“I take it there’s been a heavy mutational variation in the humanoid norm on this planet,” said Orne. “What is it? Hard radiation?” No answer. “It doesn’t really make any difference, of course,” said Orne. “I’m here to help you.” “I am Tanub, High Path Chief of the Grazzi,” said the native. “I decide who is to help.” Orne swallowed. “Where do you go?” demanded Tanub. “I was hoping to go to your city. Is it permitted?” A long pause while the vertical-slit pupils of Tanub’s eyes expanded and contracted. “It is permitted.” Stetson’s voice came through the hidden speaker: _“All bets off. We’re coming in after you. That Mark XX is the final straw. It means they have the_ Delphinus _for sure!”_ Orne touched his throat. _“No! Give me a little more time!”_ _“Why?”_ _“I have a hunch about these creatures.”_ _“What is it?”_ _“No time now. Trust me.”_ Another long pause in which Orne and Tanub continued to study each other. Presently, Stetson said: _“O.K. Go ahead as planned. But find out where the_ Delphinus _is! If we get that back we pull their teeth.”_ “Why do you keep touching your throat?” demanded Tanub. “I’m nervous,” said Orne. “Guns always make me nervous.” The muzzle lowered slightly. “Shall we continue on to your city?” asked Orne. He wet his lips with his tongue. The cab light on Tanub’s face was giving the Gienahn an eerie sinister look. “We can go soon,” said Tanub. “Will you join me inside here?” asked Orne. “There’s a passenger seat right behind me.” Tanub’s eyes moved catlike: right, left. “Yes.” He turned, barked an order into the jungle gloom, then climbed in behind Orne. “When do we go?” asked Orne. “The great sun will be down soon,” said Tanub. “We can continue as soon as Chiranachuruso rises.” “Chiranachuruso?” “Our satellite ... our moon,” said Tanub. “It’s a beautiful word,” said Orne. “Chiranachuruso.” “In our tongue it means: The Limb of Victory,” said Tanub. “By its light we will continue.” Orne turned, looked back at Tanub. “Do you mean to tell me that you can see by what light gets down here through those trees?” “Can you not see?” asked Tanub. “Not without the headlights.” “Our eyes differ,” said Tanub. He bent toward Orne, peered. The vertical slit pupils of his eyes expanded, contracted. “You are the same as the ... others.” “Oh, on the _Delphinus_?” Pause. “Yes.” Presently, a greater gloom came over the jungle, bringing a sudden stillness to the wild life. There was a chittering commotion from the natives in the trees around the sled. Tanub shifted behind Orne. “We may go now,” he said. “Slowly ... to stay behind my ... scouts.” “Right.” Orne eased the sled forward around an obstructing root. * * * * * Silence while they crawled ahead. Around them shapes flung themselves from vine to vine. “I admired your city from the air,” said Orne. “It is very beautiful.” “Yes,” said Tanub. “Why did you land so far from it?”