"Sitting up in the lounge, nursing his bruises. Yes, it fell short, but I don't think telekinetics had much to do with that. We've never been able to control matter convincingly. There. All right?" "Fine. How did you get us out?" "Of course the grenade had made the entrance impassible--we had to cut our way in through the outer wall. We had a clear field. Bellaver's men had all gone back to their ships. They thought you were dead, and to tell you the truth we thought you must be, too. But you didn't quite 'feel' dead, so we dug you out." "Thanks," said Hyrst. "I suppose they know different now." He was in a ship's sick-bay. From the erratic crash and shudder of the lateral jets, they were beating their way through the Belt, and at a high rate of speed. Hyrst sent a glance back into space. The tugs and Bellaver's yacht were following, but this time only the yacht had a chance. The tugs were dropping hopelessly behind. "Yes, they soon found out once we got you out, but with any luck we'll lose them," said Christina. She sat down beside the bunk, where she could see his face. "Shearing told you about the ship." "The starship. Yes." He looked at her. Suddenly he laughed. "You're not a goddess at all." "Who said I was?" "Shearing. Or anyway, his mind. Ten feet tall, and crowned with stars--I was afraid of you." He leaned closer. "Your eyes, though. They are angry." "So will yours be," she said, "when you've fought the Bellavers as long as we have." "There are still things I don't understand. Why you built the ship, why you've kept it secret from everyone, not just Bellaver, what you plan to do with it--how _you_ came to be one of the Brotherhood." She smiled. "The Seitz method was originated to save wreck-victims frozen in deep space. Remember? Quite a few of us never went through the door at all, innocent or guilty. But that makes no difference, once you've come back from out there." She put her hand on his. "You've learned fast, but you're only on the threshold. There's no need for words with us. Open your mind--" * * * * * He did so. At first it was no different from the contact he had had with Shearing's mind, or with Christina's before on the _Happy Dream_. Thoughts came to him clearly phrased--_You want to know why we built the ship, what we plan to do with it_--and it was only after some time that he realized the words had stopped and he was receiving Christina's emotions, her memories and opinions, her disappointments and her dreams, as simply and directly as though they were his own.