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"When the fire bites...." That sang in Ross's head. There was something else��if he could only remember! Up to that moment he had kept a poor little shadow of hope. It is always impossible��he was conscious again with that strange clarity of mind��for a man to face his own death honestly. A man always continues to believe to the last moment of his life that something will intervene to save him.

"We are out!" Kurt said with exultation. But he added no more than just the reassurance of their escape.

Ashe started to shake his head and then winced. "I wonder...." The crease between his level brows deepened. "The ax people!" His voice was still a whisper, but it carried a note of triumph as if he had fitted some stubborn jigsaw piece into its proper place.

"In a way it's another world, but the world of time��not space. Seven years ago we got a man out of East Berlin. He was almost dead, but he lived long enough to record on tape some amazing data, so wild it was almost dismissed as the ravings of delirium. But that was after Sputnik, and we didn't dare disregard any hints from the other side of the Iron Curtain. So the recording was turned over to our scientists, who proved it had a core of truth.

"Red��caravan!" Ross recognized Jansen's boom.

Ross shook his head. "Trader, me."