"I don't," he insisted. She sighed. "Perhaps it will come back to you." * * * * * Finally they were out of the mountains, the blue forest moss squeaking beneath their feet as they walked. Once they stopped for a brief sleep, and although Eldon found it uncomfortably hot on the forest floor Krasna kept her long cloak wrapped closely. "Where are we going?" he asked, very tired of this hiking and of the girl's reproachful glances. Even the little lemur-thing seemed to stare disapproval at his lack of memory. "To my people, of course. Perhaps they will allow me to return now. Every one of us will be needed to counteract the two Earth minds working with the Faith." "Ugh!" Eldon grunted, furious over her reiterated hints that Margaret--his Margaret, for she had come to him that last night on Earth--was Of the Faith. They continued walking in strained silence. "Can't you remember anything?" she asked again, her lips trembling. "About the Thin World? That you are El-ve-don?" "No." His tone was unintentionally sharp, for he was irked by his inability to remember. There was something--something he couldn't quite grasp. She responded by bursting into a flood of tears and he stared at her, astonished. She had seemed such a well-balanced girl, one who did not cry easily. And so healthy and active too. But now-- She was still sobbing intermittently when three heavily armed men stepped from among the trees and approached with swords and blast rods drawn. Eldon tensed instantly at their hostile attitude, and though he was unarmed he prepared to resist. But Krasna grasped his arm. "No. They are my people. We must go with them quietly." With a guard on either side and the third behind they were hustled through the forest. Krasna stumbled occasionally and Eldon took her arm. They were not allowed to speak to each other, and the guards were so watchful they seemed almost afraid of their unarmed prisoners. Once three tubular silvery ships like the one which had hunted Eldon on his first night in Varda cruised overhead in echelon formation. Instantly their guards forced them into hiding. "Kill both if they signal," the leading guard directed. Neither Eldon nor Krasna had the slightest intention of signaling the aircraft of the Faith, and with their captors they breathed a sigh of relief when the ships vanished in the distance. Their hurried progress continued, with Krasna panting and stumbling. Perspiration beaded her face, but still she kept the heavy cloak around herself. Finally one of the guards whistled and almost at once they were surrounded by armed men who stared at them in hostile silence for a moment, then forced them into a black opening at the base of a tree. The tunnel smelled musty and unused and the huge underground room smelled the same. But the room was in use now, packed from wall to wall with Forest People.