"Hmmm--vell--" Dyann scratched her ruddy head. Ray began to figure it aloud. "The planets--let me see, now--yeah, they're in the plane of the two stars. They'd have to be. So if you go out to a point in that plane where Alpha A, your sun, seems of about the right size, and then swing in a circle of that radius, you should come pretty close to Varann. It has a good-sized moon, doesn't it, and its color is greenish-blue? Yes, we should be able to spot it." "You are so clever," sighed Dyann. "Hah!" sneered Urushkidan. At a mere fraction of the velocity of light--Ray thought of the consequences of hitting a planet when going faster than light, and wished he hadn't--the spaceboat moved around Alpha A. It seemed only minutes before Dyann pointed and cried joyously, "There ve are. There is home. After many years--home!" "I would still like to know what we are going to do when we get there," said Urushkidan. He was not answered. Dyann and Ray were too busy bringing the vessel down into the atmosphere and across the wild surface. "Kathantuma!" cried the girl. "There is my homeland. See, there is the mountain, old Mother Hastan. There is the city Mayta. Hold on, ve're goin down!" VI Mayta was a huddle of thatch-roofed wooden buildings at the foot of a fantastically spired gray castle, sitting amid the broad fields and forests and rivers of Kathantuma with the mountains shining in the far distance. Dyann set the ship down just outside the town, stood up, and stretched her tigress body with an exultant laugh. "Home!" she cried. "Gravity!" "Uh--yeah." Ray tried to lift his feet. It went slowly, with some strain--half again the pull of Earth. Urushkidan groaned and wheezed his painful way to a chair and collapsed all over it. "Let's go!" Dyann snatched up her sword, set the helmet rakishly on her bronze curls, and opened the airlock. When Ray hesitated she reached and yanked him out. The air was cool and windy, pungent with a million scents of earth and growing things, tall clouds sailing over a high blue heaven, and even the engineer was grateful for it after the stuffiness of the boat. He looked around him. Not far off was a charming rustic cottage. It was like a scene from some forgotten idyll of Earth's old past. "Looks good," he said. A four-foot arrow hummed past his ear and rang like a gong on the ship's hull. "Yowp!" Ray dove for shelter. Another arrow zipped in front of him. He whirled at a storm of contralto curses. There were half a dozen women pouring from the charming rustic cottage, a battle-scarred older one and five tall young daughters, waving swords and axes and spears. A couple of men peered nervously from the door.