Holding her arm and retreating to a big chair, George sat down. Because he was still holding her, Narka sat on his lap, and from there it wasn't hard for him to turn her over. He did and then she got the idea, but it was too late. She struggled and she writhed but she couldn't do a thing about it. "What you need," George told her, "is a good three-dimensional man to take care of you." "Let me up or I'll--I'll beat you." "You'll _what_?" "I'll beat you. Ask Arl, he's a man, but I beat him. When I get him home, I will beat him." * * * * * George lifted his hand, but Arl caught it in mid-air. "Wait, George. I think I am learning." Arl was still trembling, but he attempted a smile. "I think I am learning." George smiled and got up. Arl sat on the chair next to his wife. Men could be henpecked just so long, George thought--even in the fourth dimension, it couldn't go on forever. But Arl's smile was uncertain, he was trying to bolster his courage with it, and Narka stared grimly, certainly. Suddenly, she and Arl were locked together, struggling. George breathed hard. The cop would be here in another minute or two, but he had to let Arl fight his own battle. A king could not be a king in name only, and he had tried to show Arl the way. Narka wrestled Arl to the floor and held him there, next to the remainder of the jewelry. Arl began to moan, and then Narka laughed triumphantly up at George. "There's one thing you didn't know, third dimensional man. One thing you couldn't know. In the fourth dimension, the female is superior physically." Arl moaned. George didn't know a thing about fourth dimensional culture. He had never thought of this possibility, but now Narka held her husband firmly, and she began to do something to his arm. "Give up?" she said. Arl looked up at George. "I tried." "Nuts," said George. "You may think the female is stronger in the fourth dimension, but you're in the third dimension now. If Arl--" Arl needed that encouragement. He smiled now, and this time his smile was the grim certain one. "Why not?" he said. "Something there--different dimension, different laws apply, and if I can do it once, do it now--" He writhed fiercely in Narka's grip, and George watched. Someone was knocking at the door. "Open up. Hey, open up in there! I saw you at the window, so I know you're there. What the hell did you throw them pins out for? Open up!" The knocking became more urgent. It was important, it was vital. But George hardly heard it. Here at his feet he saw a culture changing. Arl forced his wife slowly up and back, and then Arl was in control. He sat on the floor and Narka was draped across his lap and he was spanking her. "Remarkable," Myra said. Narka began to cry. With each downward stroke of Arl's hand, she cried. And by the look on the king's face, George could tell that Arl was having the time of his life.