I drew my Hayden. "As I said, Baiel, I'm still in command of this expedition." He shrugged. "You've out-Haydened me, naturally; any Ranker could. If I reach for mine, you'll burn me where I stand." "I'm glad you understand that. Give me your weapons--you, Baiel, and all your followers. Make any excuse you like to the tribe. You'll never have an activated Hayden again, for hunting or any other purpose." Without resistance, they allowed themselves to be disarmed. I pulled the charges on all their weapons and negativized them. "You settle everything so smoothly," Baiel laughed. "Next, of course, you'll propose a--" I cut him short. "All the expedition is here in the cave with us. They all understand the differences between Baiel's objectives and mine. The issue is clear enough for a vote." Slowly the hands went up. I counted twenty-two in Baiel's faction, more than thirty in my own. "So typical!" Baiel snorted. "So much like an Earthman! The will of the majority--our universal cure-all for all things." "You agree to abide by it, Baiel?" His eyebrows arched in a mocking imitation of surprise. "Can an Earthman do anything else, Captain?" "So that we won't have a repetition of this morning's episode," I said, "I'm giving this order: None of us will return to the _Olympus_ again for any reason without my consent. If it is violated, I'll take disciplinary action under the terms of the Space Code." There was a mutter of agreement, primarily from my faction, and the angry meeting broke up. Nothing had been settled, except the division of the expedition into two camps. We never worked together again in harmony. Since Baiel's group was unarmed, their greatest potential danger seemed to be gone; yet the village tension persisted. Baiel could no longer use his Hayden to make a spectacular display of the power of the sun god; slowly the old priest began to reassert the cult of brother glacier. It seemed to me that Baiel encouraged the change; certainly he and the old priest became more intimate than before. I wanted to order an end to their close association, but my own faction was against it. "Baiel's harmless," they told me again and again. "Don't ride him, Captain. Let this thing simmer down and we'll have them all on our side again." Gradually I realized that the very existence of the _Olympus_ was a constant threat to the precarious stability of our community. There were still countless machines aboard which could be converted into further enervating gifts of the sun god. The _Olympus_ had to be destroyed, and yet I had no means to accomplish it.