The big spaceman shifted uneasily, then spoke to Ransome. "I found Dura-ki near here. She told me what you did." Ransome shrugged. "I sent her back to the ship with a couple of my men." Abruptly, Jareth turned and stooped over the still form of Mytor. From the folds of the Venusian's stained tarab he drew a ring of keys. He tossed them to Ransome. "This will be the first promise that Mytor ever kept." "What do you mean?" "Those are the keys to his private ship. I'll see that you get to it." It was Irene who spoke then. "That wasn't all that Mytor promised him." The two men looked at her in surprise. Then Ransome understood. "Will you come with me, Irene?" he asked her. "Where?" Her eyes were shining, and she looked very young. Ransome smiled at her. "The Galaxy is full of worlds. And even the Dark One cancels his debts when the night of Bani-tai is over." "Let's go and look at some of those worlds," Irene said. * * * * * End of Project Gutenberg's Bride of the Dark One, by Florence Verbell Brown