"Charlie. He's just my friend. I--I don't think I have to wait for him. I've always been more interested in reading about spacemen than he has. I'll go with you now if you want." Tashtu looked unhappy. "Lord Charlie, he say--" "Well, you wait right here, Tashtu, and tell Charlie where I've gone. What could be simpler? I'll be all right, don't worry about me." "Lord Charlie, he say watch you." "And I say I'm going with the spaceman to his spaceship." Tashtu bowed. "The Lady has spoken," he said, and watched Robin descend the rocky rampart and walk back with Glaudot toward the far distant glint of metal which was this spaceship they were talking about. * * * * * "So you can create just anything," Glaudot said. "I guess so." A goddess, he thought. A beautiful goddess who ... Suddenly he stared at her. Who could make him the most powerful man in the galaxy. "This spaceship of yours--" she began. "Wait. Wait a minute. If you can create anything, how's about re-creating Chandler?" "Chand-ler? What is Chand-ler?" "The boy back there. The one your braves killed." Robin said: "If you wish," and Glaudot held his breath. The power over life and death, he thought.... He looked down and saw Chandler's spacesuited body there, the two arrows protruding from his chest. He shook his head. "Not dead," he said. "What good is he to anybody dead?" Robin nodded. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just hadn't thought before of bringing people back to life. It ... why it seems ..." "What's the matter?" "I wouldn't really be bringing him back, you know. It would be a copy, just a copy." "But a perfect copy?" "I think so." "Then if it's just a copy it shouldn't bother you at all, should it?" "Well ..." Robin said doubtfully. "Go ahead. Show me you can do it." Glaudot gaped. Another figure sat alongside Chandler's corpse, Chandler's second corpse. The other figure got up. It was Chandler. * * * * * "Look out!" the new Chandler cried. "Look out--Indians!" "Just take it easy," Glaudot told him. Glaudot's face was very white, his eyes big and round and staring. Chandler looked down at the body on the rocks. His knees buckled and Glaudot caught him, stopping him from falling. Chandler tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come. He stared with horrified fascination at the body, which was an exact copy of himself--or a copy of the dead man from whom the new living man was copied. "May we go to your spaceship now?" Robin asked Glaudot politely. "I have always wished to see a spaceship." Here was power, Glaudot thought. Incredible power. All the power to control worlds, to carve worlds from primordial slime, almost, for yourself. Here was far more power than any man in the galaxy had ever been offered. Was it his, Glaudot's?