"Well, now we really have a problem," said Urson. "Here we are, at a temple of Argo's where we could return the jewels and maybe even get back to the Priestess on the ship, and out of the silly mess, and the jewels are gone." "I guess that also means our river friends are working for Hama," said Geo. "Well," Iimmi said, "Hama's got his jewel then, and we're out of the way. Perhaps he delivered us into Argo's hands as a reward for bringing them this far?" "Since we would have died anyway," said Geo, "I guess he was doing us a favor." "And you know what that means," Iimmi said, looking at Snake now. "Huh?" asked Urson. Then he said, "Oh, let the boy speak for himself. All right, Four Arms, are you or are you not a spy for Hama?" A pained expression came over Snake's face, and he shook his head not in denial but bewilderment. Suddenly he got up from the table, and ran from the room. Urson looked at the others. "Now don't tell me I hurt his feelings by asking." "You didn't," said Iimmi, "but I may have. I keep on forgetting that he can read minds." "What do you mean?" Urson asked. "Just when you asked him that, a lot of things came together in my mind that would be pretty vicious for him if any of it were true." "Huh?" asked Urson. "I think I know what you mean," said Geo. "I still--" "It means that he is a spy," explained Iimmi, "and among other things, he was probably lying about the radio back at the city. And that cost Geo his arm." "Why the--" began Urson, and then looked down the hall where Snake had disappeared. They didn't eat much more. When they got up, Urson felt sleepy and was shown back to his room. "May I show my friend what you showed me?" Iimmi asked the Priestess when she returned. "He is also a student of rituals." "Of course you may," smiled the Priestess. A door opened and they entered another room similar to the one in which Geo had awakened. As she was about to leave, Iimmi asked, "Wait. Can you tell us how to leave the room ourselves?" "Why would you want to leave?" she asked. "For exercise," offered Geo, "and to observe the working of the monastery. Believe us, we are true students of Argo's religion." "Simply press the wall with your hand, level at your waist, and the door will open. But you must not wander about the monastery. Rites which are not for your eyes are being carried out. Not for your eyes," she repeated. "Strange, this is a phrase that has never left our language. Suddenly, confronted by people who can see, it makes me feel somehow ..." she paused. "Well, that is how to leave the room." She stepped out, and the door closed behind her. "Here," said Iimmi, "this is what I wanted to show you." On his bed were a pile of books, old, but legible. Geo flipped through a few pages. Suddenly he looked up at Iimmi. "Hey, what are they doing with _printed_ books?"