The creaking Phoenician ship slowly approached its destination. Everard gazed out over th sparkling water at the ancient port of Tyre. 'A grand sight indeed,' he murmered to the captain, glad of the easy electrocram method of learning the language. His gaze went forward again; the city reminded him not a little of New York.
Time patrolmen like Everard guard the past. No matter how good orevil an event, it must be held inviolate. The slightest slip and Time would become Chaos and all that has ever been or will ever be will tumble into darkness. When the Birth of Civilisation is endangered by the malign counter-emperor Varagan, the patrol must be on its mettle...
Poul Anderson (1926–2001) was born in Pennsylvania of Scandinavian stock. He started publishing science fiction in 1947 and became one the great figures in the genre, serving as President of the Science Fiction Writers of America, winning many Hugo and Nebula awards, and also winning the Gandalf (Grand Master) Award.