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Please!”
    “There is little time, little time!” urged the man in the black tunic.
    “Bring her handbag,” said the large man, calmly. It was brought to him, from
    whence it had fallen when I had tried to escape.
    He looked at me.
    “Perhaps you are interested in knowing how you were followed?” he asked.
    I nodded, numbly.
    From the handbag he extracted an object.
    “What is this?” he asked.
    “My compact,” I told him.
    He smiled, and turned it over. He unscrewed the bottom. Inside there was a tiny
    cylinder, fused to a round, circular plate, covered with tiny, copperish lines.
    “This device,” he said, “transmits a signal, which can be picked up by our
    equipment at a distance of one hundred miles.” He smiled. “A similar such
    device,” he said, “was concealed beneath your automobile.”
    I sobbed.
    “It will be dawn in six Ehn,” said the man in the tunic. I could see that there
    was a lightness in the east.
    I could see that there was a lightness in the east.
    I did not understand what he said.
    The large man nodded at the man in the black tunic. The man in the black tunic
    then lifted his arm. The small disklike ship then slowly lifted and moved toward
    the large ship. A port in the large ship slid upward. The small ship moved
    inside. I could briefly see men, in black tunics, inside, fastening it to plates
    in a steel flooring. Then the port slid shut again. The remains of the boxes had
    now been replaced in the truck. Here and there, about the clearing, men were
    moving about, gathering up equipment. They placed these things in the truck.
    (pg. 31)I could now move my arm and, barely, the fingers of my hand.
    “But your ship,” I said, “the small one, could not seem to find me.”
    “It found you,” he said.
    “The light,” I said, “it couldn’t catch me.”
    “You think it was misfortune that you stumbled into our camp?’ he asked.
    I nodded, miserably.
    He laughed.
    I looked at him, with horror.
    “The light,” he said, “You ran always to avoid it.”
    I moaned.
    “You were herded here,”
    I cried out with misery.
    He turned to a subordinate. “Have you brought Miss Brinton’s anklet?”
    The subordinate then handed him an anklet. I could see that it was steel. It was
    open. It had a hinged catch.
    Then I stood before them as I had, in the tan slacks, in the black, bare-midriff
    blouse, save that I now wore a steel anklet.
    “Observe,” said the large man, indicating the black ship. As I watched it, it
    seemed that lights began to flicker on its surface, and then it seemed that
    tendrils of light began to interweave across its steel, and, before my eyes, it
    began to change color, turning a grayish blue, streaked with white.
    I could now see the first streak of light in the east.
    “This is a technique of field-light camouflage,” said the large man. “It is
    primitive. The radar-screening device, within, is more sophisticated. But the
    light camouflage technique has considerably reduced sightings of our craft.
    Further, of course, we do little more, normally, with the large craft then
    arrive and depart, at given points. The smaller craft is used more extensively,
    but normally only at night, and in isolated areas. It, too, incidentally, is
    equipped for light-camouflage and radar-screening.”
    I understood very little of what he said.
    (pg. 32) “Shall we strip her?” asked one of the subordinates.
    “No,” said the large man.
    The large man stepped behind me. “Shall we go to the ship?” he asked.
    I did not move.
    I turned to face him.
    “Hurry!” called the man in the black tunic, from within the large ship. “Dawn in
    two Ehn!”
    “Who are you? What do you want?” I begged.
    “Curiosity,” he said, “ is not becoming in a Kajira.”
    I stared at him.
    “You might be beaten for it,” he said.
    “Hurry! Hurry!” cried the man in the black tunic. “We must make rendezvous!”
    “Please,” invited the large man, gesturing to the ship with