Lindoo’s return from the Solar Sector was that of a conqueror. There were speeches and parades, and public demonstrations; and the hours wore by interminably. Lindoo knew just how important his victory had been, and yet how obvious had been his chances of winning. Even the Head of Strategy of a proud and tyrannical race could feel within him the seeds of discontent. He suffered the publicity because such p********a was necessary, and as soon as he could, he sought private audience with Vorgan.
“Hail the conquering hero,” greeted Vorgan, as Lindoo entered. The tone was slightly sarcastic.
Lindoo was not hurt. “How many know?” he asked the Lord of All.
“Very few—thanks to a pleased fate.”
“But we know,” said Lindoo bitterly. “What a victory. A bulldozer crushing an ant hill; a pile drive
