y was in progress； although there was much plaining because the officers had to serve themselves。
Up and up the shuttleships shot； toward the great fleet of deep…spacers that darkened the stars above； a new fleet； the most powerful the galaxy had ever seen； so new in fact that the ships were still under construction。 Welding torches flared in brilliant points of light while hot rivets hurled their flat trajectories across the sky into the waiting buckets。 The spots of light died away as one behemoth of the star lanes was pleted and thin screams sounded in the space…suit radio circuit as the workers； instead of being returned to the yards； were pressed into service on the ship they had so recently built。 This was total war。
Bill staggered through the sagging plastic tube that connected the shuttleship to a dreadnaught of space and dropped his bags iii front of a petty chief officer who sat at a desk in the hangar…sized spacelock。 Or rather he tried to drop it； but since there was no gravity the bags remained in mid…air； and when he pushed them down he rose （since a body when it is falling freely is said to be in free fall； and anything with weight has no weight； and for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction or something like that）。 The petty looked up and snarled and pulled Bill back down to the deck。
〃None of your bowby spacelubber tricks； trooper。 Name？〃
〃Bill； spelled with two L's。〃
〃Bil；〃 the petty mumbled； licking the end of his stylo； then inscribing it in the ship's roster with round； illiterate letters。 〃Two ‘L's' for officers only； bowb…learn your place。 What's your classification？〃
〃Recruit； unskilled； untrained； spacesick。〃
〃Well don't puke in here； that's what you have your own quarters for。 You are now a Fuse Tender Sixth Class； unskilled。 Bunk down in partment 34J…89T…ooi。 Move。 And keep that woopsy…sack over your head。〃
No sooner had Bill found his quarters and thrown his bags into a bunk； where they floated five inches over the reclaimed rock…wool mattress； than Eager Beager came in； followed by Bowb Brown and a crowd of strangers； some of them carrying welding torches and angry expressions。
〃Where's Ugly and the rest of the squad？〃 Bill asked。 Bowb shrugged and strapped himself into his bunk for a little shut…eye。 Eager opened one of the six bags he always carried and removed some boots to polish。
〃Are you saved？〃 A deep voice； vibrant with emotion； sounded from the other end of the partment。 Bill looked up； startled； and the big trooper standing there saw the motion and stabbed toward him with an immense finger。 〃You； brother； are you saved？〃
〃That's a little hard to say；〃 Bill mumbled； bending over and rooting in his bag； hoping the man would go away。 But he didn't； in fact； he came over and sat down on Bill's bunk。 Bill tried to ignore him； but this was hard to do； because the trooper was over six feet high； heavily muscled； and ironjawed。 He had lovely； purplish…black skin that made Bill a little jealous； because his was only a sort of grayish pink。 Since the trooper's shipboard uniform was almost the same shade of black； he looked all of a piece； very effective with his flashing smile and piercing gaze。
〃Wele aboard the Christine Keeler；〃 he said； and with a friendly shake splintered most of Bill's knucklebones。 〃The grand old lady of this fleet； missioned almost a week ago。 I'm the Reverend Fuse Tender Sixth Class Tembo；
and I see by the stencil on your bag that your name is Bill； and since we're shipmates； Bill； please call me Tembo； and how is the condition of your soul？〃
〃I haven't had much chance to think about it lately 。 。 。〃
〃I should think not； just ing from recruit training； since attendance of chapel during training is a court…martial offense。 But that's all behind you now and you can be saved。 Might I ask if you are of the faith 。 。 。 ？〃
〃My folks were Fundamentalist Zoroastrian； so I suppose 。 。 。 〃
〃Superstition； my boy； rank superstition。 It was the hand of fate that brought us together in this ship； that your soul would have this one chance to be saved from the fiery pit。 You've heard of Earth？〃
〃I like plain food 。 。 。〃
〃It's a planet； my boy…the home of the human race。 The home from whence we all sprang； see it； a green and lovely world； a jewel in space。〃 Tembo had slipped a tiny projector from his pocket while he spoke； and a colored image appeared on the bulkhead； a planet swimming artistically through the void； girdled by white clouds。 Suddenly ruddy lightning shot through the clouds； and they twisted and boiled while great wounds appeared on the planet below。 From the pinhead speaker came the tiny sound of rolling thunder。 〃But wars sprang up among the sons of man and they smote each other with the atomic energies until the Earth itself groaned aloud and mighty was the holocaust。 And when the final lightnings stilled there was death in the North； death in the West； death in the East； death； death； death。 Do you realize what that means？〃 Tembo's voice was eloquent with feeling； suspended for an instant in mid…flight； waiting for the answer to the catechistical question。
〃I'm not quite sure；〃 Bill said； rooting aimlessly in his bag； 〃I e from Phigerinadon II； it's a quieter place 。 。 。〃
〃There was no death in the SOUTH！ And why was the South spared； I ask you； and the answer is because it was the will of Samedi that all the false prophets and false religions and false gods be wiped from the face of the Earth so that the only true faith should remain。 The First Reformed Voodoo Church 。 。 。〃
General Quarters sounded； a hooting alarm keyed to the resonant frequency of the human skull so that the bone vibrated as though the head were inside a mighty bell； and the eyes blurred out of focus with each stroke。 There was a scramble for the passageway； where the hideous sound 。was not quite as loud and where non…corns were waiting to herd them to their stations。 Bill followed Eager Beager up an oily ladder and out of the hatch in the floor of the fuse room。 Great racks of fuses stretched away on all sides of them； while from the tops of the racks sprang arm…thick cables that looped upward and vanished through the ceiling。 In front of the racks； evenly spaced； were round openings a foot in diameter。
〃My opening remarks will be brief； any trouble from any of you and I will personally myself feed you head first down the nearest fuseway。〃 A greasy forefinger pointed at one of the holes in the deck； and they recognized the voice of their new master。 He was shorter and wider and thicker in the gut than Deathwish； but there was a generic resemblance that was unmistakable。 〃I am Fuse Tender First Class Spleen。 I will take you crumbly； ground…crawling bowbs and will turn you into highly skilled and efficient fuse tenders or else feed you down the nearest fuseway。 This is a highly skilled and efficient technical speciality which usually takes a year to train a good man but this is war so you are going to learn to do it now or else。 I will now demonstrate。 Tembo front and center。 Take board 19J…9； it's out of circuit now。〃
Tembo clashed his heels and stood at rigid attention in front of the board。
Stretching away on both sides of him were the fuses； white ceramic cylinders capped on both ends with metal； each one a foot in diameter； five feet high； and weighing ninety pounds。 There was a red band around the midriff of each fuse。 First Class Spleen tapped one of these bands。
〃Every fuse has one of these red bands； which is called a fuseband and is of the color red。 When the fuse burns out this band turns black。 I don't expect you to remember all this now； but it's in your manual and you are going to be letter…perfect before I am done with you； or else。 Now I will show you what will happen when a fuse burns out。 Tembo…that is a burned…out fuse！ Go！〃
〃Unggh！〃 Tembo shouted； and leaped at the fuse and grasped it with both hands。 〃Unggh！〃 he said again； as he pulled it from the clips； and again 〃Unggh！〃 when he dropped it into the fuseway。 Then； still Ungghing； be pulled a new fuse from the storage rack and clipped it into place and with a final Unggh！ snapped back to attention。
〃And that's the way it is done； by the c