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"
That
was
our
only
obstacle
.
The
rest
was
easy
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
the
whole
story
later
.
Anyway
,
the
four
of
us
were
all
that
was
necessary
to
beat
their
garrison
.
"
"
One
of
these
centuries
,
"
said
Danneskjold
,
turning
to
them
for
a
moment
,
"
the
brutes
,
private
or
public
,
who
believe
that
they
can
rule
their
betters
by
force
,
will
learn
the
lesson
of
what
happens
when
brute
force
encounters
mind
and
force
.
"
"
They
’
ve
learned
it
,
"
said
Galt
.
"
Isn
’
t
that
the
particular
lesson
you
have
been
teaching
them
for
twelve
years
?
"
"
I
?
Yes
.
But
the
semester
is
over
.
Tonight
was
the
last
act
of
violence
that
I
’
ll
ever
have
to
perform
.
It
was
my
reward
for
the
twelve
years
.
My
men
have
now
started
to
build
their
homes
in
the
valley
.
My
ship
is
hidden
where
no
one
will
find
her
,
until
I
’
m
able
to
sell
her
for
a
much
more
civilized
use
.
She
’
ll
be
converted
into
a
transatlantic
passenger
liner
—
an
excellent
one
,
even
if
of
modest
size
.
As
for
me
,
I
will
start
getting
ready
to
give
a
different
course
of
lessons
.
I
think
I
’
ll
have
to
brush
up
on
the
works
of
our
teacher
’
s
first
teacher
.
"
Rearden
chuckled
.
"
I
’
d
like
to
be
present
at
your
first
lecture
on
philosophy
in
a
university
classroom
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
d
like
to
see
how
your
students
will
be
able
to
keep
their
mind
on
the
subject
and
how
you
’
ll
answer
the
sort
of
irrelevant
questions
I
won
’
t
blame
them
for
wanting
to
ask
you
.
"
"
I
will
tell
them
that
they
’
ll
find
the
answers
in
the
subject
.
"
There
were
not
many
lights
on
the
earth
below
.
The
countryside
was
an
empty
black
sheet
,
with
a
few
occasional
flickers
in
the
windows
of
some
government
structures
,
and
the
trembling
glow
of
candles
in
the
windows
of
thriftless
homes
.
Most
of
the
rural
population
had
long
since
been
reduced
to
the
life
of
those
ages
when
artificial
light
was
an
exorbitant
luxury
,
and
a
sunset
put
an
end
to
human
activity
.
The
towns
were
like
scattered
puddles
,
left
behind
by
a
receding
tide
,
still
holding
some
precious
drops
of
electricity
,
but
drying
out
in
a
desert
of
rations
,
quotas
,
controls
and
power
-
conservation
rules
.
But
when
the
place
that
had
once
been
the
source
of
the
tide
—
New
York
City
—
rose
in
the
distance
before
them
,
it
was
still
extending
its
lights
to
the
sky
,
still
defying
the
primordial
darkness
,
almost
as
if
,
in
an
ultimate
effort
,
in
a
final
appeal
for
help
,
it
were
now
stretching
its
arms
to
the
plane
that
was
crossing
its
sky
.
Involuntarily
,
they
sat
up
,
as
if
at
respectful
attention
at
the
deathbed
of
what
had
been
greatness
.
