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Spacewarp, v. 5, issue 4, whole no. 28, July 1949

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conferences could provide no better alternative than to obey the commands, while keeping a sharp eye open for the attack which they felt sure was the real reason behind this fantastic tale of a galactic civilization.

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THE BROADCASTING STUDIO, of course, was in chaos. Someone signaled Upperberth that he was off the air, and then switched on a loudspeaker in the studio so that the announcement from space could be heard there. 
"What happened?  Our broadcast..."  gasped Staff, astounded by the frantic scurryings of the technicians in the control booth.

"Plenty!" choked Upperberth, speechless for once in his life, "This is the greatest thing...why, FITS can...the rocket will...but this is greater...poor von Heine, if he had only liv..."  He paled.

Staff, following the direction of his bulging eyes, looked at the door of the studio. There, coming through the bustle and crowd, was a lovely, golden-clad woman, accompanied by a familiar towering figure with a lush black beard.

Upperberth found his voice at last, in a might shout.

"Great foaming Beer -- It's Professor von Heine!"
*  *  *
A FEW MINUTES before the space-broadcast began, the Master of Kartan crouched over the wide, glittering controlboard in his mighty Citadel far from Terra. He was frantically calling the Preistess. The outermost of his far-flung observation net had just reported the bubbleship approaching Earth. 

At last contact was made. "Priestess!" he roared.

Her golden face appeared on the screen, worried yet triumphant, "Yes...Master," she replied. Was that mockery in her tone?  He couldn't tell.

"Why have you not come to the thought-field as I ordered?" he whipped out.  "This delay is dangerous! Unforseen evvents are threatening our whole strategic plan, and imperiling the very existence of Kartan! Come at once, and hurry! "  his now harried voice rattled off.

"I am not coming," responded the Prestess' calm tones. 

"Good. Hurry and...WHAT!"  For the first time in untold eons, stark astonishment convulsed the Master's features. "Do you dare to defy me...ME, the Master of Kartan?"

"Yes!" she blazed with the full vitality of her being. "No longer shall I be but a clod under your overbearing dominance. What is Kartan, that I should defent it? A senile ruler and a horde of phantoms from his mad brain!"

Her voice dripped scorn. "And Daakta is the same.....You and Daakta's ruler can match Thought-Men till the Citadel is dust, for all of me! I stay here on Earth, where the people are real. I stay here -- with Igor!" 

His face livid, the Master rose before the screen. "Then you die! And I unthink Igor at this instant...unh...unh...IGOR!...WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO IGOR?" he screamed.

"Schweinhund, I am no longer Igor," roared the black-bearded giant, stepping up to the vision-screen. "I am Professor von Heine, der greatest uff der

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conferences could provide no better alternative than to obey the commands, while keeping a sharp eye open for the attack which they felt sure was the real reason behind this fantastic tale of a galactic civilization. * * * THE BROADCASTING STUDIO, of course, was in chaos. Someone signaled Upperberth that he was off the air, and then switched on a loudspeaker in the studio so that the announcement from space could be heard there. "What happened? Our broadcast..." gasped Staff, astounded by the frantic scurryings of the technicians in the control booth. "Plenty!" choked Upperberth, speechless for once in his life, "This is the greatest thing...why, FITS can...the rocket will...but this is greater...poor von Heine, if he had only liv..." He paled. Staff, following the direction of his bulging eyes, looked at the door of the studio. There, coming through the bustle and crowd, was a lovely, golden-clad woman, accompanied by a familiar towering figure with a lush black beard. Upperberth found his voice at last, in a might shout. "Great foaming Beer -- It's Professor von Heine!" * * * A FEW MINUTES before the space-broadcast began, the Master of Kartan crouched over the wide, glittering controlboard in his mighty Citadel far from Terra. He was frantically calling the Preistess. The outermost of his far-flung observation net had just reported the bubbleship approaching Earth. At last contact was made. "Priestess!" he roared. Her golden face appeared on the screen, worried yet triumphant, "Yes...Master," she replied. Was that mockery in her tone? He couldn't tell. "Why have you not come to the thought-field as I ordered?" he whipped out. "This delay is dangerous! Unforseen evvents are threatening our whole strategic plan, and imperiling the very existence of Kartan! Come at once, and hurry! " his now harried voice rattled off. "I am not coming," responded the Prestess' calm tones. "Good. Hurry and...WHAT!" For the first time in untold eons, stark astonishment convulsed the Master's features. "Do you dare to defy me...ME, the Master of Kartan?" "Yes!" she blazed with the full vitality of her being. "No longer shall I be but a clod under your overbearing dominance. What is Kartan, that I should defent it? A senile ruler and a horde of phantoms from his mad brain!" Her voice dripped scorn. "And Daakta is the same.....You and Daakta's ruler can match Thought-Men till the Citadel is dust, for all of me! I stay here on Earth, where the people are real. I stay here -- with Igor!" His face livid, the Master rose before the screen. "Then you die! And I unthink Igor at this instant...unh...unh...IGOR!...WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO IGOR?" he screamed. "Schweinhund, I am no longer Igor," roared the black-bearded giant, stepping up to the vision-screen. "I am Professor von Heine, der greatest uff der (24)