And nobody could have told him: it does have a secret value--secret because you're too blind to see it. Nobody could have told him; these people are more advanced than you are. Because advanced meant machines. Advanced didn't mean happy, loving, graceful, courageous, honest. They couldn't have told him with words if he couldn't see it with his eyes--if he couldn't see that the glowing faces of the natives held a secret worth learning. The only secret that really mattered. How to be happy. * * * * * Nanae was there waiting when he reached the house, as though she had been expecting him. She looked at him silently, then smiled. "You're not angry?" "Angry?" "About the Council decision." "Oh--oh, I was. I'm all mixed up now. I've been doing some thinking." She looked at him intently, then nodded slowly. "Do you know why you were sent here?" she asked. "I'm just beginning to get a glimmering of it." "Did you know we are the only planet yet discovered whose people have never known war?" "No, I didn't know." "Ross came to Nemar when the Galactic Union first discovered it. He didn't find any of the things he was looking for, but he did discover something else, a way of life." She paused. "Have you ever gone over his record?" "No." "You should, sometime. He's done a great deal of good." She looked at him steadily, her eyes clear and soft. "He keeps sending the very best of the Institute graduates here, hoping they'll study our society and work out some theories about what makes us the way we are. He hopes some of the happiness here can be transplanted. "We don't know why we're the way we are. We don't even know how it's possible to be any other way, and we don't understand why anyone should be willing to fight wars, or why they should lie or hit their children or make long speeches that don't say anything." Kirk was silent. "We're inside the problem," she said. "We can't see ourselves from the outside." Kirk spoke very slowly, thinking it out. "You mean, Ross sent me here to study you, to try to find out what factors are involved in--" "Yes. He sent you here to learn." He was quiet, digesting that. "One day you'll be in Ross's place," she said. He accepted the words quietly, knowing it was true. Yesterday, that would have seemed like the most desirable thing in the universe, the height of happiness. It seemed like a long time ago. It meant nothing now but a heavy burden. He sat thinking of Nanae after she had gone, of how he had longed to put his arms around her and draw her to him, kiss the soft mouth, run his hands through the long, glowing strands of hair. He'd have to work first, work at changing himself, becoming the kind of person she could love. She would love differently and more deeply than the girls he had known. She would love with a passion and tenderness they'd never be capable of. That kind of love would have to be earned.