It wouldn't be if he brought the beautiful girl to the spaceship and Purcell. For Captain Purcell, a devoted servant of the galactic civilization which he was attempting to spread to the outworlds, would think in terms of what good the discovery of this girl could bring to all humanity. But if Glaudot kept her to himself ... And then another thought almost stunned him. Why merely the girl? She'd mentioned a friend, hadn't she? Perhaps it was something in the atmosphere of this strange world, in the very air you breathed. Perhaps anyone could do it, could create out of nothing--Glaudot included. "You want to go to the spaceship?" he asked. "Yes. Oh, yes." "Then teach me the secret of creation." "Of making things, you mean? Why, there isn't any secret. Should there be any secret? You merely--create." "Show me," said Glaudot. * * * * * A table appeared, and savory dishes of food. "Magician!" cried Chandler. A great roan stallion, bridled but without a saddle, materialized. Robin swung up on its broad back and used her bare knees for balance and control. The stallion cantered off. "Wait!" cried Glaudot. "Please wait." The stallion cantered back and Robin alighted. The stallion began to graze on a patch of grass which suddenly appeared on the naked rock. The stallion seemed quite content. "You mean," the new Chandler asked in an awed voice, "she just _made_ these things? The food. The table. The horse ..." "Yes," said Glaudot. He concentrated his will on creating a single flower in the new field of grass. He concentrated his whole being. But nothing happened. He glared almost angrily at Robin, as if it were her fault. "I don't have the power you have," he said. She nodded. "Only Charlie and me." She looked at the roan stallion. "Beauty, isn't he? I'll present him to Charlie." She turned to Glaudot. "Now take me to the ship." "We ought to get started back there, Mr. Glaudot," Chandler said. "Yes? Why?" "But--but I don't have to tell you why! This girl is one of the most important discoveries that has ever been made. The ability to create material things ... out of nothing...." "Show me your planet," Glaudot told Robin, ignoring the younger man. "We can talk about the spaceship later. You see, I'm an explorer and it's my job to explore new worlds." He spoke slowly, simply, as he would speak to a child. Somehow, although the girl was not a child and was quite the most astonishingly beautiful girl he had ever seen, he thought that was the right approach. "Now wait a minute, Mr. Glaudot," Chandler protested. "We both know it's our duty to bring her to Captain Purcell." "Maybe you think it's your duty," Glaudot told the younger man. "I don't think it's mine. And before you run off to the ship to tell that precious captain of yours, you ought to know that you'd be dead right now if it hadn't been for me." "You?"