"But why would the sugarfeet join with them?" Snow asked. "Aren't they friendly, on the neutral side?" "Unh-uh," I said. "Not in the way you mean. The sugarfeet, from planetary sympathies, are on the side of the Ancients. The Neo-Martians were anti-Earth, hence, anti-Baxter. So Plan A of the Ancients was a joining of forces between sugarfeet and rebel Neo-Martians. It was a slim chance, but they needed allies. Clatclit tells me that this thing's been growing for nearly a year, now. But a few weeks ago, what happens? Up to Mars come these kids, who are not only good emotional contacts with Earth, but with all the powerful nations. The ancients immediately scrap the first scheme, and switch to Plan B, the one we're currently enmeshed in." "So that's why Clatclit was dickering for the collapser at that meeting you eavesdropped on!" Snow exclaimed. "Sure," I said. "The rebels wanted that collapser for purposes of duplication. Its mechanism is one of Security's best-kept secrets. Only now, the Ancients don't want to help the rebel cause, so Clatclit was instructed to get that thing from them at all costs. He did. You know the cost." Snow shuddered. "All those men--poof! Just like that!" "Honey, this is war," I sighed sadly. "And you and I are the key figures in it, whether we like it or not." "I think I'm all clear except on the one point: Why did the boys leave the _Phobos II_ willingly?" "Male children, especially that brother of yours, love intrigue and adventure and secret codes. Clatclit and his ruby-red friends, knowing they'd pique the kids' curiosity, let them know that they were more than dumb animals. This, being in direct conflict with all they'd been taught back on Earth, put them in the enviable position of being 'in the know.' And kids are quick to pick up new tongues, too. I have no doubts that within three hours those kids knew more of the sugarfoot language than I'll learn in a lifetime. Here, they were told, was their chance to be heroes. Plan B was told to them, and the part they must play in it. What kid wouldn't go along with a chance to take part in a real-life adventure? And so, after leaving the evidence that they'd apparently vanished in space--Clatclit tells me this was one of the boys' idea; nice kids we grow on Earth!--leaving this baffling trail, they tramped off after the sugarfeet into the cave, like the happy youngsters following the Pied Piper." I slowed down. This was the part I didn't want to say. "And?" Snow said, sensing my distress, and going tense. "And they wound up neatly jailed by the Ancients," I said. "The Ancients had made sure to select a man--me--that could be coerced by threats to those poor kids." "You mean if you don't do what they want...?" Snow said, but couldn't complete the sentence. "The kids pay," I finished for her. "So, tell me, lady, what's my move?"