Clarey's smile was unforced this time. "I got your message and I brought along a large hamperful, but it'll be hard to make the people back home keep thinking my aunt's an invalid if she eats like a team of hax. My wife baked some pastries, which I especially recommend to your attention." "I think we ought to get business over before we start on refreshments," Han suggested. "Yes," Spano agreed reluctantly. "I suppose you had better be deep-probed first, Clarey.... Not even one taste beforehand, Han?... Well, I suppose not." Clarey tensed. "You've got a probe on the ship?" he asked, as if the possibility had never occurred to him. "That's right," Han Vollard said. "It's an up-to-date model. The whole thing'll take you less than an hour, and we'll have the information collated by morning." "I--I would prefer not to be deep-probed. You never can tell: it might upset all the conditioning I've received here; it--" "Let us worry about that, Clarey," she said. * * * * * He didn't sleep that night. He sat looking out of the window, knowing there was nothing he could do. Embelsira was in danger--her people were in danger--and he couldn't lift a finger to save them. When he came down to breakfast, he saw that the reports had been collated and read. "So your wife suspects, does she?" the general asked. "Shrewd little creature. You must have picked one of the more intelligent ones." Clarey struggled on the pin. "Wives often have strange fancies about their husbands. You mustn't take it too seriously." "How often have you been married, Clarey?" Han asked. "Or even linked in liaison? How many married people did you know well back on Earth?" There was no need to answer; she knew all the answers. "I think Clarey did a rattling good job," Blynn said stoutly. "It wasn't his fault that she suspects." "Of course not!" the general agreed. "Feminine intuition isn't restricted to human females. In fact, in some female ilfs it's even stronger than in humans. The precognitive faculties in the grua, for example--" "What are you going to do?" Clarey interrupted bluntly. Han Vollard answered him: "Nothing yet. You've got us a lot of information, but it's not enough. You'll have to keep on as you are for another three years or so." It was all Clarey could do to keep from trembling visibly with relief. "It doesn't even matter too much that one of the natives suspects," Han went on, "as long as she doesn't definitely know." "She doesn't," Clarey said, "and she won't. And she won't tell anybody; she'd be afraid for me." But he wasn't all that sure. The Damorlanti didn't hate Earthmen and they didn't fear them, and so Embelsira wouldn't think it was a shameful thing to be. He was glad he'd already been deep-probed. At least this thought would be safe for three years or so. "At any rate, they don't seem antagonistic toward Earthmen," the general said, almost as if he'd read part of Clarey's mind. "I think that's nice."