“Come closer, Jon Kirk,” he asked, it was not an order or a command, but more of a request.
I nodded, and did as he had asked.
“Jon Kirk,” he said in a low voice now, “I have something to tell you.” He was so in control and so sane now, this did not seem to me to be the same Tar-Gool I had seen bare moments before. The madman was now gone. If he had truly ever existed. Now I really wondered just what Tar-Gool’s game truly was.
Then he spoke up in a stronger voice, “Jon Kirk, I am a scientist. I am one of the last scientists in a great line of such men and women of the green race here on Ares. As you undoubtedly have discovered by now, science has been outlawed by the Zaran Winged scum that infest our world. I myself have been labeled an outlaw with a bounty put upon my head. Yet I live,
