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Another； narrower beam flashed centimetres away from where he had been； burning deep into the floor。 But Keill had found refuge behind a heap of discarded cases； and lay there； listening carefully； looking over his surroundings。
Clearly Thr'un's men had seen no need to be tidy…minded in their occupancy of the dome。 Nor had the scientific group who had first used the structure been any more inclined to neatness when they left。 The upper level； which was one large chamber with the dome itself as ceiling； was filled with clutter and rubble。
There were discarded cases and containers of every size and shape； scattered and heaped at random。 There were what seemed to be stacks of spare parts for machinery； and segments of scientific equipment； probably damaged and thrown aside as irrepairable。 There were even a few mounds of rock … no doubt samples from the surface of the moon； left behind after examination。
It all meant useful cover； for anyone wishing to keep hidden in the wide chamber。 But it was cover for Thr'un as much as Keill。
Then Keill saw that there was a considerable cleared space along one side of the chamber … a space that was dominated by a tall bank of equipment； apparently in working order。
munications equipment； without doubt。 Perhaps for Thr'un to maintain contact with his 'Master' ？
A faint rustle to Keill's left。 The giant was circling； stalking； seeking a chance for another shot with his beam…gun。
Keep moving； Keill told himself； edging soundlessly away to his right。 It was his only direction … yet he regretted it； for he was being driven away from the stairs； being cut off from the only way out。 No matter； he thought。 If he'd been sensible； he would never have climbed the stairs … but merely have gone out to his ship and blasted the dome to cinders。 But somehow he had wanted to face the giant this way。 And there was always the chance that more useful information might be forthing。
The energy beam hissed past him； and a metal canister on a heap of rubbish fell away； a gaping hole melted into its surface。 Keill ducked； moving swiftly … and as he did so； the rich bass voice of Thr'un echoed musically through the chamber。
'Wele； legionary。 You seem amazingly difficult to kill …but I promise you； you will not leave here alive。'
Chapter thirteen
Keill did not reply； but took advantage of the sound of the resonant voice to move more swiftly。 Only a few strides now； and he would be behind the heavy bank of equipment that was some plex form of municator。 There was a chance that Thr'un would not wish to burn through that； to reach him。
'As close…mouthed as ever； Randor？' called the giant。 He； too； had moved； as the direction of his voice showed。 'I would have thought you would have a few last words。'
Again； covered by the rolling echoes of Thr'un's voice； Keill moved。 For an instant he was fully exposed in the cleared area； but his speed saved him。 He felt the blistering heat of the energy beam just above his head as he dived and rolled； ing to rest behind the municator cabinet。 Its metal bulk rose fortingly above him； nearly his own height。
'You are mistaken；' Thr'un said； 'if you think that will protect you。' To underline the words； the energy beam bit at the corner of the municator。 Molten metal hissed and dripped。
'And you are mistaken；' Keill shouted； 'if you think killing me will save you。 My 。 。。 panion in the ship still has you trapped。'
'Yes； that was clever of you；' Thr'un mocked。 His voice indicated that he was moving slowly closer。 'I had not imagined that there was someone in your ship … you were alone； were you not； on Saltrenius ？ Who is it out there； another legionary？'
'As full of questions as ever； Thr'un ？' Keill said； mimicking the giant's earlier words。 'Still intending to report dutifully to your Master ？'
Keill was aware that the giant wanted to keep him talking； to put him off…guard when the final attack came。 But the trick might work in reverse。 Certainly Thr'un seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice。 。。
'I do not report to the Master；' Thr'un sneered。 'Only the One reports。'
Keill sat up at that。 More intriguing hints and mysteries。 Could he jolt more information out of the giant … providing he had time to do so ？
'And the 〃One〃 would be the head of your group that you nearly told me about ？'
'Clever again；' Thr'un growled。 He was even closer now。 His energy gun crackled again； and a corner of the municator sagged； something within it bursting briefly into flame。 Keill paid scant attention。
'Is he as insane as you； or your cowardly Master ？' he called。
'You prattle of things beyond your knowledge！' Thr'un replied； voice rumbling deep with anger。
'Knowledge ？' Keill said。 He sensed that the moment of attack was near； and spoke quickly； hardly thinking about what he was saying。 'I know what you are； and who you serve。 I know your Master is the destroyer of my world and my people。 And I know that he has a madman's dream of wrecking the galaxy with warfare； and ruling over its ruins！'
Surprise joined the anger in Thr'un's voice。 'You know more than you should； legionary。 More than I imagined。 The Master will be interested。'
Again his beam…gun blazed； and there was a flash and a muffled explosion deep in the bowels of the bank of equipment。 Keill drew back slightly as the metal that sheltered him grew hot to the touch。 But he moved by reflex； hardly aware …for his mind was dazedly trying to assimilate what had just been said。
He had hurled his wild accusations； based on the story old Talis had told； in order to provoke Thr'un into revealing the true nature of the 'Master' who directed him。 He had not imagined for a moment。。。
But it had happened。 Thr'un had confirmed the fantastic things Keill had said。
Which meant that the Overseers' story about the Warlord 。。。 was true。
As true as Talis's statement about the bones of Keill's body。
He shook his head； trying to clear it； to re…orient himself。 Think about it later； he told himself savagely； or you won't live to think at all。
Thr'un's voice had last e from a point that must be on； or near； the edge of the cleared area。 Silently Keill eased his way to the right； crouching at the corner of the municator； concentrating； focusing energy and power into his legs。 Make him speak again； he thought。 Pinpoint his position。
'Your Master won't be pleased at what has happened here； Thr'un；' he called。 'A failure is executed … isn't that the way of the Warlord？'
'Warlord； you call him？' Thr'un rumbled。 'An apt name。 Yes； he has his way with failure。 But I have not failed； legionary。 I was sent here to plete the task I began … to clear the galaxy of your Legions。 And I will plete it！'
The implication of the words struck Keill at once； and the hatred and rage that rose in him seemed to fill his veins with fire。 'You？ You are the destroyer ？'
'It was I；' the giant gloated； 'who sent the radiation capsules into the atmosphere of Moros。 A laughably simple task。 Miniature capsules； made by the genius of the Master； hidden in an innocent shipment of grain。 Your Legions suspected nothing。 And then； on the signal； the chain reaction。。。'
But Keill did not