Robin smiled and said: "I created them." "I'm sorry. Now _I_ don't get _you_." "I said I created them. It's very simple. My friend and I decided a very long time ago it would be nice or interesting or I forget what, it was so long ago, if we had some Indians. So, we created Indians." Glaudot threw his head back and laughed. "For a minute," he said, "you almost had me believing you." The girl was dressed like a savage, he told himself, like a beautiful savage, but at least she had a sense of humor. That was something. "But what is so funny?" Robin asked. "You just now said--" "I know what I said. My friend and I created the Indians. Of course. Why? Can't you create anything you want? Just anything?" "All right, sister," Glaudot said a little angrily. He did not like being made fun of, for he lacked the capacity to laugh at himself. "Just how much of a fool do you think I am?" "Why, I don't know," Robin replied. "How much of a fool are you?" Glaudot glared at her. Purcell was going to be one mad captain when he was told of Chandler's death, but men had died on expeditions before and it really wasn't Glaudot's fault. At any rate he had established contact with somebody of obvious importance among the natives, and Purcell would appreciate that. "Never mind," Glaudot said. "Tell me about being a spaceman. Do you really fly among the stars?" "Well, yes," Glaudot said, "although it isn't really flying." "And do you create new stars as you go along?" * * * * * There she went again with her talk of creation, as if creating things out of nothing was the commonest occurrence in the world. Glaudot stood up. "All right, sister. Show me." "Why, show you what?" "Create something." "You mean," Robin said, disappointed, "you actually can't?" "Just go ahead and create something." Robin shrugged. "What would you like?" Glaudot thought for a moment. "A piano!" he said suddenly. "How about a piano?" It was complicated enough, he thought. "And while you're at it, how about telling me how come everyone speaks English--or tries to speak English around here?" Robin frowned. "Is there some other way of speaking?" Glaudot also frowned. That line of thought wouldn't get him anywhere. "O.K.," he said. "One piano coming up?" "All right," Robin said. Glaudot blinked. The pretty girl hadn't moved. She hadn't even changed her facial expression. But a parlor grand piano stood on the rock before them. "Well, I'll be damned," Glaudot said. "What else can you create?" "We made all the natives here. We made the green and crimson. We made this whole Wild Country. We made some of the animals too." "Like--the piano? Out of nothing?" "Is there another way?" Glaudot said, "You better come back to the ship with me. Captain'll like to see you." Tashtu shook his head. "The Lady Robin awaits the Lord." Glaudot looked at Robin. "Who's that?"