"I think I admire courage more than anything there is, Bartol. Who else could have dared it? Doesn't it make you proud to be a Lhari?" Bart had felt profoundly moved; now he snapped back to awareness of who he was and what he was doing. So only the Lhari had courage? _Life has surprises, all right, Captain_, he thought grimly. He glanced down at the badge strip of plastic on his arm. It began to tinge faint orange as he looked, and a chill of fear went over him. He had to get away somehow--get to cover! He looked round and his fear was almost driven from his mind. "Captain, the rocks! They're moving!" Vorongil said, unruffled, "Why, so they are. They do, you know; they have intelligence of a sort. Though I've never actually _seen_ them move before, I know they shift places overnight. I wonder what's going on?" They were edging back, the path widening and changing. "Oh, well, maybe they're going to do some more landscaping for us. I once knew a captain who swore they could read his mind." Bart saw the slow, inexorable deepening of his badge--he _had_ to get away. He tensed, impatient; gripped by fists of panic. Somewhere on this world, Montano and his men were setting up their lethal radiations.... _Think of this: a Lhari ship of our own to study, to know how it works, to see the catalyst and find out where it comes from, to read their records and star routes. Now we know we can use it without dying in the warp-drive...._ _Think of this: to be human again, yet to travel the stars with men of my own race!_ _It's worth a few deaths!_ Even Vorongil? Standing here, talking to him, he might--_say it! You talked to him as if he'd been your father! Oh, Dad, Dad, what would you do?_ His voice was steady, as he said, "It's very good of you to show me all this, sir, but the other men will call me a slacker. Hadn't I better get to a work detail?" "Hm, maybe so, feathertop," Vorongil said. "Let me see--well, down this way is the last row of bunkers. See the humps? You can check inside to see if they're full or empty and save us the trouble of exploring if they're all empty. Have a look round inside if you care to--the robot machinery's interesting." Bart tensed; he had wondered how he'd get hidden inside, but he asked, "Not locked?" "Locked?" The old Lhari's short, yellowed crest bobbed in surprise. "Why? Who ever comes here but our ships? And what could we do with the stuff but take it back with us? Why locked? You've been on the drift too long--among those thieving humans! It's time you got back to live among decent folk again. Well, go along." The sting of the words stiffened Bart as he took his leave. The color of the badge seemed deeper orange.... _When it's red, you're dead._ _It's true. The Lhari don't steal. They don't even seem to understand dishonesty._ _But they lied--lied to us all...._ _Knowing what we were like, maybe! That we'd steal their ships, their secrets, their lives!_