ground cars in great numbers for short distances, and it was not until they branched off on a subsidiary highway that Kirk felt easy. He said then, I want to explain about this ancestral home business.

Lillen, looking straight ahead, said, You don't have to explain. It's perfectly natural that you should want to see where your people came from. Will you stop behaving like a woman and listen? He said angrily. My people again. What the devil would I care where my seventh-grade grandfather lived? I'm doing what Ferdius ordered.

He added, I wasn't supposed to tell you even that. but I couldn't very well go off on this supposed sentimental pilgrimage without you. Lillan's expression changed. Then there'll be someone from Ferdius to meet you there secretly, is that it? And I'm not to know about what. That's it, he said. Ferdius orders were not to tell anyone.

He thought that Lillan looked somehow relieved. I don't mind. I'm worried. I wish I knew. but it's all right if you can't tell me. It came to him that she was relieved to learn he didn't really care about his earth ancestors, that that had only been an excuse.

Kirk felt a sharp relief himself to be on his way to Orville, to the old house there where Ferdius agent would be waiting to tell him what to do. In this gathering crisis he couldn't act blindly. It was vital to get directive information as soon as possible. They turned off the big boulevard onto quiet, tree-lined back roads.

These roads were old and rambling, accommodatingly twisting around hills and ponds and even houses. Some of the houses were modern chrome-alloy villas, but there were antique stone houses also. And once, he and Lillen both exclaimed when they saw a very old house that was built all of wood. Out here, away from the city, everything looked ancient. stone fences that had the moss of sentries on them, a steeple church mantled thick with ivy, worn fields that had been tilled for ages. In the fields, driverless automatic tractors were lumbering about their work,

but there seemed little bustle or activity. Kirk thought that this was an old, worn world. A brilliant bird flashed across the road, and he and Lillen argued what it was. A robin, I think, Kirk's. said doubtfully. In school, when I was little, we had an old earth poem about Robin Redbreast.

I didn't know then what it was. Not nearly so splendid as a flamebird, Lillen said. But the red of it and the green trees and the blue sky? It's a pretty world in its way. They roll finally down a little hill and over a bridge stream into the town of Orville. It was only a village,

with shops around a big, open square. There was a corroded statue of a soldier at the center of the park and benches on which old men sat in the sun. Kirk asked directions of a merchant standing in front of his shop, a chubby man who stared open-mouthed at the two visitors. And Kirk suddenly realized how strange indeed they must look in this sleepy little earth village. He in his blue and silver starman's uniform, his face dark from foreign sons, and Lillen whose beauty was a breath of the alien. He was glad to drive on out of the village on the designated road. It was an even more rambling road, looping casually along the side of a shallow valley

whose neat farms and fields and woods lay silent in the blaze of the soft golden sun. They met no other ground cars, though an occasional air car hummed across the blue sky. Kirk kept counting houses, and when he had counted five, he turned in at a lane and stopped. The house was a fieldstone, an ancient brown dumpy structure that had a faintly forlorn, deserted look. Under the big, stiff, dark green trees in its front yard, were they the trees called pines? The grass was high and ragged. The lane went on past the house, passed an orchard of gnarled trees heavy with green fruit, to a big old barn.

There was no one in sight and no sign that anyone was here. "'Are you sure it's the place?' asked Lillen. He nodded, moving toward the porch. "'It's the place. Ferdius had his agent here by it weeks ago, so we'd have this quiet place for contacts. There should be someone here.' There was a bell push at the door, but no one answered it.

Kirk tried the door. It swung open, and they went in. They went into a room such as they had never seen before. The walls were of painted wood instead of plastic. The furniture was wooden, too, and of archaic design. The room, the house, were very silent. "'Look at this,' said Lillen in tones of surprise. She was touching a chair, and the chair rocked back and forth on its bottom. "'I thought it was a child's toy, but it's not made for a child.'

He shook his head. "'Beyond me. and it's beyond me too why Ferdius man isn't here. He called, but there was no answer. He went through all the rooms, and there was no one. Kirk felt a mounting alarm. Had something gone wrong with Ferdius' careful plans? Where was Ferdius agent?

Where was the man who should have met him in this secret rendezvous with the information and orders he must have? Suppose that man didn't come. Who then could give him warning of Solterimo's strike? if Orion did strike. End of Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Of Battle for the Stars

by Edmund Hamilton. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Battle for the Stars. Chapter 5. Kirk stood, his dismay and anxiety increasing by the minute. What was he going to do? He said, finally, We'll have to wait.

Ferdius Man is, is bound to be along soon. You mean, perhaps stay here all night? said Lillen. But food and beds! We'd better look around, he said unhappily. They found fairly new blankets on the beds, and in the old kitchen cupboards

was food in the self-heating plastic packs. We can make out, he said, but it's a hell of a thing. While Lillen prepared their supper, he went out and restlessly walked around, around the place. The weedy yard ran into brushy fields and nearby woods. The old barn was empty, and the outbuildings were shabby and forlorn. He did not think much of Earth, if this was a sample. He went back inside and helped Lillen solve the puzzle of an ancient sink. Even the

reddening sunset light pouring through the windows could not make the old wooden walls and worn cupboards look less stingy. He said so, and Lillen smiled. It's not so bad. We'll eat out on the back porch. It's less musty there. The porch was not screened, and friendly insects dropped in upon them as they ate. The whole western sky was a flare of red,

great bastions of crimson cloud building ever higher. Under the sunset, beyond the fields, the ragged woods brooded darkly. A small animal came soundlessly out of the high grass and stared at them with greenish eyes. What is it, Kirk? A wild creature? He looked. It's a cat. That's what it is.

An earthman in the Star Dream had one for a pet, kept it at base. He called it Tom. He tossed a bit of food onto the step. Here, Tom. The cat stalked carefully forward, eyed them coldly, then bent to the food. After a moment it turned its back on them and departed. darkness fell. Kirk began to feel a little desperation. Furniest man hadn't come. What if he didn't come at all? How long could they wait in this forgotten backwater, not knowing what was going on out there in deep space?

Lillen said, "'Isn't it possible your man is waiting in Orville, that village, and doesn't know you're here?' It could be, I suppose. Kirk grasped at the straw. I'll go down to the village. If he's there, he'll see me. Mind waiting, just in case someone does come here? She said she didn't mind,

but he took the compact shocker from his coat pocket and left it for her before he went out. Kirk drove rapidly down the lonely, dark road to the village. But the little town looked dark and lonely too when he got there. The shops were almost all closed. He saw only a few people. It was very quiet. In the shadows of the square, the old iron soldier stood stiffly.

The lights of a tavern caught Kirk's eye, and he went toward it. It seemed about the only place where his man might be, and he needed a drink anyway. He shouldered in, and instantly a small buzz of talk fell silent. Kirk went to the bar, and the men at the farther end of it followed him with their eyes. The tavern keeper, a bustling, skinny man, hurried up and tried to act as though a deep-space naval commander was no unusual visitor at all. "'Yes, sir, what'll it be?' Kirk's eyes searched the rack of unfamiliar bottles.

He shook his head. "'You pick it. Something strong and short.' "'Yes, sir. Some fine old whiskey right here.' "'Whiskey? Well, he'd heard of that. He drank it and didn't like it.'

He let his eyes rest on the other man. Could one of them be furtious agent? He didn't think so. Most of these men looked like farmers or mechanics, hearty-looking, sunburned men, the younger ones tall and gangling. One was a very old man with a straggling beard who shamelessly stared at Kirk with bright, beady eyes.

They were unfriendly, but they were aloof. Kirk had an idea he'd get a little out of this insular bunch. He might as well go, None of these would be furtious man. But as he set his glass down, the bearded old man limped forward, peering bright-eyed and inquisitive at him. "'You're the fellow who was asking directions to the old Kirk place to-day,' he said almost accusingly. Kirk nodded. That's right.

The old Earthman was obviously waiting for an explanation. It occurred to Kirk that he'd better give one, if he didn't want this whole countryside wondering audibly why a star man had come here. He said, Kirk's my name. My great-great-something-grandfather, a long time ago, came from here. I'm just looking up the old place, that's all. He turned to go then, feeling that he was wasting time here. But one of the middle-aged Earthmen came forward to him with hand outstretched. Why, if your folks came from here, that makes you sort of an Orville boy, doesn't it? What do you know about that? Vincennes's my name, Captain,

"'Commander,' Kirk corrected as he shook hands. "'Glad to know you. I guess I'll be on my way.' "'Say now, not without me buying you a drink!' boomed Vincent. "'Not every day one of our own boys comes back from way out there.' There was a course of agreement, and more outstretched hands and hearty introductions. Kirk stared at them in wonder. "'What in the world?' Then he got it.

All over space, the pride of Earthmen was proverbial, and their clannishness. He'd met it, and he didn't like it. He was therefore all the more astonished now that they should suddenly accept him as one of their own. Seven generations, and the whole width of the galaxy between him and this place, yet they claimed him as one of our own boys. He wanted to get out now. He'd found no trace of furious agent here, and time was passing, but it wasn't easy to get out. More men kept coming into the tavern as word got around, to shake hands with and buy a drink for the Orville boy from far off space.

Vincent, a jovial master of ceremonies, rattled on with introductions Kirk only half heard. Jim Barnes, whose farms up beyond your folks' old place. Here's old Pete Marley. He can remember when there were still Kirk's living there. On and on until in desperation. Kirk thanked them and shouldered toward the door. "'Have to go. My wife's waiting,' he said,

and a friendly chorus of voices bade him good night. "'I'll ride with you far as my own house,' said Vincent. Kirk was sweating as he drove out of the village. A hell of a way to conduct a secret job with the whole village bawling his name, and it had got him nowhere. Vincent's house was the second on the same road. As he got out of the car, he said,

"'Sure does beat all you're coming back from so far. "'Shows it's a small world.' "'It's a small galaxy,' Kirk said, and Vincent nodded. "'Sure is. Well, I'll be seeing you. Drop over. Good night.' As Kirk drove on, he was faintly startled by an upgush of yellow light that silhouetted the bending trees ahead. A great segment of silver was rising in the sky. Then he realized it was that moon that they'd passed on their way in.

The moon of Earth, the moon of the old Earth poems people still read. Not too impressive, but pretty. But how the threads of all you'd read and heard kept subtly running back to this old planet. He supposed some of these flowers whose fragrance he could smell on the warm night air were roses. Funny, how much you knew about Earth that you didn't realize you knew. The old road gleamed beneath the rising moon. He glanced up at the star-pricked sky.

Had the Kirk, who was his seventh grandfather, all those years ago, looked at the starry sky as he walked this same road? He must have. He'd looked too long, and finally he had gone out to that sky and not come back. The house was dark when he turned in at the lane, but he saw Lillan's dim figure sitting on the front porch. No, no one came, she said as he sat down beside her. "'And no sign of any agent of Ferdius in the village,' Kirk said.

"'A fine thing. We'll have to wait.' They sat a while in the soft, warm darkness. Kirk's thoughts were more and more gloomy. They couldn't wait here forever, yet he had to make contact as Ferdius had ordered. Strange glowing little sparks of light drifted across his vision, and now he became aware that the whole dark yard and woods were swarming with such floating sparks. They winked on and off, in a fashion he had never seen,

dancing and whirling under the dark trees. "'What are they?' asked Lillen fascinated. "'Fireflies?' Kirk said doubtfully. "'I remember that word from somewhere.' Then he suddenly started and exclaimed, "'Hell, what?' A small sinuous body had suddenly plopped into his lap. Two green eyes looked insolently up at him.

It was the cat. "'It's very tame,' said Lillen. "'It must have been somebody's pet.' "'Probably belonged to the last people who lived here,' Kirk said. "'It's tame, all right.' He stroked its furry back. The cat half closed its eyes and emitted a rusty purring sound. "'Like that, eh, Tom?'

Tom settled down cozily in answer. Lillen reached to stroke its head. With startling swiftness, the cat recoiled from her and leapt off Kirk's lap. It stared green-eyed back at them, then started across the lawn. Kirk turned laughing. Crazy little critter! He stopped suddenly. Lillen, what's the matter?

She was crying, and he had rarely seen her cry. Did it scratch you? No, but it feared me and hated me, she said, because it knew I'm alien. Kirk said, Oh, rot! The wretched beast is just afraid of strangers. It wasn't afraid of you.

It sense that I'm different. He put his arm around her, mentally cursing Tom. Then, as he wrathfully looked after the cat, Kirk stiffened. Tom had started across the lawn toward the dark brush nearby, but the cat had stopped. And as Kirk looked, Tom suddenly emitted a hiss. and recoiled. It went away from the dark clumps in long, swift leaps. Kirk's thoughts raced. The cat had recalled from that brush, exactly as it had

recorded from Lillen. For the same reason? Because someone alien, not of Earth, was in those shadows? He thought he could hear a slight sound, and his muscles suddenly strung tight. Ferdius agent wouldn't approach so secretly. Non-Earthmen skulking in those shadows meant only one thing. He said, "'Come on in the house and forget it, Lillen. I could stand another drink.' But instantly, when inside the house, Kirk made a lunge toward the nearest bedroom and grabbed for the blankets there. He tossed one of the blankets to Lillen with frantic speed. "'Wrap it around your head, quick!' She was intelligent, but she was not used to

obeying orders instantly and without question. "'Cirk, what?' He grabbed the blanket out of her hands and started wrapping many times around her head, speaking in a whisper as he did so. "'Out there, someone! If they want to be quiet about it, they're sure to use a sonic knockout beam. Hurry!' He pulled her to the floor. The blanket swathed her head. He wrapped the other one around his own head, fold at her fold. They lay, tense, waiting. Nothing happened. He thought how foolish they would look, lying on the floor with their head swathed if nothing at all did happen. He still did not move. He waited. A series of small sounds began in the back of the

house, just vaguely audible through the blanket folds. A chattering of windows, creaking and rattling of beams, clink of dishes. The sounds came slowly through the house toward them. Chatter, rattle, leisurely advancing. He knew then he'd guessed right. The sonic beam itself was pitched too low to hear, but it was sweeping the house. It hit them. Lillen stirred suddenly with a small sound, and Kirk gripped her arm, holding her down. He knew what she was feeling. He felt it himself, the sudden shocking dizziness, the keening inside his head. Even through the swathings of thick blanket, the beam made itself felt. Without protection, they'd already be unconscious. The shock passed. The beam was sweeping on to the

the front of the house. Kirk remained on the floor, his hand still holding Lillen's arm. He'd used Sonics himself. He had a pretty good idea of how this one would be used. He was right. The small, half-audible sounds of the house and its shuddering contents came walking back toward them. Chatter, clink, rattle, clink. It hit him again, and he set his teeth and endured it. And again it passed them, and once more the kitchen dishes started talking. Kirk suddenly thought of the unsuspecting earth folk in the nearby farms, sleeping peacefully in their old houses, without ever a dream that in their quiet countryside, alien folk from the stars were pitted in a secret struggle that had this whole ancient planet

as its prize. The sound shut off abruptly. Kirk unwrapped his head and twitched at Lillen till she did the same. He made a warning motion to her to keep down, and he himself crawled forward to the old living-room. He had the little shocker in his hand now. In a corner of the living-room, behind a grotesque old table, he waited. There was no sound at all. Then there was one. Footsteps on the porch outside, coming fast and confidently to the door. A man came into the room. He wore a dark space jacket and slacks. He carried a shocker, and he walked like a dancing panther. Kirk knew him. His name was Tonzer. End of Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Of Battle for the Stars,

by Edmund Hamilton. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Battle for the Stars, Chapter 6. Behind Taunser came an older man, as gray, unsolic and rough at the edges as an old brick. He could have been an earth-y-thor-y-earthed. man and probably was. He was loaded down with a porto, and some other piece of equipment in a carrying case slung over his shoulders. Taking no chances at all, but allowing himself to feel a deep and vicious pleasure, Kirk fired from behind the table. Even so, warned by some faint sound or perhaps only by the instinct of the hunter, taunser swung toward him in the instant before the burst of energy hit. He did not quite have time to fire. The impetus of the turn made him hurdle

halfway across the room to hit the floor headlong. The brick-like man was slower. He had only managed to open his mouth and lift his hand halfway toward his armpit when Kirk's second blast dropped him quietly where he stood. Kirk got up. He found that he was shaking. He looked down at taunts her, thinking how easily a man could die, flexing his fingers in a hungry way. Lillen came into the open doorway, and he said angrily, You were to stay back there. Her eyes did not leave his face. She murmured, Yes, I did wrong. Then, looking at the sprawled bodies, are they dead? We're not out on the sector frontier, Kirk growled. I wish we were. But here on the

these old planets, they take violence seriously. No, I just used stunning bursts on them. He rummaged the house until he found wire and bound the hands of the two men very securely behind them. Then he searched them. He did not find any documents, which was no surprise. He removed a shocker from the brick-like man and took it and the portho and the heavy carrying case far out of reach. The carrying case contained a vera-ray projector with its tripod collapsed. Possibly the same one Taunser had tried to use on him in the cluster world. Taunser seemed extremely fond of the Vera-ray.

Probably, in his business, he never traveled without one. He gave Lillin the shocker that Tauncer had dropped. Watch them. Back in a moment. He went out and rapidly, carefully searched the grounds of the old. farmhouse. He found the sonic device squatting heavily behind a bush. He stood by it for some moments, perfectly still, listening, but there was no sound except the faint stirring of the breeze. There did not seem to be anyone else around. Tauncer and the Earthman must have come alone.

Kirk frowned. He picked up the sonic device and stood for a second longer, uneasy but baffled. There was no sign of an air car. They must have landed far back in the woods to avoid betraying themselves by the noise of the motors. But he could not search the whole woods, not to-night. He went back to the house. "'They're coming around,' said Lillen. She was sitting in a chair in front of the two-bound men watching them.

She rocked back and forth in a rhythmic motion, making the old floorboard squeak. "'Look,' she said, in a voice just a little too high. "'I found out what this queer chair is for. It's rather pleasant.' "'I don't find it so,' said taunts her suddenly. "'The creaking irritates me.' He opened his eyes and Kirk had the feeling that he had been keeping them clothes for some time, shamming, while he took stock of the situation. "'Well,' he said to Kirk,

I'm an acknowledged expert on the Sano Beam. Would you mind telling me how you did it? Kirk said. We had warning. A friend of mine named Tom. He motioned Lillen to get up. Go on in the other room, dear. I don't think you'd enjoy this.

She looked at him as though he was someone she had just met and was not sure she liked. Try to understand, he said. I don't do this sort of thing every day. It's hardly ever necessary. Of course, she said. She went into the next room and he shut the door behind her. Then he sat down in the rocking chair with the shocker held ready in his hand.

Kirk looked at Taunser. I'm a peaceful man, he said, visiting my ancestral home. What did you want with me? Tauncer smiled. There was something about him that made Kirk more and more uneasy. A lack of concern, a deep-based confidence that didn't fit a man in his position. Tauncer said gently, You are the commander of the fifth squadron Lyra sector, awaiting orders from your governor.

You are wasting your time. Kirk's nerves tightened painfully, but he kept his face impassive. Go on, he said. I'm listening. Ferdius Aegean was supposed to meet you here, secretly with certain information. Taunser spoke with deliberate clarity as one who explains some problem to a child. He is not coming. We've known who he is for some time. And I got to him before he ever left New York.

He nodded to the Verre ray projector across the room. I used that extremely useful invention on him, and of course he told me all about this place and how he was supposed to meet you here. So I came instead. Kirk looked at the Verreira Ray himself, but Taunser shook his head. It wouldn't do you any good. The particular piece of information you need, namely when and where to move, is not known to me, and your contact man had not received it yet either.

When it does come through, one of our men will get it, probably already have. Tonser's eyes looked up brightly at Kirk. the eyes of the adroit and wily man, measuring the honest clod for another defeat. "'You might just as well free me, Kirk. It was a good try, but your cause is hopeless now.' "'Not as long as I'm on my feet,' said Kirk getting up. He was a very angry man. Not as long as the fifth will follow me. If I don't get orders, I'll make my own.' behind him. The fifth isn't going anywhere, Commander.

Kirk whirled around. Joe Garstang was standing in the front door. He had a shocker in his hand, pointing with rock-like steadiness at Kirk's breast. Drop your weapon, said Garstang. A red hay swept over Kirk's vision. Through it he saw Garstang, wavering and distorted. Blood hammered in his temples. You—he said. so choked with rage at this enormity that he could hardly form the words. My own captain, my friend, traitor, working for him. Distant and strange in the red mist, Garstang's face became twisted as though with pain.

I'm sorry, he said, and fired. Kirk fell onto the floor. Garstang must have pressed the stud back to a light charge, because Kirk was still conscious and only partly paralyzed. His own weapon dropped out of his nerveless fingers. Garstang came and kicked it away. Kirk flopped around like a gaffed fish, trying to get his reflexes working again.

He heard the inner door open, and then Lillen screamed, partly in fear, but mostly in fury, a purely animal sound. She went for Garstang, ignoring his shocker, with a single-minded intent to kill. Her own hands were empty. She was content with them. Garstang dropped his weapon in his pocket and caught her, holding her hands away from his face and eyes. Please, he said.

Please, Lillen. He's not dead. He's not even hurt. He turned to Kirk. You should have dropped your shocker. I told you. There was a fresh onslaught and a red line sprang out on Garstang's cheek. It began to drip slowly.

small bright drops against the leathery brown. Kirk, for God's sake, call her off, he said. Kirk managed to sit up. He mumbled, shook his head two or three times, and finally the words were intelligible. I'm all right. Come here, Lillen. Help me up.

She relaxed then, dropping her hands. Garstang let her go. She hissed at him in furious Vagan and then ran to Kirk. I should have used that word. weapon, she said. I should have killed him. I forgot it. I'm sorry. She began to struggle, trying to lift him. Garstang went immediately into the next room. Through the open door, Kirk saw him look around and then pocket the shocker that Lillen had laid down and forgotten. Lillen didn't notice, and he said nothing. What was the use? Push that chair over here,

Kirk said. Now, don't worry. This will wear off. I'll be all right in just a few minutes. Yes, that's it. He sat in the rocker, rubbing his numb right arm with his left, trying to stamp his foot, but he couldn't move it yet. He glared up at Garstang, who had come and was standing near Taunzer, looking from him to Kirk with a faint frown. Taunser had not spoken, and he did not speak now.

He sat where he was and waited and watched them. "'Well,' said Kirk, "'what are you waiting for, Joe? "'Go ahead and untie him.' "'No,' said Garstank, shaking his head slowly. "'No, I'm not going to untie him.' "'Why not?' demanded Kirk bitterly. "'Or have you decided to double-cross him, too?'

"'I don't think you understand,' said Garstang. "'I'm not working with Tauncer. "'I'm not working for Solar Remos at all.' Kirk stared for a moment surprised out of his rage. But then who? My loyalty, said Garstang, is to Earth. Oh, hell, that doesn't make sense, said Kirk. You're no more Earth-man than I am.

I am, Kirk. You never knew it, but I'm all Earth-Man. And I've been in Earth Intelligence for fourteen years. Gar-Stang went on slowly. Earth may be old and partly helpless, but she is not so blind as to let five powerful hungry governors go unwatched. We've seen this grab coming for a long time. The only thing we didn't know, and couldn't find out, was which one of the five would try it first. But now, I think we know. "'What do you think you know?' said Kirk. Garstang looked at him steadily.

Ferdius was the only governor who sent a squadron to Earth for the commemoration. Why? Kirk cried. To protect Earth from Solar Remos! It's Orion who's going to try the grab. I thought you'd say that, Kirk. Maybe you believe it. But ask yourself, if that's so, why didn't Ferdius warn us openly?

Why did he have you sneak off to this undercover rendezvous? Garstang shook his head. No, Kirk. I think you're an honest man. And I think you've been had. I think you've been had all the way. End of Chapter 6. Chapter 7.

Of Battle for the Stars. By Edmund Hamilton. This Liberbox recording is in the public domain. Battle for the Stars. Chapter 7. Kirk began to laugh. He laughed until tears of rage and desperation stood in his eyes. "'Christ!' he said.

"'If Earth agents are all as bright as you are, Joe, God-helper!' He pointed to Toncer. "'Allow me to introduce you. This is Toncer, Solar Remus right-hand manned.' Garstang nodded. "'I know.' "'I've just fought him off, and now I have to fight you. "'A fine thing!

A damn fine thing!' "'Listen, Joe. The fifth was sent here by Ferdius to protect Earth. Solarimus will attack.' "'When?' asked Garsang. "'I don't know. Ferdius agent was supposed to beat me here and give me final orders. "'Toncer has taken care of that. Why do you suppose he did that? Why do you suppose he came here and attacked me?' He—' Garsang turned to Tonser. "'Yes,' he said. "'Why did you?' Tauncer said quietly. You were perfectly right, Garstang.

Ferdius has been planning to grab Earth. We knew that in Orion. We had to know when and how Ferdius would do it, and it was my mission to find out. I was trying there in the cluster. I tried here, but the commander was too much on guard. You're lying, said Kirk between his teeth. Not two minutes ago you were telling me

I couldn't stop Solarimus from taking over Earth. Lillan, you heard it. Lillin whispered, I'm sorry, but you sent me away from the room, remember? Taunser turned to the Earthman. Harper will tell you I'm not lying. You heard every word, didn't you, Harper? The Earthman wrinkled his seamy cheeks

and said in a tone of ringing honesty, I sure did. Kirk was not yet able to stand up and kill him, or tauncer, so he shut his jaws tight and tried to think. I mustn't be drawn into a verbal slanging match, he thought. That's what tauncer wants. The more I yell and swear, the worse I look. What must I do?

Something. Something. So we're going to act suddenly to disarm the fifth squadron, Garstang was saying. Chartteris has been suspicious from the first, and what I told him there last night made him more so. "'And—' Disarmed the squadron?' cried Kirk. "'Are you insane?'

He had a sudden nightmare vision of the Orion ships sweeping in, of the cruisers and transports of the Fifth disappearing in a storm of smoke and fire, the men falling like dead leaves. "'We can't take any chances,' Garstang said, moving toward the phone. "'The Earth Navy—' "'Ha!' "'The Earth Navy,' repeated Garstang. is on full alert right now.

Solar Remus will eat it up, said Kirk savagely. Don't be a fool, Garstang. I don't care how loyal you are to Earth. You've got to admit her Navy can't face Orion squadrons for five minutes. Garstang hesitated. His face was grim and sad, and Kirk felt sorry for him in spite of his anger. Garstang said,

We'll have to do what we can. We'll fight enemies if they come, but we'll make sure first we don't get stabbed in the back. He picked up the phone. A gleam of satisfaction crossed Tauncer's face. Kirk saw it, and suddenly the inspiration came to him. He exclaimed, "'I've been an idiot. Listen, Joe, put that phone down. I can prove what I said in three minutes. If I don't, then go ahead and call.'

Garstan looked at him frowning. Tauncer said, with the first edge of tension his voice had yet shown, Go ahead, Garstang, don't let him make a fool of you. Kirk said, shut up. He rose and hobbled over to the Verre ray projector. Help me set this up, Joe. Tauncer used it on Furteous agent, and he was going to use it on me. Now let's see what it'll get out of him.

Garstang came over. A vera-ray? Why did you mention it before? I was too damn mad to think straight, said Kirk. They set it up, and Taunser watched them, not speaking, yet still the look of apprehension in his eyes was tempered with some underlying confidence. He seemed to be thinking very hard. Garstang got the projector going. Harper, the Seamy Earthman, winced away from Taunzer as far as he could get. Behind the projector, Kirk could not feel anything. But Taunser's face was briefly agonized, and then it went slack,

and his eyes lost their keen brilliance, becoming vague and unfocused. "'Tonzer?' said Garstang. "'Can you hear me?' "'Yes.' "'Is Solar Remus planning to take Earth into his sector?' "'Some dim vestige of a sensor barrier seemed still to survive in Tauncer's mind, because there was a long delay, and Garstang asked the question again, more sharply. But when the answer came, it was clear enough. Yes.

Kirk looked at Garstang, and Garstang's cheeks reddened. Lillen said triumphantly, You see? All right, said Garstang, and turned again to tauncer. How will he do it? Direct attack. The Earth naval forces are negligible. Lyra's squadron will be caught on the ground, disorganized by absence of command.

Absence of command, said Kirk slowly. A sudden alarm came into his face. You were going to keep me from returning to the squadron. Yes. But not here at this farm. Too many people knew where I was. Charteris, folk in the town. Oh, no, said Tauncer, not here. "'Fast Scout. "'The ship that brought me to Earth "'ahead of your squadron. "'It's been waiting out beyond radar range. "'He will take us all off.'

"'Now,' thought Kirk, "'I know why he's been so confident. "'He's been planning for time.' "'You set word to the scout ship?' "'Yes,' said Tonzer. "'On the Porto, right after I beamed your house. "'I was sure you'd be unconscious.' "'Over Kirk's shoulder.

Garsdang said sharply, When will it land? Taunser made a vague movement as though trying to get his arm around where he could see his chrono, Garstang said. It's exactly two minutes after eleven Earth-time. Tarnser's lips moved. Before midnight, he said. Soon.

He seemed, dazed as he was, to be smiling. Garstang said to Kirk, you've got to get out of here and fast. He started to turn hurriedly away, as though to hustle him and Lillen out of the house at once. But Kirk said, No, wait, let me think. He spoke to Tauncer. You don't know exactly where Silverima's squadrons are, or exactly when they'll strike. No.

But there must be a signal, some word they're waiting for. Yes, said Tauncer. When the scout takes us off, that will be the signal. Means we've got commander. Means Liver's squadron confused. Garstang tugged at Kirk. Come on. But, said Kirk to Tonzer,

suppose the scout doesn't find anybody here. All the same. They'll know I've failed, and plan may be known. So order will be to strike like lightning before defensive measures taken. Kirk shut off the projector. He bent over, Taunser. "'Get up,' he said.

"'Joe, give me a hand.' They got tonsor wobbling to his feet. Put him in the ground car and take him back to Charteris. Try and convince Charteris to let the fifth go on battle alert. Every minute may count. If we're caught on the ground, we're sunk. Kirk, don't argue. If anything happens to me, learn it is to take over

and cooperate fully with Admiral Laney. You—' What do you mean if any of any of you? What do you mean, if anything happens? You're coming, too. No. They wrestle, taunts, are down the front steps. But the scout.

That's just it. You heard what he said. The scout must not take off again. So what are you going to do? asked Garstang. Stand and hold it with your bare hands? We can't possibly get any help from New York in time. Yeah, said Kirk.

So I'm going to try to get help right here. "'From these people?' "'Haven't you heard?' said Kirk. "'I'm a local boy.' "'So if you get it. A bunch of farmers. Even if they'll listen to you, which they probably won't.' They shove taunts her into the car. Better tie his feet, too,' said Kirk.

"'Lillin, Lillin, you're going with Joe.' "'No,' she said from the porch, "'I am not. "'But you can't stay here.' "'If you are going to get you. get yourself killed here, I stay." She was determined to make a fight about it, and Kirk had no time right then. "'All right,' he said.

"'I guess you'll be safe enough with the Vincennes.' He slammed the door after Garstang. Get going.' Garstang swore, but he roared the ground car out in a clod of dust and gravel. Kirk ran back into the house. Most of the feeling had come back in his side, and he could move pretty fast. The earthman Harper was squirming around the floor trying to get free. Kirk gave him one ruthless blast with a son-o-beam that would put him to sleep for a day or so.

He could be dealt with later when more important things were out of the way. Then he got on the phone and called Vincent. A sleepy voice answered. I was just going to bed. What do you want? When you have an emergency around here, said Kirk, what do you do to get help in a hurry? Vincent's voice waked up.

Why, I phone around fast. The boys turn out quick for fire, flood, or whatever. Hey, you got a fire, commander? Worse, said Kirk. Do your people have guns of some kind? Sure, nearly every farm has a hunting shocker, but tell him to come armed and come fast. Your place.

My wife and I are coming now. Say, commander, is this a joke or what? "'It's the unfunniest joke ever to hit Earth,' Kirk said grimly. "'Call them.' He slammed the phone down, grabbed Lillen by the hand, and lit out, full tilt down the path and into the moonlit road. By the time they reached Vincent's house, all the lights were on, and Vincent himself was standing in the road waiting for them.

"'I hope you know what you're doing,' he said to Kirk worriedly. "'The boys don't like getting hauled out for nothing. What's up?' Kirk told him rapidly between gasps as he helped Lillen up on the porch. Mrs. Vinson, a pleasant-looking dark-haired woman in a pink robe, cried out from the doorway and took Lillen's hand to welcome her in. "'What on earth is going on?' she demanded. "'Why, you poor thing! He's run the legs off you. Come in, sit down.'

Then she caught sight of Vincent's face. "'What is it?' she asked quietly. "'Tell me so I'll know what to do.' "'There's going to be a fight,' said Vincent in a wondering, half-incredulous tone. "'There's a war going to start, "'and the first fight is going to be right here in Orville.' "'In the woods,' said Kirk hastily, pointing,

"'you'll be quite safe here, "'and if we can take them by surprise, "'there won't even be a skirmish.' "'He says that the fate of the earth depends on us,' said Vincent, still in that wondering tone. "'Well, I'll be damned. What do you know?' A car roared up outside. Another followed it, and then others at irregular intervals. Pretty soon Vincent's yard and porch were crowded with men carrying hunting shockers.

They looked at Vincent and at Kirk, curious, doubtful, not exactly hostile, but in no mood to be hurried into anything they didn't understand. Kirk glanced up at the sky and groaned. Then he spoke as rapidly and forcefully as he could. So that's the picture, he finished. If that Orion Scout takes off again after it lands, your earth may be a different place tomorrow. We can stop it, if you will.

He wailed. There was no reaction at all for a moment, the leathery faces looking silently at him. Then one man said, "'If people come bothering us, we'll bother them back, plenty. But we don't need any stranger telling us what to do.' Kirk's heart sank. The cursed earth-mulishness was going to defeat him after all.

Vincent said loudly, "'What do you mean, stranger? This is one of the old Orville Kirk's. He's no stranger. It's strangers that he wants us to help slap down.' They thought that over for a moment, and again, In again, Kirk looked up at the sky. It must be very close now.

In minutes maybe it would drop down, and there would be nothing at all to stop it from going away again and giving the signal. And these stolid farmers... The one who had spoken peered bleakly at Kirk and said, Well, like I said, we don't want strangers interfering with us. Do we, boys? The men nodded assent and stalked toward their cars.

Kirk turned away, defeated and furious. He'd have to try by himself. Motors roared to life, and the car started to go by him. A big red truck paused beside him, and Vincent reached down from it to haul him aboard. "'What are you standing there for?' he cried to Kirk. "'You said it might come any minute.' Kirk, a little dazedly, scrambled up into the truck beside him. "'You mean they're going back with me?'

"'What do you think? Like Fred said, "'No blasted strangers from a way outside "'are going to come sneaking in here!' "'The truck roared away down the moonlit road, "'following the speeding cars back the way Kirk had come, "'waking, hurrying echoes, "'raising a great cloud of dust to redden the moon. "'Kirk thought,

"'I'll never understand these damned Earthmen. "'Never.' "' End of Chapter 7. "'Chapter 8. "'Of Battle for the Stub. Stars by Edmund Hamilton. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Battle for the Stars

Chapter 8 At three minutes and fourteen seconds before midnight, a small fast spacecraft with the insignia of the striding warrior on her bows dropped down out of the sky and landed in the brush-grown meadow at the edge of the Kirkwoods. There was nothing anywhere in sight around it, but the dark, quiet mass of the trees, the patches of bramble and pale white blossoms of the Queen Anne's lace. Across the meadow was the Kirkhouse with a single lamp burning in it.

A hatch opened and a party of men came out, climbing down a collapsible ladder. There were fifteen of them armed. They stood still, looking around and listening. Then they began to move toward the house, scrambling and stumbling among the briars and the tufts of bunch grass found out like skirmishers. Kirk, lying behind a hazel bush in the fringe of the woods, waved one hand slowly in an outward arc,

and there were several small rustlings in the brush to his left. He waited, feeling tense and prickly all over, sweating heavily, though the night was cooler now. He counted, slowly and carefully, moving his lips. Held tight in the crook of his arm was the heavy son-beam device, snatched up from the house as they came past it. Vincent was beside him, and among the trees nearby were eight more men, waiting for Kirk's signal. Kirk could not see Vincent's face in the dark, but he could hear his breathing,

quick and excited. He leaned his head close to the earthman's and whispered, "'Remember, keep down out of the way until you see me go in.' He raised up cautiously. "'All right, now.' He began to creep rapidly toward the slash of light from the sky, out-ship's open hatch. The others came behind him. He was not used to this sort of stalking, and he made more noise than the other nine put together. He hoped no one would hear it. From the direction of the house that came a sudden crackling of shocker beams. Kirk flung himself forward over the last few feet. Secrecy was a lost hope now, and all that mattered was getting the soundo beam projector into the open hatchway. The bloody thing weighed a ton when you carried it,

but its heft was only relative. Against armor plate and the strong double hull of a spaceship, it would be no more effective than a bull-roarer. There was a guard of two in the hatchway. They sprang to the lip of the opening, staring toward the house. Their shockers lifted. Kirk yelled, Get him!

Vincent and a man on the other side of him fired almost together. The guards came tumbling forward onto the ground. Kirk dodged between them and set the, the sonar projector on the edge of the hatch floor. He had to reach high to do it. The others, following his orders, were hugging the curve of the hull on either side of the ladder. Kirk slammed the stud full charge and wide open. "'They're coming back this way!' yelled Vincent. He was looking toward the house. Kirk craned his neck. The shocker flashes flickered like heat lightning in the night.

They moved back toward the ship, probably the fifteen men, or what was left of them were retreating from the Orville men whom Kirk had stationed in the house and yard. He said desperately, "'Stop them, damn it! Can't you stop them?' The Sonob beam projector was sliding out of his hands, walking itself with its own vibration across the smooth-worn metal. He had to turn to hold it. Inside the ship there was bedlam going on, a sound of things breaking and men's voices raised in inarticulate cries. A tall, gray-haired man with a captain's stars on his shoulder tabs, came at a staggering run into the passage, and dropped, and lay still. His hands quivered with the jarring of the floor.

Kirk shut off the projector and threw it away. He went up the ladder, and at the top he paused a second to look at what was happening in the meadow. The Orville men who had gone in behind the invaders had risen out of the brush. Their shockers flared in a line of ragged light amid the brambles and white flowers. Then there was dark, and a sudden peace. "'Come on!' Kirk shouted, his voice carrying far across the meadow. Then he ran down the passage,

with Vinson and the other eight pounding at his heels. The gray-haired captain did not move as they went by. And it was almost easy. Seven, eight, nine of the crew lay sprawled in the main passage or in the doorways opening from it unconscious. The communications man was still making vague pawing motions at his dial, but the motions were only reflex, and the equipment was jarred to fragments of splintered glass and plastic. In the small, compact bridge, best protected by intervening bulkheads, the two junior

officers and three crewmen were still conscious, but two days to offer resistance. "'Well,' said Vincent, breathing hard, his eyes shining, "'we did all right.' "'We did fine,' said Kirk, grinning. "'The other eight grinned, too, nodding their heads at each other. and at him. They had fought together and won together, and now they were all comrades, men of Orville, men of earth. It was a good feeling, Kirk discovered, a very good feeling. Some of the men came in from the meadow. The fifteen from the scout were all taken. The Orville men had suffered some casualties in the way of burns and shock, but no fatalities.

Good, said Kirk. He looked at the Orionid. "'Where can we put them for safekeeping?' Vincent said. "'The local jail is pretty small, but I guess we could pack them in.' "'It won't be for long,' said Kirk. "'The high brass will take them off your hands in a hurry.' "'We'll see to it,' said Vincent. "'I guess you'll want to call New York. "'And don't worry about the women.

I'll stop by the house and let them know we're okay.' "'Thanks,' said Kirk. He went out across the meadow to the house and put in his call to Charteris. After that things happened with desperate speed. A fleet of Aircars descended on Orville and the Kirkhouse. Charteris was with them. He inspected the Orion Scout, conferred briefly with his aides, and then spoke to Kirk. "'I suppose I should apologize, Commander,' he said rather stiffly, but I'm not going to. In our position we have no choice but to suspect any force too strong for us to deal with easily.

I don't care about anything, said Kirk, except to get my squadron off the ground before Orion strikes. Charteris nodded. Your squadron is being fitted for action now. I suggest we return to New York at once to confer with Admiral Laney and decide strategy. The next few hours were hectic ones. Orders, preparations, requisitions, arguments.

And Kirk found himself up against a totally unexpected stumbling. the stiff-necked, stubborn pride of Earth. "'We recognize perfectly,' Admiral Laney said frostily, "'our position as a fifth-rate naval power, "'but we have never yet run from battle, "'and we don't intend to start doing it now.' "'But against Orion Sector's two crack squadrons, "'we're grateful for the presence of the fifth Lyra,' said Lainey,

"'but our own ships will bear the brunt of the attack.' "'Sir,' said Kirk, and he meant it, "'I would be proud to fight under you. But facts are facts. I think you understand that the Fifth Lyra has a certain pride, too. But we're not going to bear the brunt of any attack where we know in advance we're outnumbered two to one. In short, if you meet Solarima's head on, you meet him alone.'

"'Now here,' he went on, turning to the huge depth chart of the solar system, was my thought. We know from the Vera-ray examination of the captain of the Orion Scout that the scout's take-off was literally to be the signal for the attack. They didn't dare risk a radio message, even in code, that might be intercepted. So the course of take-off, on the exact coordinates of the hidden fleet, was to serve as a message. They could spot this by ultra-wave scanner,

using relays at previously arranged points in deep space. So we have the coordinates. He wrote them down on the charge. chart. Carried to the point of convergence, that would put the Orion fleet about there, far off this chart, of course, but roughly southeast of the star safe. They will presumably attack along this line. He drew one, bold and red, a dagger pointed at Earth's heart.

Roughly, Naydere point zero-six from our viewpoint, said Lainey. Well... Here, said Kirk, you seem to have a... natural sort of chavo de freeze, to borrow an ancient term. He pointed to a blurred and speckled area lying between Mars and Jupiter. "'The asteroid belt,' said Lainey. "'Yes, we know our way around in it, but anyone else would find it hard going.' His eyes brightened.

"'Plenty of places for ambush.' "'Yes, I see what you're driving at. If we could entangle their superior forces in the drift—' "'Exactly. Bate them in there, hurry them all you can. Now then, they'll be expecting to catch the fifth Lyra on the ground. As far as they know, taunts are succeeded and all is well. So perhaps they won't be too watchful. We'll be up here hiding above the sun, screen by it from their radar. When you have them hooked—' He made a downward-slashing motion with his hand. "'That suits me,' said Lainey. He shook hands with Kirk solemnly.

Then he turned to Charteris and the others who were gathered with anxious faces in the conference room. I think we may as well get started. Charteris sighed. He picked up the intercom and spoke into it briefly. Northward, the fields around Orville were brightening with a new day. In the meadow behind the Kirkhouse, the briars and the Queen Anne's Lace were beaten down by the passage of men and trucks.

They were all gone now, except for one truck with massive election. electronic equipment, pulled back to a safe distance from the Orion Scout. The necessary changes have been made in the ship's control system. Now the crew of the truck waited for a signal from the house. It came. The truck crew went to work, activating the remote control relays, setting up a locked-in series of coordinates. Then the firing key was pressed.

With every semblance of life, the Orion Scout took off on its destined course, A Judas goat, empty and silent, with no living thing inside its hull. Standing on the steps of the Vincent's house, Lillen watched it rise and vanish in the blue air. She had had one short call from Kirk. Wait there, I'll come back. Now the small dying thunder of the scout ship's flight seemed like the receding footsteps of everything she had ever loved, passing over the distant hills. She turned slowly and went back into the house.

End of Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Of Battle for the Stars, by Edmund Hamilton. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Battle for the Stars. Chapter 9. The sky screamed light beneath them. The sun, its atoms, ceaselessly riven and then reborn,

shrieked raving energy, magnetism, electricity, light, radiant heat, a rage across the heavens. a cosmic storm flinging up wild plumes and spindrift of violet calcium, of yellow sodium, of blue and red and purple. Over it, as over a limitless fiery ocean, hung the shoal of silver ships. Tossed and twitched by storms of radiation, wrenched by the mighty claws of the tight magnetic field,

scorched by the blaze of the star, they fought to hold position. Their formation wavered, sagged, reformed, and wavered again, and still they held together. On the bridge of the Star Song, clutching a stanchion as the deck healed and shuddered under him, Kirk stood with Garstang watching the screens. "'Not a sign,' said Garstang in his ear,

"'and we can't sit up here forever.' The rim of the asteroid belt showed on one screen, a jagged wheeling of rock fragments, dust and pebbles and little naked worlds, black on their shadow sides, flashing like heliographs where they could, caught the light. Beyond them was space, very deep, very dark, very empty, looking toward Orion and its pendant sword. In that deep emptiness out there, five ships moved slowly. Earth ships,

behaving like a normal patrol. The remainder of Earth's fleet was hidden among the asteroids. Even the searching rays that fed the screen could not see them. Suddenly, Garstand caught Kirk's shoulder. There, he said. He leaned forward and pointed his blunt forefinger at the screen. Out of the depths toward the star Saeif came a swarm of tiny flex that might have been nothing more than bits of cosmic drift, except that they moved together and very fast. They swept in toward the solar system with a gathering rush, growing, picking up the sunlight on their polished sides. Two full squadrons of Solarima's fleet on planetary approach. The five Earth ships out there wheeled in perfect formation and went on out to meet them.

Kirk's mouth was dry. Runnels of sweat crept down his temples, down his body. The palms of his hands were clammy. Screens gone again, he said and swore. The screens blazed useless white. Even the powerful rays that served them ran. and cut by an outburst of solar electricity. Then they cleared again.

The Earth ships had not gone far out. Suddenly they wheeled again, abandoning formation now. Spurts of light came from their launching tubes in quick rotation, each ship firing as she bore on the target. Then they cracked on speed and ran for the belt. One of the Orionid cruisers burst into a great flame and was gone. Garstang shouted, as though at a... a signal the screen went out again.

Kirk ran his uniform sleeve over his face and kept still. There were so few of the Earthships, and so many of the others, something more than double the strength of his own squadron. Far below, Earth lay naked, stripped, utterly without defense. Kirk thought of Lillen and the Vinson House with the dusty road in front of it. He thought of the woods and the meadow where they had fought in the night, and curiously enough, he thought of the cat, insolent little beast. He waited for the screen to clear and watched. A number of Orion ships detached themselves from the main fleet and raced after the Earthships.

They were much faster. The long aim of Solarimos was reaching swiftly now, and one of the Earth cruisers winked out with a brave, brief burst of flame. The other four reached the belt. The Orionids plunged in after them. Now, whispered Garstang, now, now, now! The eight Orionid cruisers, apparently detailed to mop up this patrol, sped down a deceptively opened lead through the asteroid drift. The scanner beam swung to a better angle to follow them, and now the screen showed a closer view of that stony wilderness.

The Earth ships had vanished. The lead pinched out in a cul-de-sac of wildly gyrating rocks. The Orion cruisers did a fastabout, practically, on each other's heels. But before they were finished, the four Earth ships and half a dozen others appeared from nowhere, all around them. Hit them, muttered Garstang. Oh, hell, get onto it and hit them! They hit them. There was a quick holocaust of light bursts, and the Orionid cruisers in there were gone.

That hurt them, said Garstang. They're hooked. He turned and looked at Kirk. Kirk lifted his hand, his body bent slightly forward, his eyes intent upon the screen. Out there in the asteroid belt, the trap was sprung. And now the Orionids knew they had the whole Earth fleet, such as it was, to deal with, a force too small to stop them, but too formidable to leave on their flank and rear. The squadron's altered course, curving in a low, bow-shaped line toward the Earthships that

hovered in apparent doubt above the fringes of the drift. Kirk brought his hand down in a slashing gesture. Now! The fifth Lyra swooped out of the sun. Now. Now is the moment. The right time. There will not be another.

Either you make it or you don't. Outnumbered, outmaned, and outgunned, the element of surprise is all you've got. The sun falls behind. The edge of the belt shifts and tilts. and swings as you cut the plane of the ecliptic. Out of the furnace, into the fire, at full drive. The long line of Orion ships is very beautiful,

strung against the glittering emptiness of space. The star-song groans and quibbers like a living thing. You can hear the beating of her heart, the pounding throva power pushed to the limit and beyond. Garstang, in the captain's place, has a face of iron, dark and still. Sweat shines on the edges of it. The men are quiet. The commander is afraid.

Ships, lives, men, a planet. Who would say now and not be afraid? The Orion fleet springs at the viewports. The ships grow large, the intervals between them widen out. The star-song flies at the point of a wedge shaped like an axe-blade. Behind her, on either side, the squadron follows in close formation. In a tight, flat voice, the commander says, "'Prepare to engage.'

The fifth Lyra, the falling wedge, the axe-blade, hits the line of cruisers from above and cuts it in two. Instantly, the close-held wings fan out, driving the severed sections apart, opening the gap so wide it can never be closed again. Shells burst like blinding suns, little fountains of hellfire, racking the ships, burning them, destroying them. But the wings sweep on.

Part of the Orionid line is rolled up and driven into the drift of the belt, where the Earthships strike and strike again, and the proud cruisers with the polished sides become wreck and flotsam to join the cosmic debris in its endless journey around the sun. The other section is driven outward into space, back toward Orion. And the Star Song hunts down the Beetlejuice, flagship of Solar Remo's fleet. Kirk says,

If we can get her, I think the rest will all go home. Fire one. Fire two. The Beetlejuice answers, and space is drowned in a flaming cloud. The Star Song staggers and men are thrown down

on the reeling iron deck. A red light flares on the tell-tail board. Somewhere deep in the ship's vitals, the bulkhead doors slammed shut, sealing off. The Star Song has a whole in her, and some men have died, but she's still alive, still strong to move and strike. Fire three. The Beetlejuice dives clear, and her own tubes spout hellfire, a double

flowering of death and destruction. The Star-song wrenches away, desperate, shaken, and once more the ports are filled with fire and a red-light glimmers on the board. Fire four. The Beetle-Juse quivers strangely. With a dream of a dreamtube's filled with a Like slowness, two pieces of her appear out of the brilliance and the flame, bow and stern at odds with each other, going different ways. Then there's a white-blinding flash, and she is gone. And the Orion fleet, leaderless, surprised, mauled, unclod and wounded, is pulling out. One by one in pairs in little groups, they turn tail and streak for open space and are gone.

The Fifth Lyra and the ships of Earth follow them, but not far. Space is empty, and in the ships there is a great silence, while the men breathe softly and look at nothing and feel that they are still alive. There is no light now but the light of the sun and the distant stars. The belt wheels on its way, and bits of riven metal that once were ships fall slowly toward it. After a time on the bridge of the Star-song, Garstang turned to Kirk. His face was sweating and wild, and his eyes had a dazed look. He said,

"'What now?' "'We wait and see what,' said Kirk. "'Maybe nothing.' "'Nothing?' "'Solder Remos has missed his spring. "'I have an idea he may prefer to make like it all never happened, "'if we don't give any official news of this fight. "'I think Chartaris will see it that way.'

Charteris did. The battle couldn't be kept secret, really, but Earth's authorities pretended that it had never happened. There was no profit in starting a full-fledged war, and there wouldn't be one if Solarimus had learned his lesson. He had learned it, it seemed. From Orion, there was a long silence. Then came a routine congratulation on the commemoration. The governor of Orion's sector it appeared was happy for Earth. The so-and-so must be raging, but he won't try that again, said Kirk. To him and to the squadron had come another message from Ferdius. Well done. That was all. But from Ferdius it was plenty.

And the commemoration blazed on Earth. The lights, the bands, the speeches, and then the flyover, the battered mighty giants of the fifth, roaring, across the sky with the even more battered Earth cruisers leading the way. From its museum they had brought the first of all the spaceships, and everyone held their breath and kept fingers crossed while it lurched, coughed, and wobbled up into the sky, and labored bravely around the planet, and by some miracle came down safe again. And the great day was over.

Garstang, looking strange now in the black uniform of Earth, spoke earnestly to Kirk the day before the fifth was to leave. You know, you're pretty much a hero here now, Kirk. You'll be retiring from the service in not too many years. Why don't you come back to Earth to live? Why does everyone say come back to Earth? Kirk complained. Just because I had ancestors here, I'm no Earth-man. He added,

And whatever you do, don't mention that bright idea to Lillen. I'm going up to Orville now. to get her. Garstang only smiled at him, a queer sort of smile. Kirk drove up through the quiet roads, the green countryside. The golden sun was soft upon his face. The breeze held a faint, smoky tang of oncoming fall. Earth's fall. He'd heard about that. Peaceful, beautiful, but it was no world for him. Come back to Earth indeed. Why, he lived on many worlds, and none of them had ever got that kind of sentimental hold on him, though he could understand why people felt that way about this old place.

Hell, he must be getting sentimental himself. He put a curb on such thoughts and drove on. And when he drove into Orville, there were frantic hand-wavings from every street corner. His name was shouted by the kids along the sidewalks. Vincent came running out of his house to meet him when he pulled up. "'Your wife's over at your house,' Vincent explained. He shook hands. He was vastly excited and proud. "'You know what? The village is going to put up a plaque, with all our names on it,

just saying they fought the Battle of Orville. Nothing else, a kind of diplomacy.' Kirk said, "'It deserves the plaque that fight. If you chaps hadn't turned out that night, "'Here you're leaving tomorrow,' Vincent went on. "'Thought I'd keep your old place going better while you're gone by working the fields. I'll keep an eye on your house, too.' "'What makes you think I'm coming back?' Vincent said puzzledly. "'Why, you are, aren't you?

I mean, you're an Orville boy. This is your real home.' Kirk suppressed the impatient words he'd been about to utter. No use upsetting a nice guy. He said, Oh, sure, I'll be back. He drove on to the old house. Lillen sat on the porch.

He saw to his surprise that on her lap there coolly reclined a large black cat. Lillen smiled. I think I've been accepted. By the people here, and by Tom. Tom yawned and looked with insolent green eyes at Kirk. His sides are bulging, Kirk said. You've been bribing the beggar with food.

She laughed. I don't know how he'll like space travel, but we'll be bringing him back someday. Will we? said Kirk. She looked up at him. Joe Garstang was talking to me. You will be retiring from active service in a few years. And I like it here now, Kirk.

I really do. He said loudly, Why in the world must everyone assume that I want to come back to this place. Will you tell me that? Don't you? He started to answer, then didn't. He looked out from the porch of the old house

at the sunset light sweeping the green valley, at the old trees beyond the fields, at everything that had somehow got a queer grip on him without his knowing it. He said, well, I don't know, maybe. Lillen smiled. That night, the fifth went

skyward in a great thundering that rolled louder and louder across the cities on the countryside. Great black balks flying up fast across the glittering sky, roaring, bellowing, shouting a gigantic farewell down to the watching millions as they rushed out toward the stars. End of Chapter 9. The End of Battle for the Stars by Edmund Hamilton.