“It appears that he has. His mind is as bent as theirs, but he can communicate with them. They follow him. They actually work together, building that city you have seen, building a society of sorts. He is certainly a genius, albeit a warped one, and they have factories going and a rudimentary technology. The first thing they did was ask for more aid from Mars and would not believe us when we said that they were getting the maximum already. Their mad demands would not have bothered us had they not unearthed rockets armed with atomic bombs that could be directed at our planet. It was after the first of these arrived that this expedition was organized. On Mars we survived by cooperating, there was no other way, so we are not a warlike people. But we have made weapons and will reluctantly use them to ensure our own survival. He is the key to all the troubles, and we must capture or kill him. If we must kill others to accomplish this, we will do that as well. Thousands are dead at home and radioactivity is increasing in the Martian atmosphere.”

“Then our aims are identical,” I told him. “He has launched a time attack against our people with equally disastrous results. You have summed up our retaliatory plans quite neatly.”

“How do we go about it?” Diyan asked eagerly.

“I’m not sure,” I answered gloomily.

“We have a little over ten standards hours left to operate in,” Angelina said, precisely. Like all women, she was a true pragmatist. While we wasted time nattering about the past, she faced the fact that the decision would have to be made in the future and tackled that, the real problem. I yearned to demonstrate my affection for her but decided that would have to wait for a more appropriate time, if more time did exist at all.

“An all-out attack,” I said. “We have weapons we can add to yours. Attack on all fronts, find a weak spot, concentrate our forces, blast through to victory. Do you have any large weapons left?”

“No.”

“Well… we can get around that. How about crash-landing one of your spacers inside the castle up there, get a fighting force behind their backs that way?”

“All of them were destroyed by saboteurs, suicidal ones. Others are coming from Mars but will arrive too late. We are not really very good at war and killing while they have always lived with it.”

“Not to give up hope yet, ha-ha.” I laughed, but it had a very hollow ring to it. The dark gloom was so thick in the air you could have cut chunks of it out.

“The grav-chute,” Angelina said quietly so only I heard her.

“We will use the grav-chute,” I said loudly so all could hear. A good general depends on able staff-work. The complete plan was now clear, written in letters of fire before my eyes.

“This is a go-for-broke operation. Angelina and I are going to drain the charges from all our unessential equipment to put a full charge into the grav-chute. Then we will rig a multiple harness for this. I’ll do the exact computations later, but I would guess that it will lift five or six people up over those walls and inside before it bums out. Angelina and I are two, the rest will be your best people…”

“A woman, no, this is not work for a woman,” Diyan protested. I patted his arm understandingly.

“Have no fear. Sweet and demure as she is, she can outfight any ten men in this tent. And everyone is needed. Because the troops outside will be launching a very realistic attack that might break through. General at first, then concentrating on one flank. When the noise is at its highest, the commando squad will lift over the opposite wall and bore in. Now let’s get things organized.”

We got things organized. Or rather Angelina and I did because these peaceful Martian plowboys knew but nothing about scientific slaughter and were only too happy to turn the responsibilities of leadership over to us. Once things were under way I lay down for a quick sleep—I had been awake or clubbed unconscious something like two full days and 20,000 years, so was understandably tired. The three hours I grabbed were certainly not enough, and I awoke chomping and blinking and chewed a stimtab to make up the difference. It was dark outside the tent and still just as hot.

“Are we ready to roll?” I asked.

“Any minute now,” Angelina said, cool and relaxed and showing no signs of her labors; she must have been at the stimtabs, too. “We have about four hours to dawn, and we will need most of that to get into position. The attack begins at first light.”

“Do the guides know the way?”

“They have been fighting in and around this position for almost a year now, so they should.”

This was the showdown. The men were all aware of it. It was there in the set of their faces and the brace of their shoulders. There could be only one winner this day. Perhaps they weren’t born fighters, but they were learning fast. If you are going to fight, you fight to win. Diyan came up leading three more of his men who carried the jury-rigged metal harness with the grav-chute built into the center of it.

“We are ready,” he said.

“Everyone knows what he is to do?”

“Perfectly. We have already said our good-byes and the first attack units have moved out.”

“Then we’ll get going, too.”

Diyan led the way, though how he found it in that steam-heated darkness I have no idea. We stumbled along behind him, sweating and cursing under the burden of the clumsy harness, and the less said about Vie following hours, the better. Dawn found us collapsed under the far wall, the highest and apparently the strongest, that was our target. As it appeared out of the haze above us, black and grim, it did not look at all attractive. I squeezed Angelina’s hand to show her I was fearless and to cheer her up. She squeezed mine back to show that she knew I was just as frightened as the rest of them.

“We’ll do it, Jim,” she said. “You know that.”

“Oh, we’ll do it all right; the continuing existence of our particular hunk of the future proves that. But it doesn’t indicate how many are going to die today—or which of us will live on into the foreseeable future.”

“We’re immortal,” she said with such surety that I had to laugh and my morale soared up to its usual egotistical heights, and I kissed her soundly and well for the aid.

Explosions sounded suddenly in the distance, rumbling and rolling like thunder from the rock walls. The attack had begun. The clock was running and everything was timed from here on in. I helped everyone strap in and kept an eye on my watch at the same time. As our scheduled hop-off drew close, I buckled in as well and touched the grav-chute controls.

“Brace yourselves,” I said, watching the numbers flutter by. “And be ready to cut free when we hit at the other end.”

I hit the button, and with a metallic groan from the harness my little force of six rose into the air to the attack.