He suddenly stood up before her, drawn to his full height, his great bare arms with the dangling chains extended up before him with a gesture of power. A kingly figure indeed! A white-haired, blue-eyed Viking of old; but there was about him as well, an aspect of modernity--a modern, conquering scientist. "Look at me, Zetta! A man of whom you will be proud! You--jus' a little girl--to yourself you will say: 'There is my man, greatest in the worl'. I love him.'" "Ah!" she said. "If I did, Graff." "You will. I treat you gently." Abruptly he held one of his huge hands before her. "With this hand, I could twist the neck of that Peter." I doubted it very much! "I do not do that, because you ask me not to, Zetta." "And because he will always be of great help to you," she retorted slyly. He was taken somewhat aback. "Yes, that is true. But for the other reason also. I try to please you--" I could see her gaze measuring him. She looked so small, sitting there before him; but I knew that with her keen woman's instinct she was planning how to handle him best. "You captured me, Graff. Brought me here, by force. When we get to earth, will you let me go?" "No! I had to bring you--I mus' keep you with me. How else, if you are not with me, can I make you love me?" She said gently, "Perhaps you go about it wrongly." "No. I think not. I tried leaving you alone. I was a ver' great man among my Braun people--but you say you have never loved me. It is the love I want--nothing else! You know that! Your love--without that, you are nothing!" I must admit he said it with regal dignity which to the woman must have been impressive. For just that moment, Zetta's emotion must have been touched. Her hand went impulsively toward him. "I believe you, Graff. It is why I have no fear of you." He did not follow his advantage. He said, "I am glad. In a few days we will land upon earth. I shall be ver' busy--we will talk no more of this for a long time. But I want you to know--everything I do will be for you." She said slowly, "If you want to please me, give it up. You have stolen the Red Control. You have doomed your own worl' and mine to disaster. And now you would attack the earth, which never has harmed you. Wait, hear me this time, Graff! Perhaps--if now we were--to turn back--perhaps back on Xenephrene I might find--I loved you--" He checked her; he was frowning. "You have said that before--do not say it again! I love you--but I am a man--a ruler. You are nothing but a woman. Do you think my love is so unworthy of us that I would let you wreck our destiny? I will not! The man who is mastered by a woman no longer is a man! You would not love me! That is a lie! You will love me as I am, and I am made for great deeds. Enough of this!"