The white flame of the flower was motionless, but the robot's cilia moved in quick signals. Lhar moved at last. "Perhaps," her thought came. "Unless both induction and deduction fail, my robot has discovered a chance for you. The Other can control your mind through emotions. But I, too, have some power over your mind. If I give you strength, wall you with a psychic shield against intrusion, you may be able to face the Other. But you cannot destroy it unless it is in its normal shape. The Indio girls must be killed first...." "Killed?" I felt a sense of horror at the thought of killing those poor simple native girls. "They are not actually alive now. They are now a part of the Other. They can never be restored to their former life." "How will--destroying them--help me?" I asked. Again Lhar consulted the robot. "The Other will be driven from their bodies. It will then have no hiding-place and must resume its own form. Then it can be slain." Lhar swayed and curtseyed away. "Come," she said. "It is in my mind that the Other must die. It is evil, ruthlessly selfish, which is the same thing. Until now I have not realized the solution to this evil being. But seeing into your thoughts has clarified my own. And my robot tells me that unless I aid you, the Other will continue ravening into your world. If that happens, the time-pattern will be broken.... I do not quite understand, but my robot makes no mistakes. The Other must die...." She was outside of the banyan now, the sphere gliding after her. I followed. The three of us moved swiftly across the blue moss, guided by the robot. In a little while we came to where the six Indio girls were squatting. They had apparently not moved since I had left them. "The Other is not here," Lhar said. The robot held me back as Lhar advanced toward the girls, the skirt-like frill at her base convoluting as she moved. She paused beside them and her petals trembled and began to unfold. From the tip of that great blossom a fountain of white dust spurted up. Spores or pollen, it seemed to be. The air was cloudy with the whiteness. The robot drew me back, back again. I sensed danger.... The pollen seemed to be drawn toward the Indios, spun toward them in dancing mist-motes. It settled on their bronzed bodies, their limbs and faces. It covered them like a veil until they appeared to be six statues, white as cold marble, there on the blue moss. Lhar's petals lifted and closed again. She swayed toward me, her mind sending a message into mine. "The Other has no refuge now," she told me. "I have slain the--the girls." "They're dead?" My lips were dry. "What semblance of life they had left is now gone. The Other cannot use them again." Lhar swayed toward me. A cool tentacle swept out, pressing lightly on my forehead. Another touched my breast, above the heart. "I give you of my strength," Lhar said. "It will be as shield and buckler to you. The rest of the way you must go alone...."