“No,” George said. “They won’t have a chance. But what can we do to change it?”

“It’s something I’ve been thinking about,” he said. “We’ll build a hyperspace transmitter and bring the Gerns before Big Winter comes.”

“We will?” George asked, lifting his dark eyebrows. “And what do we use for the three hundred pounds of copper and five hundred pounds of iron we would have to have to make the generator?”

“Surely we can find five hundred pounds of iron somewhere on Ragnarok. The north end of the plateau might be the best bet. As for the copper⁠—I doubt that we’ll ever find it. But there are seams of a bauxite-like clay in the Western hills⁠—they’re certain to contain aluminum to at least some extent. So we’ll make the wires of aluminum.”