EPILOGUEThe Scorpion ship passed slowly above the golden dome of the Capitol, encircling the long avenues of cherry trees in bloom and the crowds who had assembled without fear to watch its almost miraculously maneuvered descent.
It came to rest on a level lawn close to the Lincoln Memorial and from the shining central port a Scorpion and a man emerged and stood quietly awaiting the arrival of the delegates from the Great Powers and the small nations.
The long journey through space had not even dulled the glimmer on the smooth, cylindrical hull. And the messages sent ahead during the last stage of the journey seemed to blend with that glow and become a part of it, so that no one doubted the words that had come winging through space a week before the returning ship had been sighted on Mou
