"I know it doesn't track," Ronson said. His voice grew grim and hard. Bitterness boiled in it. He was facing his own frustration here, in the failure of his deep hopes in coming to this place. A touch of pain moving through his chest told him what that failure meant to him. He gestured toward the cavern. "Out there I saw Martians destroying each other. In this, they were wiser than they knew. The ones who died quickly were lucky. The choice was between a quick death and slow, horrible death from the radiation pouring through that place." Pain and consternation showed on Les Ro's face. He seemed to hear only Ronson's last words. "How did you detect the radiation?" "With this." Ronson nodded toward his watch. "This is wonderful. You humans actually have a reliable method of detecting radiation! I have striven so hard to build such a device. Let me see it." He moved toward Ronson as if nothing else were of any importance in comparison to the detector. "Stand back. Kus Dorken and Te Hold and the leper would not have thought the radiation pouring through them was wonderful, if they had known about it. Nor will Tal Bock, before he dies." Real pain darkened the fine patina of the Martian's face. "Do you really believe this of me?" "I saw it happen," Ronson answered. "I was there. I saw Tal Bock destroy Kus Dorken--" "One moment, please." Les Ro's hand moved among the controls. Ronson's hand tightened on the trigger. He held off firing. Somewhere a relay thudded home. Power surged. The wall in the front of the room began to glow with light. "Wait, please! Walt!" The leper came first through the swirling mistiness. He walked erect, his back straight and his head up. The light of eager anticipation was still in his eyes but something new had been added now--realization. "But Tal Bock killed him. I saw it," Ronson whispered. "No," Les Ro gently negated. "When Tal Bock attacked him, I put him into a trance condition, to save him." Ronson hardly heard the answer. His eyes were fixed on something else. "The sores--" The sores were not gone but they had diminished in size. Replacing the rotten tissue, new flesh had already begun to form. "This is what he asked, when he came to me," Les Ro said. "This is what he got." "But this is a miracle." Again Les Ro denied the statement. "This is natural law in operation, though to you the laws may be unknown. Watch." The leper would have dropped to his knees and kissed Les Ro's hand, but the Martian forbade it, sending him to wait elsewhere. Te Hold came through the swirling light--a Te Hold who was without fear. Then, Kus Dorken came. He was still spitting sand out of his mouth but the bluster and the bravado and the anger were gone from him. He was a new Kus Dorken. Inside, he had been subtly changed. Flowing outward, the change showed on his face as a gentle kindliness. "He was a killer when I saw him first," Jennie Ware said. "Now--he looks like a saint."