"She was lighter and swifter than I, and better at climbing. She was afraid neither of falling nor of the attacks of the screaming birds. She climbed far ahead of me, and reached the nest, and sat laughing at me until I reached her. I wanted to throw the young birds out, for there were the bones of a kid beside the nest. But she pitied their helplessness, and made me leave them. "It was that day that I first kissed her, and we pledged each other all our love. We would find another unknown valley, we promised, and forget the Stone and the robots and all the trials of mankind. But it was not two years before she was chosen--because all the Warders knew her courage and her strength and her faith--to be the Custodian. "If only the Stone had struck at Malgarth when she first received it! For she promised she would beg it to--" His voice choked off, and he swayed wearily down the corridor again. Jeron Roc and Rogo Nug and Zerek Oom tired of our perilous quest. My own hope was gone, and I begged Kel Aran to abandon it. "We've seen the fleet search all the solar system," I told him. "There can't have been many survivors, and the rays have already burned all we have seen. There can't be any use--" "Even now," insisted Kel Aran, "she may live." This lean young fighting man--the last son, perhaps, of the murdered Earth--made some precise adjustment to the controls of the searching telethron-beam. An impatient sweep of his head flung back long yellow hair. His eyes smouldered with a stubborn light. "Verel," he insisted, "may be still alive. She may be clinging to some fragment that was hurled beyond the range of the search. She may have been picked up by some passing freighter that carried her to safety. "No, we must search--so long as we can!" The Telescreen shimmered and cleared again, and upon it I saw a colossal gray cruiser, driving straight upon us. Her armored nose, bristling with the gleaming crystal needles of barytron projectors, filled half the screen. The flaming atomic exhaust of her repulsors, behind, made a wide crimson halo against the dark of space. Kel Aran caught a quick little breath of alarm, and spun the dials. The screen flickered again, and then showed a dark, massive, bearded face. Its lips were thickly sensual, cruel. Its eyes seemed stupid, and they glinted with yellow malice. "The Admiral," whispered Kel Aran. "Gugon Kul! He must be giving some command. We'll listen." He touched some control, and a guttural, triumphant voice boomed from the screen. The first word, oddly, had the familiar ring of my own name: "--_Barihorn!_ The ship is coated with some light-absorbing pigment, but our magnetectors have picked it up. Pirate and Earthman, the Falcon is twice our prey. The _Barihorn_ must be surrounded!" * * * * * A hard bright smile had set the face of Kel Aran. The gray eyes narrowed, until he looked almost hawk-like in reality. "So, they're after us!"