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  1. Call Me Joe
  2. Editor’s Introduction
  3. Poul Anderson by Greg Bear
  4. Call Me Joe
  5. Prayer in War
  6. Tomorrow’s Children
  7. Kinnison’s Band
  8. The Helping Hand
  9. Wildcat
  10. Clausius’ Chaos
  11. Journey’s End
  12. Heinlein’s Stories
  13. Logic
  14. Time Patrol
  15. The First Love
  16. The Double-Dyed Villains
  17. To a Tavern Wench
  18. The Immortal Game
  19. Backwardness
  20. Haiku
  21. Genius
  22. There Will Be Other Times
  23. The Live Coward
  24. Ballade of an Artificial Satellite
  25. Time Lag
  26. The Man Who Came Early
  27. Autumn
  28. Turning Point
  29. Honesty
  30. The Alien Enemy
  31. Eventide
  32. Enough Rope
  33. The Sharing of Flesh
  34. Barbarous Allen
  35. Welcome
  36. Flight to Forever
  37. Sea Burial
  38. Barnacle Bull
  39. To Jack Williamson
  40. Time Heals
  41. MacCannon
  42. The Martian Crown Jewels
  43. Then Death Will Come
  44. Prophecy
  45. Einstein’s Distress
  46. Kings Who Die
  47. Ochlan
  48. Starfog
  49. Want to read more?
  50. About the Author, Artist, and Publisher
  51. Publication History
  52. Acknowledgments
  53. Praise for the works of Poul Anderson

“Spies, you mean?” asked Meinz impatiently.

“No, never! What, never? Hardly ever!” Alak’s classical quotation was lost on Kaltro, who merely grunted, but Meinz smiled. “We weren’t too interested in the military-political details of Ulugan,” went on the field agent cryptically. “Mostly, we studied the neighboring stars. No one could object to scientific study of primitive planets, could they?

“I’ll see that you get our complete dossier on Ulugani sociodynamics, but briefly, the set-up is simple. There’s a hereditary emperor and a military aristocracy ruling a subservient class of peasants and workers. The aristocracy is hand in glove with the big commercial interests—it’s a sort of monopoly capitalism, partly controlled by the state and partly controlling the state. No, that’s a poor way to phrase it. Let’s say that the industrial trusts and the military caste together are the state. The supreme power is, for all practical purposes, lodged in the Arkazhik, a kind of combined premier and war minister. Right now he’s one Hurulta, an able, aggressive, ambitious being with some colorful dreams of glory.

“Very well. Ulugan, under Hurulta, wants to start conquering itself an empire. Specifically, they intend to annex Tukatan, a fertile planet with a backward population. In fact, by now, in the time it’s taken me to get here, they have begun doing so. But you know they aren’t going to stop there.”

“No,” said Meinz after a pause. “No, I suppose not.” Then, briskly: “But after all, what does it concern us? A thousand light-years away—”

“That thousand light-years is shrinking,” said Kaltro. “The League territory is expanding, through exploration, colonization, the joining of new systems. The Ulugani empire will also expand, toward us. Our analysts estimate that in a mere two hundred years, there will be contact. You know that an interstellar civilization can’t be big merely in space; it has to be big in time, too. We have to think ahead.”

“Um-m-m—” Meinz rubbed his chin.

“My guess is that if we don’t stop Ulugan now, we won’t even have those two centuries,” said Alak. “They’re spoiling for trouble. A real war would unite their still new empire like nothing else.”

Meinz nodded. “A good point. But can you stop them? To try and then fail would be—catastrophic.”

“We can only try,” said Kaltro gravely. “I won’t hide from you that the situation is, well, precarious. But I don’t see how we can afford not to try.”

“Still…war—” Meinz twisted his mouth, as if it held a sour taste. “The ruination of planets. The killing of a billion innocent civilians to get at a few guilty leaders. The legacy of hatred. The corrosive effects of victory on the so-called victors. The Patrol has always existed to prevent war. If it instigated one—”

“Our intention,” said Kaltro, “is to stop Ulugan without starting a war.”

“How?”

“I can’t tell you that. We have to have our secrets.”

“And if you do provoke them into declaring one—?”

Alak shrugged. “That,” he said, “is the chance we have to take.”