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confidence, knew all kinds of skills and techniques, most of them learned from you. You could say that it was they who preserved your inheritance for you, at least partly. These qualities were introduced, reintroduced if you like, and maintained by Volyens – though interbreeding soon made it hard to say what was native and what Volyen in what had become a vigorous new people. And the same process was going on in the more temperate parts of Volyenadna. Even faster there, because the awful hardships of life on that icy planet had always produced strong and enduring people. Very soon Moon I, or Volyenadna, partly threw off, partly absorbed its Volyen invaders, and then conquered Volyen, and settled this planet.’
    â€˜One of my ancestors,’ said he, with pride, ‘was a Westerman from Volyenadna.’
    â€˜I can see it in you,’ said I.
    He looked modest, while holding out his hands for me to admire. They are very large strong hands, the distinguishing mark of Westermen from Volyenadna.
    â€˜Mind you, we gave them a good fight, it wasn’t just a walkover,’ he boasted.
    â€˜No, an army of one thousand Volyendestans met them as they landed, and every one of the Volyendestans was killed. You died to a man, all blasted to cinders by the weapons of Moon I.’
    â€˜That’s right. Our Gallant One Thousand. And as for the invaders, nine-tenths of us were killed, even though the Volyendestans had only primitive weapons in comparison.’
    â€˜What a massacre that was – of both invaders and invaded.’
    â€˜Yes.’
    â€˜A glorious chapter in the annals of both sides.’
    â€˜Yes.’
    â€˜I was admiring today the two memorials standing side by side in your main town square, commemorating that glorious day, one for the Gallant One Thousand, the Volyendestans, or Moon II, and the other for the Heroic Volyenadnans, or Moon I. Your ancestors, whose blood runs in your veins. Together, of course, with the blood of the Volyens, and many others.’
    He was regarding me steadily, with a thoughtful expression tinged with bitterness.
    â€˜Right, mate,’ he said. ‘I know you well enough by now. What is it you are warning me about?’
    â€˜Well, what do you think, Ormarin?’
    â€˜You really think Sirius will …?’
    â€˜You are weak, divided, declining.’
    â€˜We’ll fight them on the –’
    â€˜Yes, yes, but don’t you think …’
    â€˜How is it you are so sure of it, if you aren’t a Sirian agent, that is? I’m beginning to think –’
    â€˜No, I am not, Ormarin. And I am sure that you don’t really think anything of the kind. Why should I have to have any special sources of information to enable me to see what is obvious? When a planet is weak, divided, declining, nearly always it is taken over by a stronger planet or group of planets. If not Sirius, then some other power. What makes you think you are immune to this law, Ormarin?’
    Down in the valley dark was falling. The hundreds of slave labourers were being pushed into a double file on the new road by the guards who ran and scampered all around them: they were being marched off for the night.
    â€˜Poor creatures,’ he said suddenly, his voice hot with pity. ‘And is that going to be our fate?’
    I said, ‘The Sirian Empire is well past its peak. It has been expanding slowly, for – But if I told you how many millenniums, would you be able to take it in?
Your
history covers a few thousand of your years. The Sirian Empire is the greatest
in size
in our galaxy. There have been periodswhen its growth was checked, periods when it was reduced, because of indecision on the part of the rulers of Sirius. But, looked at overall, it has grown. This last period is one of frenetic and frantic unplanned growth, because of the internal battles going on inside the Sirian ruling classes. It is an interesting fact