"I----" Elza began, but he stopped her. "You see, Lady Elza, I have already learned to obey you." He was smiling very gently. "Learned to obey even your unspoken commands." I wondered how much of this attitude might be sincere, and how much calculated trickery. Could Elza, indeed, control him? She must have had much the same thought, for she said with a forced smile: "You give me a great deal of power. If you--wish to obey me, you'll set us free--send us all to Washington." That amused him. "Ah, but I cannot do that." She gained confidence. "You are willing to be very gracious in things which do not inconvenience you, Tarrano. It is not very impressive." He looked hurt. "You misinterpret. I will do for you anything I can. But you must remember, Lady Elza, that my judgment is better than yours. I would not let you lead us into disaster. You are a gentle little woman. Your instincts are toward humane treatment of everyone--toward mercy rather than justice. In all such things, I shall be guided by you. Justice--tempered with mercy. A union very, very beautiful, Lady Elza ... But, you see, beyond that--you are wrong. I am a man, and in the big things I must dominate. It is I who guide, and you who follow. You see that, don't you?" The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable. And my heart sank as I watched Elza. Her gaze fell, and a flush mantled her cheeks. Tarrano added quietly: "We shall have no difficulty, you and I, Lady Elza. Each of us a place, and a duty. A destiny together...." He broke off and rose quickly to his feet. "Enough. I have been weak to say so much as this." He turned to leave us, and I became aware of a woman's figure standing in the shadows of the archway across the room. She started forward as Tarrano glanced her way. A Venus woman of the Cold Country. Yet, obviously, one of good birth and breeding. A woman of perhaps 30 years, beautiful in the Venus cast; dressed in the conventional bodice breast-plates and short skirt, with grey stockings and sandals. Within the room, she regarded Tarrano silently. There was about her a quiet dignity; she stood with her tall, slim figure drawn to its full height. Her pure white hair was coiled upon her head, with a rich metal ornament to fasten it. And from it, a mantle of shimmering blue fabric hung down her back. Tarrano said: "What are you doing up here? I told you to wait below." Her face showed no emotion. But there was a glitter to her eyes, a glow in their grey depths like _alumite_ in the hydro-flame of a torch. She said slowly: "Master, I think it would be very correct if you would let me stay here and serve the Lady Elza. I told you that before, but you would not listen." Tarrano, with sudden decision, swung toward Elza. "This is the Elta[14] Tara. She was concerned that I should allow you to dwell here alone with this Jac Hallen, and this traitor from Mars." His tone conveyed infinite contempt for us. [Footnote 14: Elta--a term or title denoting rank by birth.]