* * * * * There was even a half-malicious smile on his lips as he broke into Marthasa's conversation. "One of the things that made me very curious today," he said, "was the general reaction of your people to the Idealist illusion that they have _tamed_ you--as expressed in their aphorism about how was the wild dog--?" He never finished. Across the table the faces of the Markovians had frozen in sudden bitterness. The shield of friendliness vanished under the cold glare from their eyes. Marthasa's lips seemed to curl as he whispered, "So you came like all the rest! And we wanted so much to believe you were honest. A study! A chance to find material for lies about the Nucleus to spread among all the Council worlds." He continued almost sadly, "You will be confined to your quarters until transfer authorities can arrange for your return to Earth. And you may be sure that never again will such a scheme get one of your kind into the Nucleus again." But there was no hint of sadness in his wife's face. She glared coldly. "I said they should never had been permitted to come!" Cameron rose in sudden bewildered protest. "I assure you we have no intention--" he began. And then he stopped. In one moment of incredible clarity while they stood there, eyes locked in bitter stares, he understood. He knew the myth was not a myth. It was cold, unbelievable reality. The Ids _had_ tamed the Markovians. In a moment of fear he wondered if it were anything more than a thin shell that could be shattered by a whisper from a stupid dabbler in cultures, who really knew nothing at all about the profession to which he pretended. V As if upon some secret signal Sal Karone appeared from the serving room at their left. "Our visitors are no longer our guests," Marthasa said sharply with accusing eyes still upon Cameron. "They will remain in their rooms until time for deportation. "I trust it will not be necessary to use force," he said directly to Cameron. "Of course not. But won't you let me explain--won't you even allow an apology for breaking a taboo we did not understand?" "Is it not taboo among all civilized peoples, including your own, to invent and spread lies about those who wish you only well?" It was useless to argue, Cameron saw. He turned, taking Joyce's arm, and allowed Sal Karone to lead them back to their rooms. As they paused at the doorway the Id spoke without expression on his dark face. "This is not a good thing, Cameron Wilder. It would have been best for you to have considered my warning." He turned and stepped away, locking the door behind him. Joyce slumped on the bed in dejection. "This is a fine fix we've got ourselves into, being declared _persona non grata_ before we even get a good start! They'll remember _that_ back home when A Study of the Metamorphosis of the Markovian Nucleus is mentioned in professional circles!"