The Mayor of Steadheim looked from one to the other of them. Dona was pale. She looked full of dread. Kim’s lips were twisted wryly, but his eyes were intent on the dial. The mayor opened his mouth, and closed it, then spoke wrathfully.
“I don’t understand all this! Where’d that other ship come from?”
“It isn’t a ship,” said Kim, watching the dial that told of the approach of something that could only be an enemy—and it had been a matter of faith that only the Starshine roamed the spaceways. “I got it made back on Terranova.
Starshine“We took a big reel of metal spring-wire, and wound it round and round a shape like that of the Starshine. When it was in place we annealed and tempered it so it would always resume that shape. And then we wound it back on its reel. I just dumped it out in
