I stood at the door of the palace as Klow himself rolled up to the edge of the parade-ground.  My men, obeying orders, had given way to him; his crews swarmed the space behind and on all sides of him, while my own bullies were all about and behind the palace.  Never did two such giant armies face one another in peace; for I had caused my banner to be floated wrong end to, in token of surrender.

First, a small body of subordinates waited upon me, demanding that I give up the throne.  I answered that I would treat with none save Klow himself; and shortly the knave, surrounded by perhaps fifty underlings, stepped up before me.

“Hail, Stroker!” he growled, his voice shaking a bit with excitement; not with fear, for he were a brave man.  “Hail to thee and to thine, and a pleasant stay in Hofe for ye all!”

“Hail, Klow!” replied I, glancing up meaningly at the air monsters wheeling there.  “I take it that ye purpose to execute us.”

“Aye,” he growled savagely.  “Thou didst attack without provocation.  Thy life is forfeit, and as many more as may be found needful to guarantee peace.”

“Then,” I quoth, my manner changing, “then ye have saved me the trouble of deciding what shall be thy fate.  Execution, say you?  So be it!”

And I strode down to the great log of iron which lay ready to fill the gap.  Klow looked at me with a peculiar expression, as though he thought me mad.  True, it looked it; how could I do him harm without myself suffering?

But I kicked the props which held the iron, and gave it a start with my foot.  The ends of the pole-to-pole rod lay concealed by brush, perchance fifty yards away.  In ten seconds that last section had rolled completely between them; and only a fool would have missed seeing that, the last ten feet, the iron was fair jerked through the air.

As this happened we all heard a tremendous crackling, like that of nearby lightning, while enormous clouds of dust arose from the two concealed ends, which were now become connections.  And at the same time a loud, steely click, just one and no more, sounded from the intruding host.

For a moment Klow was vastly puzzled.  Then he snarled angrily:  “What means this foolery, Strokor?  Advance, and give up thy ax!”

For answer I turned me about, so as to face my men, and held up my hand in signal.  Instantly the whistles sounded, and my hearties came bounding into the field.

“Treachery!” shouted Klow; and his officers ran here and there, shouting:  “To arms!  Charge and destroy!  No quarter!”

But I paid little attention to the hubbub.  I were gazing up at those infernal creatures of the air; and my heart sang within me as I saw them, circling erratically but very surely down to the earth.  And as they came nearer, my satisfaction was entire; for their engines were silent!

At the same time consternation was reigning among our visitors.  Not a man of all Klow’s thousands was able to move his car or lift a weapon.  Every slinger was jammed, as though frozen by invisible ice; all their balls and shells were stuck together, like the work of a transparent glue.  Even their side arms were locked in their scabbards; and all their tugging could budge them not!