Falken's white teeth showed. "You want to tell, Miner Hilton. You want to help us, don't you? Because of Sheila!" Young Hilton's face flamed red, and then went white. Sheila cried sharply, "Eric, don't! Can't you see he's suffering?" But Falken remembered Kitty, and the babies who were born and died on freezing rock, without sun or shelter. He said, "She'd never have you, Hilton. And I'll tell you this. Perhaps I can't force out of you what you know. But if I can't, I swear to God I'll kill you with my own hands." He threw back his head and laughed suddenly. "Gantry Hilton's son--in love with an Unregenerate!" "Wait, Eric." Sheila Moore put a hand on his arm to stop him, and went forward. She took Miner Hilton by the shoulders and looked up at him, and said, "It isn't so impossible, Miner Hilton. Not if what I think is true." Falken stared at her in stunned amazement, beyond speech or movement. Then his heart was torn with sudden pain, and he knew, with the clarity of utter truth, that he loved Sheila Moore. She said to Miner Hilton, "Why did you do this? And how?" Young Hilton's voice was flat and strained. He made a move as though to take her hands from his shoulders, but he didn't. He stared across her red-gold head, at Falken. "Something had to be done to stamp out the Unregenerates. They're a barrier to complete peace, a constant trouble. Eric Falken is their god, as--as Sheila said. If we could trap him, the rest would be easy. We could cure his people. "My father couldn't do it himself. He's old, and too well-known. He sent me, because mine is the only other brain that could stand what I had to do. My father has trained me well. "To get me by the psycho-search, my father gave me a temporary brain pattern. After I was accepted as a refugee, I established mental contact with him...." "Mental contact," breathed Falken. "That was it. That's why you were always so tired, why I couldn't shake pursuit." "Go on," said Sheila, with a queer gentleness. Hilton stared into space, without seeing. "I almost had you in Losangles, Falken, but you were too quick for the Guards. Then, when we were trapped at Mercury, I tried to make you sleep. I was leading those ships, too. "But I was tired, and you fought too well, you and Sheila. After that we were too close to the Sun. My thought waves wouldn't carry back to the ships." He looked at Falken, and then down at Sheila's thin face. "I didn't know there were people like you," he whispered. "I didn't know men could feel things, and fight for them like that. In my world, no one wants anything, no one fights, or tries.... And I have no strength. I'm afraid." Sheila's green eyes caught his, compelled them. "Leave that world," she said. "You see it's wrong. Help us to make it right again." In that second, Falken saw what she was doing. He was filled with admiration, and joy that she didn't really care for Hilton--and then doubt, that perhaps she did.