"I wonder why?" Rodebush mused. "Of course, we aren't attacking them, either, but you'd think ... do you suppose that they are waiting for Nerado?" "Probably." Costigan paused in thought. "We'd better wait for him, too. We can't leave things this way." "But if we can't force engagement ... a stalemate...." Cleveland's voice was troubled. "We'll do _something_!" Costigan declared. "This thing has got to be settled, some way or other, before we leave here. First, try talking. I've got an idea that ... anyway, it can't do any harm, and I know that he can hear and understand you." Nerado arrived. Instead of attacking, his ship hung quietly poised, a mile or two away from the equally undemonstrative _Boise_. Rodebush directed a beam. "Captain Nerado, I am Rodebush of Triplanetary. What do you wish to do about this situation?" "I wish to talk to you." The Nevian's voice came clearly from the speaker. "You are, I now perceive, a much higher form of life than any of us had thought possible; a form perhaps as high in evolution as our own. It is a pity that we did not take the time for a full meeting of minds when we first neared your planet, so that much life, both Tellurian and Nevian, might have been spared. But what is past cannot be recalled. As reasoning beings, however, you will see the futility of continuing a combat in which neither is capable of winning victory over the other. You may, of course, destroy more of our Nevian cities, in which case I should be compelled to go and destroy similarly upon your Earth; but, to reasoning minds, such a course would be sheerest stupidity." Rodebush cut the communicator beam. "Does he mean it?" he demanded of Costigan. "It sounds perfectly reasonable, but...." "But fishy!" Cleveland broke in. "Altogether too reasonable to be true!" "He means it. He means every word of it," Costigan assured his fellows. "I had an idea that he would take it that way. That's the way they are. Reasonable; passionless. Funny--they lack a lot of things that we have; but they've got stuff that I wish more of us Tellurians had, too. Give me the plate--I'll talk for Triplanetary," and the beam was restored. "Captain Nerado," he greeted the Nevian commander. "Having been with you and among your people, I know that you mean what you say and that you speak for your race. Similarly, I believe that I can speak for the Triplanetary Council--the governing body of three of the planets of our solar system--in saying that there is no need for any more conflict between our peoples. I also was compelled by circumstances to do certain things which I now wish could be undone; but as you have said, the past is past. Our two races have much to gain from each other by friendly exchanges of materials and of ideas, while we can expect nothing except mutual extermination if we elect to continue this warfare. I offer you the friendship of Triplanetary. Will you release your screens and come aboard to sign a treaty?"