"Translated?" Germyn dropped the ID bracelet. "But that's impossible!" he cried, forgetting his manners completely. "Oh, no! Translation comes only to those who attain the moment of supreme detachment, you can be sure of that. I _know_! I've seen it with my own eyes. No Wolf could _possibly_--" "At least five Wolves did," Haendl said grimly. "Now you see what the trouble is? Tropile was Translated--I saw that with _my_ own eyes. The next day, Innison. Within a week, two or three others. So we came down here, Germyn, not because we like you people, not because we enjoy it, but because we're _scared_. "What we want is to talk to Tropile's wife--you, too, I guess; we want to talk to anybody who ever knew him. We want to find out everything there is to find out about Tropile and see if we can make any sense of the answers. Because maybe Translation is the supreme objective of life to you people, Germyn, but to us it's just one more way of dying. And we don't want to die." Citizen Germyn bent to pick up his cherished identification bracelet and dropped it absently on a table. There was very much on his mind. He said at last: "That is strange. Shall I tell you another strange thing?" Haendl, looking angry and baffled, nodded. Germyn said: "There has been no Translation here since the day the Wolf, Tropile, escaped. But there have been Eyes. I have seen them myself. It--" He hesitated, shrugged. "It has been disturbing. Some of our finest Citizens have ceased to Meditate; they have been worrying. So many Eyes and nobody taken! It is outside of all of our experience, and our customs have suffered. Politeness is dwindling among us. Even in my own household--" He coughed and went on: "No matter. But these Eyes have come into every home; they have peered about, peered about, and no one has been taken. Why? Is it something to do with the Translation of Wolves?" He stared hopelessly at his visitors. "All I know is that it is very strange and therefore I am worried." "Then take us to Gala Tropile," said Haendl. "Let's see what we can find out!" Citizen Germyn bowed. He cleared his throat and raised his voice just sufficiently to carry from one room to another. "Citizeness!" he called. There was a pause and then his wife appeared in the doorway, looking ruffled and ill at ease with her guest. "Will you ask if Citizeness Tropile will join us here?" he requested. His wife nodded. "She is resting. I will call her." They called her and questioned her for some time. She told them nothing. She had nothing to tell. X On Earth's binary, Glenn Tropile had been reprogrammed for a new task. The problem was navigation. Earth had been a disappointment to the Pyramids; it was necessary to move rapidly to a more rewarding planet.