To a degree, that happened. We all realized the need to teach the tribe; no one proposed bringing machines from the _Olympus_ to give the savages the products of our culture without their specifics. One by one members of the expedition followed my lead and mated with the women of the tribe. Only our own women--the fifteen astrographical clerks--and half a dozen men held off. I failed to perceive the significance until it was too late. The six men were Baiel's closest friends; each of them had spent at least a year at the Academy, while the rest of us were Rankers, traditionally considered their inferiors. And the women, being clerks rather than crewmen, had not been psycho-processed. The breach into factions came when our village of stone huts was completed. We were faced with the problem of heating. I wanted the solution to be worked out by the tribe without our help. Slowly they made progress in their efforts to discover how to build fires within the huts without filling the rooms with smoke. They had just discovered how to pierce the roofs with chimneys when I awoke, one morning, to find that Baiel had presented them with a pat answer to the problem. * * * * * During the night he had stealthily returned to the _Olympus_ with four of his men. They had brought back to the village a dozen solar heaters. Before I was awake, he had presented the heaters to the tribe as gifts of the sun god. In wonder the tribe gathered around the tiny machines, holding out their hands to feel the mysterious warmth. Then they thronged at Baiel's feet as he stood on the rock pedestal above the village fire. They swayed and chanted their prayers which had once been reserved solely for the majesty of brother glacier. As I approached, Baiel began to address them. "The sun god sends you these because of your obedience to his ways. Through me--through Baiel, the high priest--he makes you promise of even greater gifts than this, if your faith continues." The tribal chanting arose in ecstacy. The old priest knelt at Baiel's feet, offering up a chunk of glacial ice in token of brother glacier's submission. "There is one all-powerful god!" Baiel cried. "Only one. And I, Baiel, I am his priest." "All-powerful; the only one," the villagers responded. It was at that point that I intervened. The tribe stared at me in bewilderment. I took one of the heaters and dismantled it. "This was made by men," I explained. "By men like yourselves. See, this is no more than a substance like the hard veins of metal you find in your rocks. In time you can learn to make these as we do."