* * * * * This was a hunting party, he learned. They were headed back now for the city. Jupiter wondered what they called it. The city didn't have a name, Lete insisted. She called it the city by the _Dra Dur_, which meant Red Sea. Yes, there were other cities, but none of them had a name. "Why should they?" Reiloc grunted. What were the Anolyn? Such a strange question. Jupiter could see for himself that they were--well, Anolyn. Neither Reiloc nor Lete understood what he was driving at. The Anolyn were different, they admitted, but all things were different. It was obvious that the cave girl and the fighting man considered themselves separate species and hated each other cordially. The humans who associated themselves with the Anolyn, Lete informed him with scorn in her voice, were "Edir". "Edir" as near as Jupiter could make out, meant "voluntary slave"; a term that brought a savage growl from Reiloc and shut him up for three days. The Anolyn, Lete told Jupiter, entered into a person once they caught him, and that person was "Edir" forever. He couldn't escape. Why? Because no one ever had. She didn't know what the thing on the back of her neck was, and neither did Reiloc. The Anolyn had put it there, and it was dangerous to meddle with it. And that was as much as Jupiter could learn. * * * * * On the fifteenth day they struck a small farming community, and after that they traveled by day on a paved road between cultivated fields. Jupiter saw many more of the green tinted Rik'gans being used like draft animals. There were also black hairy people with tails who were kept in pens and watched the caravan pass out of sad, lack-luster eyes. The hairy men were Begans, Lete told him. The Anolyn bred them for food. Occasionally they ate the Rik'gans, but the meat was coarse and tough. Horror sprang into Jupiter's green eyes. "They eat them?" Lete shrugged. "Of course. And so have you." He went deathly pale. He could feel his stomach revolt at the thought. "The Anolyn breed men for special purposes," Lete went on, unaware of the loathing in his eyes, "fighters, meat animals, the pink-skinned Caligans. Oh, there must be fifteen or sixteen different kinds. They're all 'Edir'," and she dismissed them with a shrug of her shapely brown shoulders. Jupiter's cage was swaying along the plastic ribbon of a road. It was all he could do to keep from being sick, but he knew now the subtle distinction that had been troubling him. The humans weren't slaves. They were domesticated--like cattle or dogs or horses. And Lete's people were wild with all the contempt of the wild thing for its tame cousin! Reiloc, trotting beside the cage, grunted suddenly and raised his arm, pointing ahead. Jupiter lifted his eyes, felt a tingle of excitement run through him. There, glittering in the rays of the setting sun were the spires and battlements of the city by the _Dra Dur_.