role as the eternal ones of Luna might be terminated 
anyway. We should be content now with the exhibition 
specimens, which we brought into our possession, and 
return finally to Maragon. More than two hundred 
Argos are a long time, even for us." 
   "Back to Maragon, yes!" said Kelemar F, with a 
longing stepping into his eyes. "Halamon B, you 
agree?"
   "Yes", was the responding answer. "I also consider it 
appropriate. Exhibition specimens from two hundred 
Argos, from the cave into space - the culture advisors 
of Maragon will be content with the Terran species 
and will pay us so well that we can enjoy the next four 
hundred Argos without troubles in our lives. But, 
naturally, the crowning acquisition is still missing."
   "You mean. . ."
   "The space generation of the species Earth human, 
of course! Without them, our collection will be 
incomplete. I certainly hope that by your. . . reflex, that 
larger difficulties won't ensue, on our way to achieving 
our goal. The Terrans are now warned, and the whole 
extent of their technical development is not yet 
revealed to us."
   Dagarel E pointed upward. "Yes, the missile falls!" 
   The three Maragoner observed how the Earth ship 
smashed onto the Moon soil and, badly crippled, 
remained lying. 
   "What are the chances the Terrans survived that?" 
asked Dagarel E doubtfully. 
   Halamon B threw his head back. "We will see. Even 
if they didn't, others will come in order to check on 
them. In either case, they will accuse us of being 
responsible for the crash. We must be very careful,

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