"We have never seen the giants since that time when Martt and I rescued Leela. Everyone here seems to have forgotten them----" Brett's voice was heavy with apprehension. "These people are so trustful! They forget so quickly! No one worries. Our rulers here--a venerable man and woman long past the age when death is expected--are so gentle, kindly, that they can not imagine harm coming to their people. They have forgotten the Hill City which the giants destroyed. Trampled upon it! Six or eight giants--they must have been several hundred feet tall--stamping, kicking the building! I've been there--I've seen the ruins--strewn for miles--and with buildings, colonnades and terraces mashed into the ground! There were no more than half a thousand people surviving that destruction of the Hill City--and thousands died. But everyone says now, 'The giants are gone. We are safe.'" Brett's voice had risen to a swift vehemence. "It's been like living on a volcano to me, all these months. There are no weapons here. My own few flash-cylinders--of what use would a tiny flash of lightning be against beings so gigantic? We've got to do something. For if those giants come again----" A step sounded in the oval doorway near at hand. Leela stood smilingly, deprecatingly before us. II Brett said, "Come here, Leela. This is my sister, and my friend, Frank Elgon. And here's Martt." Leela advanced hesitantly, her face a wave of color as she met our gazes. She was smaller, and even slighter than Frannie, her figure adorned and revealed by its single, simple garment--more like a short, glistening veil than a dress. Her hair was long and dark, caught by a band at her neck, and flowing free beneath. Her arms and legs were bare. At her wrists, gray-blue bands with small tassels; on her feet, queerly high-heeled wooden sandals, with tasseled thongs crossing on her ankles. The sandals clacked as she walked; her step was mincing, with a suggestion of the Orientals of our Earth. Brett eyed the sandals with a humorous twinkle. "For why are those, Leela?" Her blush heightened. "In honor of our guests. I thought you would like them." With a swift gesture, she stooped, untied the thongs and cast the sandals off. Her feet were very white, small and delicately formed, with rounded, polished nails stained pink. She stood untrammeled, lithe and graceful as a faun. "I am glad to meet Brett's sister--and his friend. And you, Martt--I am glad to see you again." Her voice was soft as a Latin's. She shook hands with Martt and with me, and returned Frannie's affectionate embrace.