to be built and they did not traffic； the cities fell poor and made war on one another； and the sun was not quiet。
A plague came down from the muck above Har…Magedon； a dropping from the dragons to cover the land like a foul mist before dawn。 The plague was a vile sickness of the eye； of the nose； of the throat； of the head； of the heart and the soul of a man； and his skin fell； the plague did make men over into a likeness of the four beasts； and they were loathsome in their misery and their brothers fled in terror before them。
And with this the voice of Micah cried out； saying； this was the end of the days； and the voice of Elisha cried out； saying； this was the end of the days； and the spirit and ghost of Ezekiel cried out； and was seen within the gates of the city； telling the lamentations and mourning； for this was the end of the days。
And it was so。
（The following line of text consisted of but a single word； an Aramaism indicating darkness； or time； or generation。 It could be translated as Interregnum。）
The man who was two men rose up from his bed （tomb？） in the underworld； and was angry at what he found in the land。 He broke the earth of the Temple （emerged from his tomb below？ or within？） and came forth in fury to banish the dragons from the mountain。 He raised up his rod and struck the walls； bidding the families to go free and live； he gave food and fort to the traveler and counseled him； and guided his hand to the tent rope； he bade his kinsman enter his （room？ house？） and take rest； he labored without stop to undo the sore misery on the land。
When the sun was quiet again； the man who was two men worked to refill the well （cistern） and he swept the skies clear of debris。 The dragons fled from their foul nests； and the plague fled with them to another part of the world。 The man turned his eye up to the Temple and there was a great； blinding yellow light filling the heavens from the rim of the world to the rim： and it was a sign and a promise from the holy prophets to the laborer that the world was made new again； and was at peace with itself。 Flowers bloomed and there was fruit on the vine。 The sun was quiet。
The man who was two men rested in his earth…place （tomb？） and was content。
Brian Chaney pulled himself from his reverie to look down the table at his panions。
Arthur Saltus was reading the photo…copied pages in a desultory manner； his interest barely caught by the narrative。 Major Moresby was scribbling in a notebook… his only support to a retentive memory…and had gone back to the beginning of the translation to read it a second time。 Chaney suspected he was hooked。 Kathryn van Hise was across the table from him； sitting motionless with her fingers interlaced on the tabletop。 The young woman had been surreptitiously watching him while he day…dreamed； but turned her glance down when he looked directly at her。
Chaney wondered what she really thought of all this？ Apart from her superior's opinions； apart from the stance officially adopted by the Bureau； what did she think？ At breakfast she had exhibited some embarrassment…it may have been alarm…at the prospect of filming the alternate target； fikning the Crucifixion； but other than that he'd found no sign of her personal beliefs or attitudes toward the future survey。 She had revealed pride and triumph in the engineers' acplishments and she was fanatically loyal to her employer…but what did she think？ Did she have any mental reservations？
He failed utterly to understand Seabrooke's interest in the second scroll。
Every scholar recognized it as midrash； there had been no controversy over the second scroll and had it been published alone he would have escaped the notoriety。 He thought Gilbert Seabrooke something of a lunatic to even introduce it into the briefing room。 There was no meat here for the survey。 There was nothing in the Eschatos relating to the ing probe of the turn of the century； the story was firmly rooted in the first century before Christ and did not look or hint beyond 70 A。D。 Actually it didn't peer beyond its own century。 It made no claim or pretense to genuine prophecy as did； say； the Book of Daniel…whose scribe pretended to be alive about five hundred years before he was born； only to betray himself by his faulty grasp of history。 Gilbert Seabrooke was reading imaginary lines between the lines； grabbing at rays of yellow light and the droppings of dragons。
One of the three telephones rang。
Kathryn van Hise jumped from her chair to answer and the three men turned to watch her。
The conversation was short。 She listened carefully； said Yes； sir three or four times； and assured the caller that the studies were proceeding at a satisfactory pace。 She said Yes； sir a final time and hung up the instrument。 Moresby was half out of his chair in anticipation。
Saltus said： 〃Well； e on； Katrina！〃
〃The engineers have concluded their testing and the vehicle is now on operational status。 Field trials will begin very soon； gentlemen。 Mr。 Seabrooke suggested that we take the day off as a token of celebration。 He will meet us at the pool this afternoon。〃
Arthur Saltus yelled； and was halfway to the door。
Brian Chaney dropped his copy of the Eschatos scroll into a wastebasket and prepared to follow him。
He looked to the woman and said： 〃Last one in is a wandering Egyptian。〃
SIX
Brian Chaney came up from a shallow dive and paddled to the edge of the pool； he clung to the tiled rim for a space and attempted to wipe the gentle sting of chlorine from his eyes。 The sun was hot； and the air warmer than the water。 Two of his panions played in the water behind him while a third…the Major…sat in the shade and stared solemnly at a chess board； waiting for anyone to e along and challenge him。 The pieces were set out。 The recreation area held a few others beside themselves but none seemed interested in chess。
Chaney glanced over his shoulder at the pair playing in the water； and felt the smallest pain of jealousy。 He climbed from the pool and reached for a towel。
Gilbert Seabrooke said： 〃Afternoon； Chaney。〃
The Director of Operations sat nearby under a gaudy beach umbrella； sipping a drink and watching the bathers。 It was his first appearance。
Chaney stretched the towel over his back and ran across the hot tiles。 〃Good afternoon。 You're the red telephone。〃 They shook hands。
Seabrooke smiled briefly。 〃No； that's our line to the White House。 Please don't pick it up and call the President。〃 A wave of the hand extended an invitation to the other chair beneath the umbrella。 〃Refreshments？〃
〃Not just yet； thanks。〃 He studied the man with an open curiosity。 〃Has someone been carrying tales？〃 His glance went briefly to the woman in the water。
Seabrooke's smooth reply attempted to erase the sting。 〃I receive daily reports； of course； I try to keep on top of every activity on this station。 And I'm quite used to people misunderstanding my motives and actions。〃 Again the smallest of stingy smiles。 〃I make it a practice to explore every possible avenue to attain whatever goal is in view。 Please don't be upset 。by my interest in your outside activities。〃
〃They have no relation to this activity。〃
〃Perhaps； and perhaps not。 But I refuse to ignore them for I am a methodical man。〃
Chaney said： 〃And a persistent one。〃
Gilbert Seabrooke was tall； thin； taut； and looked like that well…known fellow in the State Department…or perhaps it was that other fellow who sat on the Supreme Court。 He wore the carefully cultivated statesman image。 His hair was silver gray and parted precisely in the middle； with the ends brushed backward at a conservative angle； his eyes appeared gray； although upon closer inspection they were an icy blue…green； the lips were firm； not used to laughter； while the chin was strong and clean with no hint of a double on the neckline。 He carried his body as rigidly erect as a military man； and his pipe jutted out straight to challenge the world。 He was Establishment。
Chaney had vague knowledge of his political history。
Seabrooke had been governor of one of the Dakotas…memory refused to reve