"I see. Thanks." Alsyne disappeared and was gone for some ten minutes. He reappeared, grinning hugely behind his flaming wilderness of beard. "It works perfectly; for which our heartfelt thanks. And now that my mind is at complete peace with the universe, we will consider the utterly fascinating subject of your proposed Galactic Service. You two Tellurians, immature although you are, have made two tremendous contributions to the advancement of the Scheme of Things--three, if you count the starship, which is comparatively unimportant--each of such import that no human mind can foresee any fraction of its consequences. First, your Prime Field, the probe and its screen...." "Clee!" Belle drove the thought. "You _didn't_ give him _that_, surely!" "Tut-tut, my child," Therea soothed her. "You are alarming yourself about nothing." "The only trouble with you two youngsters is that you aren't quite--very nearly, of course, but very definitely not quite--grown up." Alsyne smiled again; not only with mouth and eyes, but with his whole hairy face. "To the mature mind there is no such thing as status. Each knows what he can do best and does it as a matter of course. Rank is not necessary. "Second, the unimaginably important contribution of the ability to combine two dissimilar but intimately compatible minds into one tremendously effective fusion. While Therea and I have had only a few moments to play with it, we realize some of its possibilities. Thus, since she is a Doctor of Humanities...." "Oh," Belle interrupted. "_That's_ why you knew what I was thinking about, even though I tight-beamed the thought and my screens were tight?" "Exactly so. But to continue. With her sympathy and empathy, and my driving force and so on, the job of licking these young Primes into shape is, as your idiom has it, 'strictly our dish.' It is a truly delicious thought. "You two, on the other hand, have much that we lack. Breadth and depth and scope of imagination and of vision; yet almost incredible will-power and stamina and resolve...." "_That's the word I was trying to think of--will-power_," Belle flashed a thought at Garlock. "... qualities virtually always mutually exclusive; but the combination of which makes your fusion uniquely qualified to lead and direct this new and magnificent movement. But Therea and I have been idle and frustrated far too long. We can be of most use, at the moment, on Margonia; working with the Fao-Deggi unit. Therefore, with renewed deep thanks, we go." * * * Man and wife disappeared; and, ten seconds later, the Thakern starship vanished from its world. "Well, _what_ do you think of _that_?" Belle gasped. "I was actually afraid to think, even behind a Prime screen. I don't know _yet_ whether I want to kiss 'em or kill 'em." "I do. That guy is really a Prime, Belle. He's older, bigger, and a lot better than I am."