"Good morning sir," Geo said. "I thought you might be the mate." The captain was silent for a while, and then said, "Good morning. What do you want?" "I didn't mean to disturb you if you were ..." "No disturbance," said the captain. "How long will it take us to get to Aptor?" "Another three weeks. Shorter if this wind keeps up." "I see," said Geo. "Have you any idea of the geography of Aptor?" "The mate is the only one on board that has ever set foot on Aptor and come off it alive. Except Priestess Argo." "The mate, sir? When?" "On a previous voyage he was wrecked there. He made a raft and drifted into the open sea where he had the good fortune to be picked up by a ship." "Then he will lead whatever party goes to the place?" "Not him," said the captain. "He's sworn never to set foot on the place again. Don't even ask him to talk about it. Imagine what sort of a place it must be if probable death on the open sea is better than struggling on its land. No, he'll pilot us through the bay to the river's estuary, but other than that, he will have nothing to do with the place. "Two other men we had on board who'd been there and returned. They went with the Priestess Argo in a boat of thirteen. Ten were dismembered and the pieces of their bodies were thrown in the water. Two survived to row the Priestess back to the boat. One was the sailor who died in the forecastle this morning. Not half an hour ago, I received news that the other one went overboard from the rigging and was lost in the sea. This is not a good trip. Men are not to be lost like coins in a game. Life is too valuable." "I see," said Geo. "Thank you for your information and time, sir." "You are welcome," the captain said. Then he turned away. Geo descended the ladder again and walked slowly forward. Something touched him on the shoulder and he whirled. "Snake, God damn it, don't do that!" The boy looked embarrassed. "I didn't mean to yell," Geo said, putting his arm around the boy's shoulder. "Come on, though. What did you find? I'll trade you what I know for what you do." _You ... sleep_, came from Snake. "I'm sorry, friend," laughed Geo. "But I couldn't take a nap now if you paid me. Now tell me, whose eyes were we seeing through last night? The captain's?" Snake shook his head. "The mate's?" Snake nodded. "I thought so. Now, did he want to kill ... wait a minute," said Geo. "Can the mate read minds, too? Is that why you're keeping things from us?" Snake shrugged. "Come on now," Geo said. "Do a little yelling and explain." _Don't ... know_, Snake thought out loud. _Can ... see ... what ... he ... sees ... hear ... what ... he ... hears. But ... no ... hear ... thoughts ..._ "I see. Look, take a chance that he can't read minds and tell me, did he kill the man in the bed you should have been in." Snake paused for a minute. Then nodded. "Do you think he was trying to kill you?" Snake nodded again.