_Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep_, sang the voices. _Die, die, die, die, die_, sang the voices. _Ooooooooooooooo_, cried the voices. _Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm_, a bee ran through his brain. He sat up. He shook his head. He put his hands to his ears. He blinked at the crashed ship. Hard metal. He felt the solid rock under his fingers. He saw the real sun warming the blue sky. Let's try sleeping on our back, he thought. He adjusted himself, lying back down. His watch ticked on his wrist. The blood burned in his veins. _Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep_, sang the voices. _Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh_, sang the voices. _Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh_, sang the voices. _Die, die, die, die, die. Sleep, sleep, die, sleep, die, sleep, die! Oohhh. Ahhhhh. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!_ Blood tapped in his ears. The sound of the wind rising. _Mine, mine_, said a voice. _Mine, mine, he's mine!_ _No, mine, mine_, said another voice. _No, mine, mine; he's_ mine! _No, ours, ours_, sang ten voices. _Ours, ours, he's_ ours! His fingers twitched. His jaws spasmed. His eyelids jerked. _At last, at last_, sang a high voice. _Now, now. The long time, the waiting. Over, over_, sang the high voice. _Over, over at last!_ It was like being undersea. Green songs, green visions, green time. Bubbled voices drowning in deep liquors of sea tide. Far away choruses chanting senseless rhymes. Leonard Sale stirred in agony. _Mine, mine_, cried a loud voice. _Mine, mine!_ shrieked another. _Ours, ours!_ shrieked the chorus. The din of metal, the crash of sword, the conflict, the battle, the fight, the war. All of it exploding, his mind fiercely torn apart! _Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!_ He leaped up, screaming. The landscape melted and flowed. [Illustration: _He leaped up, raving. What was going on?_] A voice said, "I am Tylle of Rathalar. Proud Tylle, Tylle of the Blood Mound and the Death Drum. Tylle of Rathalar, Killer of Men!" Another spoke, "I am Iorr of Wendillo, Wise Iorr, Destroyer of Infidels!" The chorus chanted. "And we the warriors, we the steel, we the warriors, we the red blood rushing, the red blood falling, the red blood steaming in the sun--" Leonard Sale staggered under the burden. "Go away!" he cried. "Leave me, in God's name, leave me!" _Eeeeeeeeeee_, shrieked the high sound of steel hot on steel. Silence. * * * * * He stood with the sweat boiling out of him. He was trembling so violently he could not stand. Insane, he thought. Absolutely insane. Raving insane. Insane. He jerked the food kit open, did something to a chemical packet. Hot coffee was ready in an instant. He mouthed it, spilled gushes of it down his shirt. He shivered. He sucked in raw gulps of breath.