The Consul turned. There was something like eagerness on his tired face. “Do it, then. For God’s sake get it over with.” Spokesman Freeman Ghenga stood and faced the Consul. “You are condemned to live. You are condemned to repair some of the damage you have done.” The Consul staggered as if struck in the face. “No, you can’t … you must …” “You are condemned to enter the age of chaos which approaches,”
