"I had hoped that some day you would visit Zarathza with me," she said softly. "Now you--" "Now nothing has changed," grinned Jonathan, dropping beside her and taking her soft hands between his. "Shar Bytu made me infinite, didn't he? How can Morka Kar hurt me?" Her eyes widened in concern. "But Morka Kar is also infinite, as you put it. He will fight your mind. You do not know the sciences that Morka Kar knows. Not knowing what he can do against you, you will be helpless. He will stun your brain, drive it mad, then--destroy it." "If I can't think as fast as that bullying windbag, I'm willing to be destroyed." Adatha Za sounded annoyed. "It is not a question of thinking _fast_, although that does enter into it. It is more a matter of knowing how to oppose the weapons that Morka Kar will create to fight you." "--that he will _create_?" "Certainly. Of old on Zarathza, men carried swords and shields. Later they used percussion guns, still later, atomic disintegrators. But as the years passed into eons, and as life on Zarathza evolved, it was discovered that these weapons were of no use against a trained mind that could shoot a bolt of mental force against the weapon to destroy it. So men went naked into combat and there they thought up their weapons swiftly, through force of mind alone. Their opponents met their mental creations with defenses and weapons of their own. The more unusual the weapon, the easier it was to decide the victor." Jonathan whistled. "My ideas on weapons stop about at a .45 caliber automatic. A sword is useless. So's a bow and arrows. Or a spear. You say Zarathza had atomic disintegrators a long time ago, eh?" The girl shivered. "Atomic disintegrators are seen only in museums today," she whispered. "And you of Earth do not even have them. Lallista! You are a dead man walking around." "Hey," chuckled Jonathan, grabbing her arms and pulling her around to face him. "Chin up. I may not know much about weapons, but I'll bet I've still got a trick or two up my sleeve. I'll show that windbag where he gets off. You wait. You'll see." Her eyes begged his for reassurance. She lay close against him and her mouth quivered into a smile. "You were--joking me, then? You do know of weapons that you haven't mentioned?" "Sure," he boasted gaily. "Lots of them. Brass knuckles. Galloping dominoes. A ginrickey. A mickey finn. The Brooklyn Dodgers." "I am so glad," she whispered. "That makes me feel so much better." She did not see his frown as she walked with him across the white composition walk toward their guest quarters. He wasn't thinking of himself. He was wondering what Morka Kar would do to her--after he got through with him. "Just the same," the girl was saying, "I think that I will show you some of the weapons Morka Kar may use. Those, at least, that I know. We will go and sit together beneath the moons, and I will teach them to you, one after the other."