Alard hadn't had his brother's luck. None of the great starships offered him a berth. But there were unchartered vessels--smugglers and pirates and worse--that would hire anybody who didn't value his life very highly and knew how to keep his mouth shut. He got jobs on them. And as the bandit ships he sailed on took Jumps closer and closer in to the more sophisticated sectors, Alard began to hear of a Len Mattern. It took him a long time before he could bring himself to believe that this king of finance was the brother whom he had imagined finding derelict and penniless. Instead, he was rich and oblivious, not needing anything the younger man could give him. It was then that Alard determined revenge. It took him years to save up enough money to buy the false papers he needed--more years to buy his way into Mattern's crew. And, finally, he had achieved his end; he was there. * * * * * "But you've been with me almost a year now," Mattern pointed out, "and done nothing except talk to Lyddy against me. What were you planning to do?" "I don't know," the boy said hopelessly. "Lots of times I thought of killing you, but then I'd be killing the only relative I had." "You could have told me who you were. I'd have done something for you." Alard's eyes blazed. "Yes, you _would_ have. When it's easy, when it wouldn't mean a damn thing to you, you'd do something for me!" Len pulled out a smokestick and offered it to the boy. Alard shook his head impatiently. Len lit one for himself. Neither of them said anything. Lyddy was sobbing softly. "You never really loved me," she whimpered. "It was just a way of getting back at Len." Alard looked away from her, met his brother's eye, and dropped his gaze to the rug, without denying the impeachment. Mattern exhaled smoke. "All right, you had a grudge against me, but what did you have against her? If you _were_ using her to get back at me, then I think you have no cause to reproach me for anything I did. Maybe your foster-mother was right; there _is_ bad blood in the family." The young spaceman was still silent. Lyddy lifted her head. There was resolution on her tear-smudged face. "I'm going to leave you, Len! I can't go on living with a man who does the awful, evil, _unnatural_ things you do...." Her voice petered out as her vocabulary proved unequal to her emotions. _Poor Lyddy_, he thought. And then, _Poor Len, with emotions unequal to his vocabulary._ "Everything I did, I did for your sake, Lyddy," he told her softly, but no longer with any hope of her comprehension. "It was because I was poor and couldn't afford your love that I went into hyperspace." He couldn't help adding, "Doesn't it mean anything to you that I risked a whole universe for your sake, and that now I have worlds to offer you?"