"How can we know the verdict before the trial takes place?" "Let that pass," Devall said, seeing he would get no concrete reply. "Where would you try him?" "Not far from here." "Could I be present at the trial?" "No." Devall had learned enough of Markin grammar by now to realize that the form of the negative the priest had employed meant literally, I-say-_no_-and-mean-what-I-say. Moistening his lips, he said, "Suppose I should refuse to turn Lieutenant Leonards over to you for trial? How could I expect you people to react?" There was a long silence. Finally the old priest said, "Would you do such a thing?" "I'm speaking hypothetically." (Literally, the form was I-speak-on-a-cloud.) "It would be very bad. We would be unable to purify the sacred garden for many months. Also--" he added a sentence of unfamiliar words. Devall puzzled unsuccessfully over their meaning for nearly a minute. "What does that mean?" he asked at length. "Phrase it in different words." "It is the name of a ritual. _I_ would have to stand trial in the Earthman's place--and I would die," the priest said simply. "Then my successor would ask you all to go away." The office seemed very quiet; the only sounds Devall heard were the harsh breathing of the old priest and the off-key chirruping of the cricketlike insects that infested the grass-plot outside the window. _Appeasement_, he wondered? _Or the overlord's thumb?_ Suddenly there seemed no doubt at all in his mind of what he should do, and he wondered how he could have hesitated. "I hear and respect your wishes, old one," he said, in a ritual formula of renunciation Steber had taught him. "The boy is yours. But can I ask a favor?" "Ask." "He didn't know he was offending your laws. He meant well; he's sincerely sorry for what he did. He's in your hands, now--but I want to ask mercy on his behalf. He had no way of knowing he was offending." "This will be seen at the trial," the old priest said coldly. "If there is to be mercy, mercy will be shown him. I make no promises." "Very well," Devall said. He reached for a pad and scrawled an order remanding Lieutenant Paul Leonards to the aliens for trial, and signed it with his full name and title. "Here. Give this to the Earthman who let you in. He'll see to it that the boy is turned over to you." "You are wise," the priest said. He bowed elaborately and made for the door. "Just one moment," Devall said desperately, as the alien opened the door. "Another question." "Ask," the priest said. "You told me you'd take his place if I refused to let you have him. Well, how about another substitute? Suppose--" "_You_ are not acceptable to us," the priest said as if reading Devall's mind, and left. Five minutes later the colonel glanced out his window and saw the solemn procession of aliens passing through the exit-posts and out of the compound. In their midst, unprotesting, was Leonards. He didn't look back, and Devall was glad of it.