Irene's green eyes had lost their coldness. She let her hand rest on his for a moment. But her voice was puzzled. "This Dura-ki--she is the woman on the _Hawk of Darion_?" Ransome nodded. He stood up. His lips were a hard, thin line. "My little story has an epilogue. Something not quite so romantic. I lived with Dura-ki in hiding near Darion for a year, until a ship came in from space. A pirate ship, with a tall, good-looking Earthman for a master. I took passage for Dura-ki, and signed on myself as a crewman. A fresh start in a bright, new world." Ransome laughed shortly. "I'll spare you the details of that happy voyage. At the first port of call, on Jupiter, Dura-ki stood at the top of the gangway and laughed when her Captain Jareth had me thrown off the ship." "She betrayed you for the master of the _Hawk of Darion_," Irene said softly. "And tonight she'll pay," Ransome finished coldly. He threw down a few coins to pay for their drinks. "It's been pleasant telling you my pretty little story." "Ransome, wait. I--" "Forget it," Ransome said. * * * * * Mytor's car was waiting, and Ransome could sense the presence of the guards lurking in the dark, empty street. "The spaceport," Ransome told his driver. "Fast." He thought of the note he had given the crewman to deliver: "Ra-sed would see his beloved a last time before he dies." "Faster," Ransome grated, and the powerful car leapt forward into the night. * * * * * Ships, like the men who drove them, came to Yaroto to die. Three quarters of the spaceport was a vast jungle of looming black shapes, most of them awaiting the breaker's hammer. Ransome dismissed the car and threaded his way through the deserted yards with the certainty of a man used to the ugly places of a hundred worlds. Mytor had suggested the meeting place, a hulk larger than most, a cruiser once in the fleet of some forgotten power. Ransome had fought in the ships of half a dozen worlds. Now the ancient cruiser claimed his attention. Martian, by the cut of her rusted braking fins. Ransome tensed, remembering the charge of the Martian cruisers in the Battle of Phoebus. Since then he had called himself an Earthman, because, even if his parentage had not given him claim to that title already, a man who had been in the Earth ships at Phoebus had a right to it. He was running a hand over the battered plate of a blast tube when Dura-ki found him. She was a smaller shadow moving among the vast, dark hulls. With a curious, dead feeling in him, Ransome stepped away from the side of the cruiser to meet her. "Ra-sed, I could not let you die alone--"