"Sit down--John Taine." She waved me to the bench and dropped to the pile of rugs. "You angered me," she said. "I am sorry about that. I am thinking I will have to decide what to do with you--and those men with you whom you say are murderers." I could think of no answer. I could only sit staring at her beauty. The lacery of ice-veils behind her seemed to glorify her with its prismatic pastel glow. "Tell me," she murmured, "of your earth-world. Is it now what my father feared that always it would be?" "Yes," I admitted. "I'm afraid it is." I began telling her of the history of my lifetime. It is horrible, when you think of it, how the events which humans create may be translated into terms of lust and greed, and jealousy and hatred. And the motives of nations--aggression--banditry. "But it isn't all like that," I tried to explain. "There is love, too. And friendship and self-sacrifice. And science to try and heal the sick--to raise the standards of living. Xalite will do that. Xalite which is apparently of no use to your people, Tara." She was staring at me musingly. Heaven knows, looking back on it now, I can try to understand her. Something within her, frightening her as she talked here alone with me. The urge, hardly to be understood by her, to order me here--to be alone with me. The first young man of her own world whom she had ever seen. Emotions, frightening--mingling with the life-long teachings of her fanatic father--his hatred of mankind, so that now what she instinctively felt must have angered as well as terrified her. I had shifted from the bench to the rug beside her. My own emotions were sweeping me. "Tara," I murmured impulsively, "I'm going back to earth--and you're going with me." I think she hardly heard me. She drew in her breath with a little hiss at my touch and leaped to her feet. "I shall show you my people," she said. "You will see what my father and I have done here." She led me through the fairyland of the little garden; out through an archway, so that again I seemed outdoors, with the ceiling of this giant grotto high in the luminous haze overhead. And presently we stood on a small rocky height, gazing down upon a primitive little city. It was a brief glimpse--my only glimpse--of the Zurian subterranean world. This group of habitations here--one of perhaps a dozen scattered throughout the vast system beneath the wild surface of the little asteroid--I saw as a scattered collection of white little mound-dwellings. Stone and frozen moisture, modeled so that families might have privacy. I saw the women there, with dangling hair and breasts; and children, playing in the doorways of the huts.