“No, she is from Amiocap. My father captured her there when she was young.” “That accounts for the difference,” mused Tanar. “What difference?” she asked. “What do you mean?” “I mean that you are not like the others, Gura,” he replied. “You neither look like them nor act like them—neither you nor your brother, Balal.” “Our mother is an Amiocapian,” she replied. “Perhaps we inherited something from her and then again, and most important, we are young and, as yet, have no mates. When that time comes we shall grow to be like the others, just as our mother has grown to be like them.” “Do many of your men take their mates from Amiocap?” asked Tanar. “Many try to, but few succeed for as a rule they are driven away or killed by the Amiocapian warriors. They have a landing place upon the coast of Amiocap in a dark cave beneath a high cliff and of ten Himean warriors who land there scarce one returns, and he not always with an Amiocapian mate. There is a tribe living along our coast that has grown rich by crossing to Amiocap and bringing back the canoes of the warriors, who have crossed for mates and have died at the hands of the Amiocapian warriors.” For a few moments she was silent, absorbed in thought. “I should like to go to Amiocap,” she mused, presently. “Why?” asked Tanar. “Perhaps I should find there a mate with whom I might be happy,” she said. Tanar shook his head sadly. “That is impossible, Gura,” he said. “Why?” she demanded. “Am I not beautiful enough for the Amiocapian warriors?” “Yes,” he replied, “you are very beautiful, but if you went to Amiocap they would kill you.” “Why?” she demanded again. “Because, although your mother is an Amiocapian, your father is not,” explained Tanar. “That is their law?” asked Gura, sadly. “Yes,” replied Tanar. “Well,” she said with a sigh, “then I suppose I must remain here and seek a mate whom I shall learn to hate and bring children into the world who will hate us both.” “It is not a pleasant outlook,” said Tanar. “No,” she said, and then after a pause, “unless—” “Unless, what?” asked the Sarian. “Nothing,” said Gura. For a time they sat in silence, each occupied with his own thoughts, Tanar’s being filled to the exclusion of all else by the face and figure of Stellara. Presently the girl looked up at him. “What are you going to do after you find Jude?” she asked. “I am going to kill him,” replied Tanar. “And then?” she queried. “I do not know,” said the Sarian. “If I find the one whom I believe to be with Jude we shall try to return to Amiocap.” “Why do you not remain here?” asked Gura. “I wish that you would.” Tanar shuddered. “I would rather die,” he said. “I do not blame you much,” said the girl, “but I believe there is a way in which you might be happy even in Hime.” “How?” asked Tanar. Gura did not answer and he saw tears come to her eyes. Then she arose hurriedly and entered the cave.