He rode down alone in the gravshaft and made his way down the street to the place where his five countrymen waited. It was very dark now, though the lambent glow of street-lights brightened the path. The stars were out in force now, bedecking the sky. Up there somewhere was Darruu. Perhaps now was the time of the Mating of the Moons, he thought. Well, never mind; it did not matter now. They were waiting for him. As he approached Carver said, "You took long enough. Well?" Harris thought of the squirming ropy thoughts that nestled in the other's brain like festering living snakes. He said, "All dead. Didn't you get my signal?" "Sure we did. But we were getting tired of standing around out here." "Sorry," Harris said. He was thinking, these are Servants of the Spirit, men of Darruu. Men who think of Darruu's galactic dominion only, men who hate and kill and spy. "How many were there?" Reynolds asked. "Five," Harris said. Carver looked disappointed. "Only five?" Harris shrugged. "The place was empty. At least I got five, though." He realized he was stalling, unwilling to do the thing he had come out here to do. A silent voice said within him, _Will you betray us again? Or will you keep faith this time?_ Carver was saying something to him. He did not hear it. Carver said again, "I asked you--were there any important documents there?" "No," Harris said. A cold wind swept in from the river. Harris felt a sudden chill. He said to himself, _I will keep faith._ He stepped back, out of the three-foot zone, and activated the subsonic generator in his hip. "What--" Carver started to say, and fell. They all fell: Carver, Reynolds, Tompkins, McDermott, Patterson, slipped to the ground and lay in huddled heaps. Five Darruui wearing the skins of Earthmen. Five Servants of the Spirit. He drew the disruptor. It lay in his hand for a moment. Thoughtfully he released the safety guard and squeezed the trigger. A bolt of energy flicked out, bathing Carver. The man gave a convulsive quiver and was still. Reynolds, Tompkins, McDermott, Patterson. All dead. Smiling oddly, Harris pocketed the disruptor again and started to walk away, walking uncertainly, as the nervous reaction started to swim through his body. He had killed five of his countrymen. He had come to Earth on a sacred mission and had turned worse than traitor, betraying not only Darruu but the entire future of the galaxy. He had cast his lot with the Earthmen whose guise he wore, and with the smiling yellow-haired girl named Beth beneath whose full breasts beat a Medlin heart. _Well done_, said the voice in his mind. _We were not deceived in you after all._ Harris began to walk back toward the Medlin headquarters, slowly, measuredly, not looking back at the five corpses behind him. The police would be perplexed when they held autopsies on those five, and discovered the Darruui bodies beneath the Terran flesh. He looked up at the stars.