Daryesh nodded. "I know the principles and construction and use of those engines, and in truth there is in them the force that molds planets. Your scientists would never work out the half of all that there is to be found. I will show you the proper operation of them all." He shrugged. "Naturally, I will expect commensurate rewards. But even altruistically speaking, this is the best thing I can do. Those energies should remain under the direction of one who understands them, and not be misused in ignorance. That could lead to unimaginable catastrophes." Suddenly she picked up her gun and shoved it back into its holster. She stood up, smiling, and held out her hand. He shook it vigorously, and then bent over and kissed it. When he looked up, she stood uncertain, half afraid and half glad. _It's not fair!_ protested Laird. The poor girl has never known anything of this sort. She's never heard of coquetry. To her love isn't a game, it's something mysterious and earnest and decent-- I told you to shut up, answered Daryesh coldly. Look, man, even if we do have an official safe-conduct, this is still a ship full of watchful hostility. We have to consolidate our position by every means at hand. Now relax and enjoy this. * * * * * He walked around the desk and took her hands again. "You know," he said, and the crooked smile on his mouth reminded him that this was more than half a truth, "you make me think of the woman I loved, a million years ago on Vwyrdda." She shrank back a little. "I can't get over it," she whispered. "You--you're old, and you don't belong to this cycle of time at all, and what you must think and know makes me feel like a child--Daryesh, it frightens me." "Don't let it, Joana," he said gently. "My mind is young, and very lonely." He put a wistfulness in his voice. "Joana, I need someone to talk to. You can't imagine what it is to wake up a million years after all your world is dead, more alone than--oh, let me come in once in awhile and talk to you, as one friend to another. Let's forget time and death and loneliness. I need someone like you." She lowered her eyes, and said with a stubborn honesty, "I think that would be good too, Daryesh. A ship's captain doesn't have friends, you know. They put me in this service because I had the aptitude, and that's really all I've ever had. Oh, comets!" She forced a laugh. "To space with all that self-pity. Certainly you may come in whenever you like. I hope it'll be often." They talked for quite a while longer, and when he kissed her goodnight it was the most natural thing in the universe. He walked to his bunk--transferred from the brig to a tiny unused compartment--with his mind in pleasant haze. Lying in the dark, he began the silent argument with Laird anew. "Now what?" demanded the Solarian.