"Bleeding pretty bad," Sid said. "Ought to be able to control it with the pressure point in your neck. Hurt much?" Jane shook her head. "Here goes then." "Wait." Jane pushed his hand away. She could feel the warm wetness of her blood streaming down across her breast from the shoulder wound. She turned to the chief: "I stopped your son's bleeding," she said calmly. "I saved his life. Stop my bleeding, chief. Save my life in return." The chief looked at her without answering. Then he looked at the shaman, who had climbed to hands and knees but made no move to get up. "Don't do it!" Sid pleaded. "He can't save you and you know it. You'll bleed to death." Jane asked the chief, "You want to help me?" "Girl saved princeling's life. I want to help." "Then stop the bleeding. I've lost a lot of blood, chief. I'm growing weak. You have to stop ... the bleeding...." * * * * * The chief seemed confused. He looked first at the medicine man, then at Jane, then at the flotilla of exodus ships which even while Jane spoke was turning and heading out to sea, back to the mainland just beyond the horizon. He looked at Jane again. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came. Then, finally, in a soft voice he said: "Your people save my people. Millions of them. Take to new home, because old home, old world, die. Some stay. Some--us. You come. Final chance for Mandmoora. Boy hurt and you save him. Man go to ships for good medicine. Could stay, but come back to help boy. You save boy. Princeling. I have no faith in your medicine, but he live. He live. Then you hurt. You bleed. Life blood run out. You bleed. You have faith, faith in chief of Mandmoora, to heal you. You have much faith." He raised his voice suddenly, shouting: "I can no heal! You die if you do not heal yourself. I can no heal! Faith? Your faith in me kill you. Faith? If Sun-Lord fail us. Faith ..." he wailed, a broken man. Sid Masters said, "Keep your faith, chief. There are other symbols, other suns. Your mistake was placing all your faith in one physical symbol--" "Enough," the chief said. "The girl is right. I should save her as she save princeling. I no can heal! The girl is right. All your people's threats, all offers, all bribes, all speech and science explains, all, all fail. The girl alone win. Faith alone no good. Faith and deeds. Girl show deeds. But I no can heal! I no can heal! Stop bleeding, Earthman. Heal her." Sid looked at Jane. She smiled up at him weakly. She had almost lost consciousness. She had lost much blood and, like the prince of the Mandmoora, would need a transfusion when they returned to the mainland and the final ship of the exodus space-fleet. But they had won, because the chief said: "Girl teach us. Earthgirl. We all go."