All the signals seemed set at "go." Earl Dumarest had found people who believed in the legendary Earth. He had found the coordinate of the Sun and is attendant planes. And he would have the starship with a faithful crew of colonists for whom Earth was the paradise of their dreams.
Before he could reach that ideal moment, Dumarest would have to fight his way out of the demonic Cyclan's master trap as well as unravel a very tricky web of planetary conspiracy. Only if he could achieve those desperate goals would he be able to set sail on what he hoped would be the final lap of his long galactic trek.
If Earth was heaven, then the road there was surely hell itself....
"To Earth!" Craig lifted his cup. "All the way to Earth!"
Or where he and she believed it to be. As Dumarest wanted it to be. He leaned back and looked up at the blaze of stars; suns so close they almost seemed to be touching, worlds so near they almost made spheres in the heavens. A shimmering splendor against which he heard again the voice of an incredibly old man. One of the Terridae - the misers of time - had recited the coordinates that would lead them to a world of promise.
"Earth," mused Batrum. "the planet of unending riches. Where no one ever grows old or knows hurt or emotional distress. A paradise free of all the evils which plague mankind.
"And you left it, Earl. Why should any man run from such splendor?""