"Asonis milk," said Wright. "They moo, too." "Oh, you've tamed them." Pain fought with interest in the haggard face. "Yes, Ed wanted to do that, but we--somehow we never----" "If you're good," Arek said, "and eat all that, there's cake." "You found something for sugar?" "Can't tell it from terrestrial," Dorothy chattered, "only it's pink. From a tree fruit sort of like a plum. We have a plantation of 'em across the lake. You boil it down to nothing and the sugar crystallizes out. We make another kind from sap, not as good as maple. Flour--that's from the same old wheat that came from Earth. Miniaan--oh, you don't know her yet--Miniaan and Paul have experimented around with the local grass grains--nothing yet that measures up to wheat." Ann picked at the food, crying weakly at the first mouthful. "Ah, don't do that," said Dorothy, looking away. "You came home, that's all." Later she ate ravenously. "I want to tell you----" It took a long time in telling. Once she fell asleep but woke an hour later, obsessed with a need to continue.... The lifeboat drifted south, its last remnant of fuel gone in a mad effort to leap the coastal range. Water sneaked in at the seal of the floor window, damaged in an earlier landing, and Ed Spearman talked to himself. "Fugitives from a Sunday school--we'll live." Like a hurt boy he said, "We'll show 'em...." When the current beyond the island swept them toward the cliffs, he opened the door and pulled Ann into the water, dragging her, forgetting that she was herself a strong swimmer. Later, on the beach, he was tender, trying to comfort and reassure her with a vision of the future abundantly real to him. They had no food, no way to light a fire of driftwood. They would go to Vestoia, he said, convince Lantis that they were friends, with something to offer her empire; they would "bring her civilization."