pure and untouchable, untainted by the follies of men.

"Not much of a force," said Liebenstein to his exec. "And why give
battle so far beyond the grids?"

"Perhaps it's only a feint," replied the other.

"Forgive me, Colonel," put in Brunner, turning. "But I believe they
mean to give only mock battle and then fire out into warp. It would
also explain....."

"Thank you, Captain, that will be more than enough." Liebenstein knew
this as well as he, but had wanted to keep the edge of hardness and
keen attention among his officers. "Very well, Muller. Order the
fleet to spread out, and engage if he's willing."

Seeing with his now practiced eye what was unfolding before him,
Brunner felt real hope rise inside him as it had not done for many
months. Could it be this easy? Had his long trials at last been
rewarded: to retake his home with so little bloodshed?

Then the journey had brought him full circle. It was not far from here
that Dubcek (the remembrance saddened him, but he pushed on) had stood
before the glass, not so long ago that they had been startled and
undone by an Enemy that seemed so strong and unassailable, their own
chances against it, so desperate and hopeless. Yet somehow they had
found a way. And now.....

His assumptions had been correct. After scarcely twelve minutes of
half-hearted fighting, the Alliance vessels began to move off and fire
into light-speed. And he sensed also that this was not at all what
their High Command had intended. Some Belgian or Swiss general had
mercifully disobeyed orders, and given up the colonies with only mock
resistance. He looked up again at Athena, and now nothing stood
between him and that beautiful orb, filled with life. His HOME

There came the sound of cheering and fraternal congratulation all
around him, but he heard none of it. He was completely isolated within
his own emotions.

At first he could feel nothing but child-like joy, and a blissful
release from care and tension. This feeling grew, and deepened, until
he felt himself to be standing atop a high pinnacle, looking down on a
vast panorama of mountain, clouds and snow, at other peaks, and other
conquerors like himself. But in that moment none stood so high as he,
and his heart swelled to bursting with pride and gratitude, and love
for all men.

He was home! It was over. He had WON.

But then as this elation, almost sexual, faded, he grew thoughtful and
more deeply introsp