"Earth churches used to ban alcohol as sinful because it would cause a mean person to show his true character. My church is more sensible and works to change the person's character, instead." [Illustration] She took a bite of the sandwich. "Cliff bear steak--it and beer go perfectly together. Shall I order you some?" "No," he said, thinking of Y'Nor's fury if Y'Nor should learn he had had a friendly lunch with a native girl. "About your church--what kind of a church is it, anyway?" "What its name implies. Heaven isn't for sale at the pulpit--everybody has to qualify for it by his own actions. We have to practice our belief--just looking pious and saying that we believe doesn't count." He revised his opinion of the Saints, then asked, "But were you practicing your Golden Rule when you came to this town with a gun to shoot Vogarians?" "For Vogarians we have a special Golden Rule that reads: _Do unto Vogarians as they have come to do unto you._ And you came here to enslave or kill us--remember?" It could not be denied. When he did not answer she smiled at him; a smile surprisingly gentle and understanding. "You honestly would like to be our friend, wouldn't you? The State psychiatrists didn't do a good job of brainwashing you, after all." It was the first time since he was sixteen that anyone had spoken to him with genuine kindness. It gave him a strange feeling, a lonely sense of something rising up out of the past to mock him, and he changed the subject: "Are the Azure Mountains the edge of your frontier?" She nodded. "Beyond is the Emerald Plain, a great, wide plain, and beyond it are mountain ranges that have never been named or explored. I'm going into them some day and--" * * * * * Time passed with astonishing speed as he talked with the girl and it was late in the afternoon when he continued on to Brenn's cottage. He put the thoughts of her from his mind and told Brenn of the too-warm association between the girls and the Vogarians. "But it is only friendship," Brenn said soothingly. "You can assure your commander that nothing immoral is being done." "If he knew what was going on, it would be my neck. It has to be stopped. Write an edict--do anything that will stop it at once." Brenn stroked his white beard thoughtfully. "I'm sorry this unforeseen situation has occurred, sir. Will you have strict orders to the same effect given your men?" "There's a severe penalty for unauthorized fraternization. I'll see that they're well reminded of it." "I'll write another edict, at once, forbidding the girls to speak to your men, sir." * * * * * Y'Nor was pacing the floor when Kane went to the ship, his face black and ugly with anger. "Have you been blind?" he demanded. Kane tried to swallow a sinking feeling, wondering just how much Y'Nor had seen, and said, "Sir?"