"Ahlma, we must get over to the field-house." "Yes, Drake." "See the officials. There should be some one here to meet us." The crowd had seen the ship descending and had gathered. The officials were here. Drake saw a line of the native police guarding the ship, and at the little field-house there were others. Alt said, "There is Jain." He called to the official, a huge black-coated fellow. Drake knew him; and he spoke English. Drake said to Ahlma, "Everyone's frightened. Give way there!" But the crowd was more than frightened. Menacing, Drake abruptly realized, as two men roughly plucked at him. "The drugs!" Ahlma gasped. "They want the drugs." Jain came wading forward, bellowing with the voice of authority which now the crowd began to obey. Drake called, "I don't want to hurt them." He was far stronger than any of these people, and he was armed, both with the drugs and the weapons I had brought. But this was a crowd of Dianne's people. Drake had lived among them for a year; he knew them well, and they knew him. They were an excitable people; in a panic of terror now at the sight of the giant Togaro. Drake had no wish to do anything to excite them further. He shouted with what he hoped would be reassuring words. Alt shouted in his own language. They forced their way forward. The mob presently began dispersing. Jain led Drake into the field-house, a small building of metallic blocks. Other officials were here. There was a hurried consultation. Then a conveyance arrived--a long, low wagon on rollers, with a covered top and a line of small animals to pull it. They climbed aboard and rumbled off through the city streets to the palace of Dianne. I never saw, except with fleeting glimpses, this Shore City, as its name might be translated into English; nor Dianne's palace, nor any of her loyal people, the Mitans, as the nation was called. To Drake it was all familiar. He had attained a position of authority. The ruling class--those who were born with the crescent patch on their foreheads--had accepted him as one of them. Dianne, headstrong little ruler, had insisted upon going in the flyer when Alt was sent out into largeness. Now, in spite of Drake's efforts to guard her, she had been taken by Togaro. Jain was very solemn. "The council will blame you, Drake." They could not blame Drake more than he blamed himself. Yet, from that moment Togaro held Dianne in his arms there was nothing Drake could have done. And nothing now that he could think of to do. He sat immersed in gloomy thoughts. For all his year among these people it was still a strange world to him. He said suddenly: "Jain, that was my brother clinging to Togaro. We've got to find where they went."