"Trust you. Yes. For Pete's sake, let me go!" He staggered, blinked, realized that she'd thrust him out of her mind. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, stared at the girl curiously. Her cheeks were pink with confusion, and she wouldn't meet his eyes. "I--I've never done that with a man before," she said. "You believe me, don't you?" "Yes. But how did you do it?" "By means of the Anolyn that are attached to our necks. See." She turned her back, lifted her wheat-blonde locks with one hand. Jupiter could see the tiny plum-colored lump. Tabak's neck was slender, delicately formed. He was struck anew by the contrast between her and Lete, the wiry, pagan-souled cave girl. Lete was rawhide, tough, pliable, resilient. But this Caligan girl was a steel rapier. In that moment of intimacy he had glimpsed something of the truth. For all her apparent softness, Tabak could be infinitely more dangerous! * * * * * The door opened instantly at Tabak's mental command. Jupiter followed her into the corridor, saw that it was empty. "Where are the Anolyn?" "They--they are occupied. Those here in the temple." Tabak shivered. "Come, it's on our way. I'll show you." "On our way where? Show me what?" She said, "I'd rather let you see for yourself," and started up the passage, her bare feet soundless on the hard composition floor. Jupiter padded at her elbow. This was all familiar. He couldn't overcome the feeling that he'd been here before. It was Tabak's memory patterns playing tricks on him, he knew. The girl's experience had actually been implanted in his brain. When they reached the ramp angling downward into the gloom, a vague alarm got hold of him, but he followed her onto it without protest. The way led down and down. The air was dank. Moisture dripped from the walls. It grew slippery underfoot. Abruptly, the ramp came to an end. He could see the glint of water ahead. Subconsciously, he knew it was a canal running beneath the streets to the _Dra Dur_. He knew it just as he knew that there was a network of these canals like fingers reaching into every part of the city. Just as he knew of the ledge a scant foot above the water, even as Tabak crept onto it. The living boj fur glowed with a pale phosphorescent light as she sidled into the vaulted aquaduct. It lent her a wraith-like appearance to Jupiter, a few paces behind. "Shhh!" she cautioned him, coming to a stop. "Don't make a sound here!" Jupiter's mouth felt dry. He could see nothing but the girl's vague luminous outline, hear nothing but the lap of water against the shelf at their feet. Then Tabak clutched his hand, pulled him forward and into a bisecting passage running at right angles to the aquaduct. He could see the glow of light ahead. The passage curved, the light bursting on his eyes, half blinding him. Together they crawled to the very end of the tunnel and peered out.