Shannach's powerful command halted him as he swayed on the very edge. And then Jen's arms caught him from behind. He heard Saul's voice crying, thin and harsh in that upper air, "Push him over! He's a Korin. You saw his face!" Jen answered, "No! He tried to kill himself for us!" "But Shannach has him!" Saul cried out. Shannach had him, indeed, stamping down that final flicker of Trevor's revolt, fiercely commanding him. "Slay the woman and the man!" Trevor tried to. He was all Shannach's now. He tried earnestly and with all his strength to kill them, but both the woman and the man had hold of him now. They were too strong for him, and he could not obey the Last One as he wanted to. "Tie his arms!" Jen was shouting. "We can take him, and he can't do us any harm!" The anger of Shannach flooded through Trevor, and he raged and struggled, and it was useless. Strips of hide secured his arms and they were dragging him on down out of the mountains, and he could not obey. He could not! And then he felt the anger of Shannach ebb away into a terrible hopelessness. Trevor felt his own consciousness going, and he went into the darkness bearing in his mind, the echo of that last bitter cry, "I am old--too old...." VIII Trevor awakened slowly, rising above the dark sea of oblivion only to sink again, conscious in those brief intervals that he lay in a bed and that his head ached. There came a time when he rose, not to sink again. After a while his eyes opened, and he saw a metal ceiling. "We made it," he said. "Yes, you made it," said a friendly voice. "This is Solar City. You've been here quite a while." Trevor turned his head to the voice, to the white-jacketed doctor beside his bed. But he didn't see the man or the room. Not at first. He saw only, upon the bedside table in a tray, a tawny eye that winked and glittered at him. A sun-stone. His hand started to rise weakly to his face. The doctor forestalled him. "Don't bother. It's out. And a delicate job getting it out, it was. You'll have a headache for a while, but anyone would take a headache for a sun-stone!" Trevor didn't answer that. He said suddenly, "Jen--and Saul...?" "They're here. Pretty odd folk they are, too. Won't talk to any of us. You're all a blazing mystery, you know." He went away. When he came back, Jen and Saul were with him. They wore modern synthecloth garments now. Jen looked as incongruous in hers as a leopardess in a silk dress. She saw the smile in his eyes and cried, "Don't laugh at me--ever!" It occurred to Trevor that civilizing her would take a long time. He doubted if it would ever be done. And he was glad of that. She stood looking gravely down at him and then said, "They say you can get up tomorrow." "That's good," said Trevor. "You'll have to be careful for a while." "Yes. I'll be careful."