He opened his mouth to speak again, but interruption came from outside. Sounds of struggle, and the cry of Doriza: "Help me--help!" I bounded to the door and tore it open, injuring the automatic lock. An officer stood in the outer office, and two soldiers had Doriza by the wrists. I made a lunge, knocked one of them spinning against a wall. "What is this?" I roared. "She is my aide." "Her arrest has been commanded," spoke up Elonie in a sullen voice. "Who commanded it? I countermand it!" I faced the roomful of protesting faces. "You call me Yandro, your leader from divine source. Let me say that nothing will happen to Doriza except by my will." Gederr spoke from the inner doorway: "Great Yandro speaks in riddles. I had thought that he had no attachment for Doriza." "Oh, you tried to make me a gift of her last night," I exploded, "but that has nothing to do with the present case. Doriza lives. She remains free. Understand?" "Perhaps," mused Sporr, as if to himself. "There have been accidents...." "Come," I said to Doriza. "To my quarters." I faced the others again. "Danger to her shall be answered by me. Is it understood?" We rode silently in the vehicle, and came to the rooms set aside for me. Once inside, I made sure that speaking tubes and televiso were turned off. Then: "Doriza! There are things I do not know. Tell them to me." She hung her head. "They would have seen me dead, like the others, to shut my mouth." "And I saved you. Now speak. All I seem to find familiar is the name of Barak." She looked up again. "You remember the name?" "Faintly. Vaguely. But what is happening just beyond my knowledge?" She caught me by the forearm, her small, strong hands gripped like vises. "I'll tell you! Tell you everything! Those devils of the Council have long exploited and drained Dondromogon--with lies about the First Comers, and the exclusive use of science! The Newcomers are to be trapped through you, the natives deluded through you! But you--you are to die when your usefulness is through!" "They'd do that?" I demanded. "After they name me as Yandro, their legendary hero?" "That's part of the great lie!" And Doriza was sobbing. "You aren't Yandro--you're _Barak of the Newcomers_!" V I stared at her, astounded, shocked--and suddenly remembering things. "Barak," I repeated foolishly. "Barak. Yes, I _am_ Barak. I--how did I get here? Things are still so shadowy--but I'm beginning to recollect--" "Try," she begged. "Try hard. It's the only way you can save yourself. Let me remind you; this world called Dondromogon was settled long ago by adventurers. For centuries their descendants built up a luxurious way of living. Messages filtered back to the old home planet--Earth, in the Solar System--" "I remember that much," I told her. "Something about a group of chiefs growing fat on the labor of the community, and killing those who threatened to rival them?"