Modern Myths – War . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . page 2

Landis, naturally, thought this was a silly concern. After all, the less willing people were to talk, the more likely it was that he could watch a good fight. He supposed he better give in soon, though. He’d had his fun – and if he kept it up much longer, Creae would come up with something more powerful than the atomic bomb.

Spoilsport, Landis thought. There was nothing like a powerful weapon to make the weaker side give in. Once the atomic bomb appeared, there was nothing Landis could do to keep the

last war going. Only when the two sides were nearly equal and each thought they had a chance to win could he keep them fighting. Or when the losing side felt that a lost cause was better than no cause at all.

“This senseless war you’re dragging on needs to stop.”

Landis spread his hands wide.

“And if I said there’s nothing I can do? I can only invite mortals to give offence, take offence, snap back.