"You've got to." I saw the _chak_ who owned the place edging round the door again and said, "There's no use arguing, Miellyn." When she had readjusted her robes a little while ago, she had pinned them so that the flat sprawl of the Nebran embroideries was over her breasts. I put a finger against them, not in a sensuous gesture, and said, "The minute they see these, they'll throw us out of here, too." "If you knew what I know of Nebran, you wouldn't _want_ me to go near the Mastershrine again!" There was that faint coquettishness in her sidewise smile. And suddenly I realized that I didn't want her to. But she was not Dallisa and she could not sit in cold dignity while her world fell into ruin. Miellyn must fight for the one she wanted. And then some of that primitive male hostility which lives in every man came to the surface, and I gripped her arm until she whimpered. Then I said, in the Shainsan which still comes to my tongue when moved or angry, "Damn it, you're _going_. Have you forgotten that if it weren't for me you'd have been torn to pieces by that raving mob, or something worse?" That did it. She pulled away and I saw again, beneath the veneer of petulant coquetry, that fierce and untamable insolence of the Dry-towner. The more fierce and arrogant, in this girl, because she had burst her fettered hands free and shaken off the ruin of the past. I was seized with a wildly inappropriate desire to seize her, crush her in my arms, taste the red honey of that teasing mouth. The effort of mastering the impulse made me rough. I shoved at her and said, "Come on. Let's get there before Evarin does." CHAPTER FOURTEEN Outside in the streets it was full day, and the color and life of Charin had subsided into listlessness again, a dim morning dullness and silence. Only a few men lounged wearily in the streets, as if the sun had sapped their energy. And always the pale fleecy-haired children, human and furred nonhuman, played their mysterious games on the curbs and gutters and staring at us with neither curiosity nor malice. Miellyn was shaking when she set her feet into the patterned stones of the street-shrine. "Scared, Miellyn?" "I know Evarin. You don't. But"--her mouth twitched in a pitiful attempt at the old mischief--"when I am with a great and valorous Earthman...." "Cut it out," I growled, and she giggled. "You'll have to stand closer to me. The transmitters are meant only for one person." I stooped and put my arms round her. "Like this?" "Like this," she whispered, pressing herself against me. A staggering whirl of dizzy darkness swung round my head. The street vanished. After an instant the floor steadied and we stepped into the terminal room in the Mastershrine, under a skylight dim with the last red slant of sunset. Distant hammering noises rang in my ears. Miellyn whispered, "Evarin's not here, but he might jump through at any second." I wasn't listening. "Where is this place, Miellyn? Where on the planet?"