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Then Aura burst in, breathless, pale, with her hair flying and on her face and in her eyes a terror so incongruous that Lee’s heart went cold.

He gasped, “Aura! Aura, what is it?”

“This terrible thing–that man who came with you–that man, Franklin–he talked with Groff. Some evil spell to put upon Groff–it could only have been that–“

Lee seized her. “What do you mean? Talk slower. Groff? The man who served us that meal–“

“Yes, Groff. And two of the men who were to guard there. What that man said to them–did to them–and when old Arkoh found it out he opposed them–” Her voice was drab with stark horror–so new an emotion that it must have confused her, so that now she just stood trembling.

“Child, come here–come here over to me–” Old Anthony’s voice summoned her. “Now–talk more slowly–try and think what you want to tell us…. What happened?”

“Oh–I saw old Arkoh–him whom I love so much–who always has been so good to me–to us all–I saw him lying there on the floor–“

* * * * *

Words so unnatural here that they seemed to reverberate through the little cave-room with echoes that jostled and muttered like alien, menacing things which had no right here–and yet, were here.

“You saw him–lying there?” Lee prompted.

“Yes. His throat, with red blood running out of it where they had cut him–and he was dying–he died while I stood there–“

The first murder. A thing so unnatural. Old Anthony stared for an instant mute at the girl who now had covered her face with her hands as she trembled against Lee.

“Killed him?” Lee murmured.

On Anthony’s face there was wonderment–disillusion, and then bitterness. “So? This is what comes to us, from Earth?”

Lying so helpless, old Anthony could only murmur that now Lee must do what he could.

“Your own judgement, my son–do what you can to meet this.” The sunken, burning eyes of the old man flashed. “If there must be violence here, let it be so. Violence for that which is right.”

“Grandfather–yes! That miserable cowardly murderer–“

To meet force, with force. Surely, even in a world of ideals, there is no other way.

With his fists clenched, Lee ran from the cave-room. Frightened women scattered before him at its entrance. Where had Franklin gone? That fellow Groff, and two or three of the guards had gone with him. Cynicism swept Lee; he remembered the look Groff had flung at Franklin. Even here in this realm–because it was peopled by humans–evil passions could brood. Groff indeed must have been planning something, and he had seen in Franklin a ready helper–a man from Earth, whom Groff very well may have thought would be more resourceful, more experienced in the ways of violence than himself.

This realm where everyone had all of happiness that he could want! Human perfection of existence. A savage laugh of irony was within Lee as he thought of it. No one had ever held out the offer of more than perfection to these people. But Franklin evidently had done it–playing upon the evil which must lie within every living thing, no matter how latent it may be. Awakening in those guards the passion of cupidity–desire for something better than they had now.

* * * * *

What had happened to Vivian? Out in the rose-light dimness, a little way down the path, Lee found himself staring off toward the forest where the village lay nestled. Voices of the frightened people came wafting through the night silence.

“Lee–Lee–“

It was Aura behind him, running after him. “Lee–wait–I belong with you. You know that–“

He gripped her. “That girl from Earth–that Vivian–she was with Franklin. What happened to her?”