A nagging worry gnawed at Margaret's mind. "How about Victor?" she asked. Sin's face became masklike and unreadable. "He has become Of the Faith too. He may amuse me--for a while. Something new, you know." Margaret nodded. She dared not probe too deeply. "Just remember that I am Sin, and that in Varda my word is law." Margaret wondered whether the ruler was suspicious or had uttered the warning on general principles. V For several days Krasna was out most of the time, and when home she was usually exhausted. Eldon was aware he was sharing her dwelling on sufferance only, because she pitied his maimed body and abysmal ignorance of this strange world, so in consideration he repressed most of the insistent questions pushing at his lips. He spent many lonely, idle hours--when not indulging in orgies of self-pity--studying the scrolls he had found. One dealt in scholarly fashion with the history of Varda, telling of a relatively small but highly civilized group, the Superiors, and a much larger number of uncivilized, barbarian Puvas. Most of the scroll dealt with the efforts of the Superiors to teach the Puvas the arts of civilization. It told of a populous, fairly happy world with a highly integrated culture of which Eldon had seen no trace, and it ended abruptly in the midst of a discussion of the economic system. The ending puzzled him. It was so--unfinished. Whenever he tired of reading he investigated the marvelous mechanisms the girl used so casually. They left him perplexed, for they had no manual controls and he could not make them work at all. He dared not go out, for the girl had warned him that for her safety as well as his own he should remain underground. She had not explained. The luminous walls bothered him particularly, and finally he asked her about them. She seemed surprised he did not understand. "Just put your hand on a wall anywhere, so," she directed. "Now think of light. With your Closed World brain you should have no trouble." Nothing happened. "Think harder," she admonished. "_Believe_ it will shine." After a dozen attempts a wall suddenly flared into brilliance at his thought and touch. After that it became progressively easier. "But why? How does it work?" he asked, still a scientist. She frowned. "The detailed knowledge was lost many man-lives ago, when the Luvans _came through_ and caused the Collapse." There was bitterness in her voice. "But of course it is by thought." Eldon asked what she meant by the Collapse. She shook her head sadly and refused to discuss it, but before going out again she pointed out a small scroll he had overlooked. It was hastily written, an incomplete and fragmentary continuation of Varda's history.