“My father’s followers needed an out-of-the-way place like this,” Laniq explained as the time-conveyor dropped out of the time-stream and cruised along above the desert. “We’re building a spaceship, you see.”
“A spaceship? What for? There is nothing worth while on the planets, nothing worth the trouble to mine it.”
“My fault, Tedor. I should have said a starship. If necessary, we’ll go to the stars. Oh, we can do it, although the trip will take generations and only a few hundred people will find room. We won’t do it unless the monopolist forces us. If he gains the dictatorial control of time he’s seeking, we’ll have no choice. We’re collecting trophies, artifacts of man’s culture, just in case. We’ll gladly put them in a museum or return them if the monopolist fails.” Laniq turned to the
