He wrinkled his face, puzzled. What was he guilty of? No answer, and the moon went behind a cloud, bringing depression and acute loneliness, sharp and bitter. A depression bleak in its namelessness, and terrifying. Then suddenly his mind jerked away from the thoughts. He realized he was not countering the Oholo's movements. The steady pressure was a compensated pressure, varying as her distance. A projection requiring mental ability he could never hope to equal. She had learned fast. She had neatly sidestepped his defense. Terrified, he probed beyond his shield, and for an instant received an impression of her distance. He sat upright, shivering. She had worked much nearer. In desperation, he launched an assault, closing his eyes, forgetting everything else. Lightly she parried him and slapped back strongly enough to make him wince. Then for two long hours they fought. He grappled with the pressure, working on the theory that it was a burden no mind could carry indefinitely. But she did not concede. Instead she continued, giving up trying to come closer, intent on breaking down his will to resist. He checked her with all his energy. He countered, stared at the scattered moonlight on the rug. Energy drained from him until he wanted to scream, to plead with her. And beyond the bleak reality of concentration he knew that she was using twice as much energy as he was. Then she began to weaken. The pressure steadied, and he could feel her exhaustion. She was through for the night. The sheets of the bed were damp. His body trembled. He wanted to whimper pathetically in fancied defeat. Sleep slowly came, and the long pervasive influence of Empire, the influence visible in concrete form on conquered planets, swept over him. But somehow he was guilty of something, he knew.... * * * * * He was still tired when he awoke, instantly alert, wary. She apparently still slept, although she held the pressure against his mind. Dawn ushered in a cloudy day, and street noises--cars, trolleys, movement--came into the room with the utmost clarity. He would have to change hotels. That alone had an urgency to it. Wearily he fumbled with his shield. It was still solid. He ran a hand over his forehead, pressing against the temples. He thought of the sleeping Oholo. He dropped the shield completely, knowing she would realize its absence. He stretched mentally for a long, precious second, and it was with infinite relief. "Hello," he leered in the direction of Lauri. "Hello," he snarled suddenly, tingling with excitement. No answer. "Hello! Hello! Hello!"