'So what?'
' So what? You want to be left behind?'
'Hardly seems to matter.'
'Are you insane? Stryke's going to take us back home.'
'Maybe he's going to try.'
'You're scared of the transition, is that it?'
Standeven flared indignantly, 'How dare you imply — '
'Oh, stow it. You've hardly proved yourself a hero on this little jaunt, have you? Cowardice's a fair assumption.'
'It's not that.'
Pepperdyne doubted it. 'What, then?'
'Suppose he does get us back. We'd be no better off, Hammrik's going to be on our trail again, and Stryke will still have the instrumentalities.'
'That again, is it?'
'What do you mean?'
'The stars. You've become obsessed with them. We can sort out the situation with Hammrik, if only by getting as far away from him as possible, but you have to have the stars. Is there a limit to your greed?'
'It's not that.'
'What, then?'
'I just think… I think they'd be better with me.'
'The instrumentalities would be better with you,' Pepperdyne repeated incredulously.
Standeven nodded.
'You have gone crazy.'
'It's hard to explain. I — '
'Don't even try. We've no time for your ravings. On your feet.'
He stayed where he was.
'If we don't get to the band right now,' Pepperdyne warned him, 'we're going to spend the rest of our lives in this place.'
'Suits me. But then, you wouldn't be with your little friend, would you?'
'What?'
'Coilla. Grown close, haven't you? But you should have a care. The others don't like it. Stryke's certainly not keen. Do you think he might have ambitions in that direction himself? After all — '
'Right, that does it.' Pepperdyne grabbed hold of his one-time master and bodily hauled him up.
'Take your filthy hands off me, you — '
Pepperdyne punched him in the solar plexus, hard. Standeven doubled, gasping. Pepperdyne took hold of his arms and began frog-marching him along the beach.
Jup was just finishing the roll call when Coilla turned up. She was breathless.
'Where've you been?' Stryke demanded.
'Sorry,' she gasped. 'Didn't… know we… were supposed… to be here.'
'You would if you'd stuck around. Where were you?'
'Just… taking a walk.'
She got some odd looks for that.
'Picking wildflowers?' Haskeer mocked.
Coilla glared at him. 'I was taking a last look at the island. That all right with you?'
Haskeer shrugged.
'You seen the humans?' Stryke asked her.
'Jode and Standeven?'
'Know of any others tagging along with us?'
'Oh, right. No. Er, yes.'
'Which is it?'
'I saw them back there. Just briefly. They're coming.'
'They'd better be quick.'
'Here they are!' one of the grunts shouted.
The pair of humans were hurrying their way. Pepperdyne was no longer propelling Standeven, though the latter was limping and looked rough.
'Sorry, Stryke,' Pepperdyne said.
'Let's do this, shall we?' He took in their expectant, and in some cases apprehensive, faces as he dug out the instrumentalities and the amulet.
'Try to get it right this time,' Haskeer muttered.
Stryke shot him a murderous glance. 'I've been studying the markings for most of the day. It'll be done right.' He started to assemble the stars.
Everybody gathered round and watched him carefully slot together all but one of the artefacts.
'Right,' he said, 'brace yourselves.'
Coilla and Pepperdyne exchanged a furtive look. Jup and Spurral linked hands. Dallog gave Wheam's trembling shoulder a supportive squeeze. Standeven wore an expression similar to a cornered rodent's. Everybody tensed.
Stryke began easing the fifth and final star into place.
There were shouts and screams. Along the beach, dwarfs were scattering in panic. The source of their terror was a ship that seemed to have appeared without any of the band noticing.
'Ah, fuck,' Haskeer cursed, 'not again!'
Stryke stayed his hand.
'Do it!' Haskeer urged.
Stryke removed the fifth star.
'What you doing?'
'We've got company.' He nodded at the ship.
'You mean they have.'
Stryke glanced at the running dwarfs. 'We don't abandon comrades.'
'For the gods' sake, Stryke!'
'We're not leaving. Not 'til we know what this is.'
'Recognise that ship?' Pepperdyne said. 'It's the same bunch that attacked us earlier.'
'Remember what they did to us last time, Stryke,' Coilla warned. 'They've got strong magic.'
'Still,' he replied calmly, 'don't you want to know who they are?'
'No!' Haskeer protested.
'Just because you want to dodge a fight — ' Coilla began.
Haskeer bridled. 'Who you accusing of — '
' Button it,' Stryke growled. 'This isn't the time.' He put away the stars and stuffed the amulet back down his shirt.
Kalgeck arrived at a sprint. He made straight for Spurral. 'Is it them? Have they come back?'
'The Gatherers?' she said. 'No, it's not them. You know it can't be. But they're as deadly in a different way. Get your kin clear of the beach.'
'They're already doing that. I want to fight.'
'Not this time, Kalgeck. We're facing something too powerful.'
'Then why not use the trebuchets?' He pointed to the volcano.
'Of course!' Coilla exclaimed. 'The catapults. Stryke?'
'It's a good idea. Let's get up there.'
'Catapults ain't going to dent those bastards,' Haskeer grumbled.
' Come on! ' Coilla yelled.
'You get to cover!' Spurral sternly instructed Kalgeck.
The band dashed for the path leading to the ledge on the mountainside. All but Standeven, who under cover
