"One of their wizards was for having me, at least, slain. He said he'd had a prevision of my return with ruin in my wake. But the others--laughed?--at him, at the very thought of a human's being dangerous to them. Moreover, they pointed out, if that was to be the case then there was nothing they could do about it; they seem to believe in a fixed destiny. But the idea amused them so much that it was still another reason for letting us go." Corun shrugged. "So we sailed away. That's all. And never till now did I have any smallest thought of returning." He added bleakly after a moment when silence had been heavy: "They have all they want to know from my visit. There will be no reason for them to spare us this time." "I think there will," said Chryseis. "There'd better be," muttered Imazu. "You can start teaching us their language," said Shorzon. "It might not be a bad idea for you to learn too, Imazu. The more who can talk to them, the better." The Umlotuan made a wry face. "Another tongue to learn! By the topknot of Mwanzi, why can't the world settle on one and end this babble!" "The poor interpreters would starve to death," smiled Chryseis. She took Corun's arm. "Come, my buccaneer, let's go up on deck for a while. There's always time to learn words." * * * * * They found a quiet spot on the forecastle deck, and sat down against the rail. The erinye settled his long body beside Chryseis and watched Corun with sleepy malevolence, but he was hardly aware of the devil-beast. It was Chryseis, Chryseis, dark sweet hair and dark lambent eyes, utter loveliness of face and form, singing golden voice and light warm touch and-- "You are a strange man, Corun," she said softly. "What are you thinking now?" "Oh--nothing." He smiled crookedly. "Nothing." "I don't believe that. You have too many memories." Almost without knowing it, he found himself telling her of his life, the long terrible struggle against overwhelming power, the bitterness and loneliness, the death of comrades one by one--and the laughter and triumphs and wild exultance of it, the faring into unknown seas and the dicing with fate and the strong, close bonds of men against the world. He mused wistfully about a girl who was gone--but her bright image was strangely fading in his heart now, for it was Chryseis who was beside him. "It has been a hard life," she said at the end. "It took a giant of a man to endure it." She smiled, a small closed smile that made her look strangely young. "I wonder what you must think of this--sailing with your sworn foes to the end of the world on an unknown mission." "You're not my foe!" he blurted.