"No," he protested. "No harm. We have selected it--your Earth--from all that great Universe of yours which I have inspected. We want to go to your Earth to live. That is all. You can help me, because you know so many things of Earth that I do not. I want you to tell me of them.... Stand up!" I found myself upright, whether by my own volition or his I cannot say. "Stand up, Bee!" At his command she also stood erect. He came to us; his hands went to the belts we wore about our waists. I had forgotten my belt--those things in its pouches which Will had bade me not touch. Brutar took them now--my weapons perhaps. And those which Bee carried; took them, discarded them behind him. They floated away; I could barely see them--small formless blobs to my uncomprehending thoughts. I had very nearly resisted Brutar; but it seemed a futile thing, and I stood quiet. Again we reclined. "Tell me of your Earth," he said; and began to question me. I told him what I could. I had determined that my best plan was to appear friendly. I wondered how one would escape from a place like this. I was more accustomed to this strange state of being now; knowledge which seemed instinctive was growing within me. I knew that if Brutar's net of thoughts were not to hold me--if I could momentarily be freed of other thought-matter--then I could project myself out into the void. I believed I could find my way back to the Big-City--once having been there I would have the power to return. This latter knowledge brought with it a thrill of triumph. I believed that Will and Thone had never been here in Brutar's strong-hold. Perhaps this was a secret place which they could not find. But now I had been here; and if I could escape, I could lead others back to it. With these guarded thoughts surreptitiously roaming through my mind, I was all the while describing our Earth to Brutar. He interrupted me once. "Eo, come here." I became aware of another shape hovering near us. It now advanced; and with Brutar's words of explanation it took form in the fashion of a young man. A smiling, deferential youth seemingly of an age just reaching maturity. He came forward meekly. Brutar spoke. * * * * * "This is my friend whom we call Eo. I have trust in him--he is helping me greatly. I want him to hear what you have to say, Rob." Eo smiled again. "I hope we shall be friends." He regarded Bee, and his smile was curiously gentle. "They call you a girl? Brutar tells me what girls are--I am glad to see you." He reclined beside Bee, continuing to regard her. A very gentle, guileless youth--how queer a companion for this Brutar! And I knew then that it was gentle beings like this whom Brutar was beguiling to his purpose. Brutar said, "Go on, Rob. What you can tell us will be very interesting."