IN A PATCH of rough forestland the group slumped down in total fatigue, their stomachs crawling with hunger. By the light of the two moons Traz searched through the undergrowth and found a clump of pilgrim plant, and the group made their first meal in two days. Somewhat refreshed, they moved on through the night, up a long slope. At the top of the ridge, they turned to look back, toward the gloomy silhouette of Ao Khaha on the moonlit sky. For a few minutes they stood, each man thinking his own thoughts, then they continued north.
In the morning over a breakfast of toasted fungus, Reith opened his pouch. "The expedition has been a failure. As I promised, each man receives another five thousand sequins. Take them now, with my gratitude for your loyalty."
Zarfo took the purple-glowing pellets gingerly, weighed them in his fingers.
"Above all I am an honest man, and since this was the structure of the contract, I will accept the money."
Jag Jaganig said: "Let me ask you a question, Adam Reith. You told the Wankh that you were a man from a far world, the home of man. Is this correct?"
"It is what I told the Wankh."
"You are such a man, from such a planet?"
"Yes. Even though Anacho the Dirdirman makes a wry face."
"Tell us something of this planet."
Reith spoke for an hour, while his comrades sat staring into the fire.
Anacho at last cleared his throat. "I do not doubt your sincerity. But, as you say, the history of Earth is short compared to the history of Tschai. It is obvious that far in the past the Dirdir visited Earth and left a colony from which all Earthmen are descended."
"I could prove otherwise," said Reith, "if our venture had been successful and we had all journeyed to Earth."
Anacho poked the fire with a stick. "Interesting ... The Dirdir of course would not sell or transfer a spaceship. Such a theft as we perpetrated upon the Wankh would be impossible. Still-at the Great Sivishe Spaceyards almost any component can be acquired, by purchase or discreet arrangement. One only needs sequins, a considerable sum, true."
"How much?" asked Reith.
"A hundred thousand sequins would work wonders."
"No doubt. At the moment I have barely the hundredth part of that."
Zarfo threw over his five thousand sequins. "Here. It pains me like the loss of a leg. But let these be the first coins in the pot."
Reith returned the money. "At the moment they would only make a forlorn rattling sound."
Thirteen days later the group came down out of the Ifnets to Blalag, where they boarded a power wagon and so returned to Smargash.
For three days Reith, Anacho and Traz ate, slept and watched the young folk at their dancing.
On the evening of the third day Zarfo joined them in the taproom. "All look sleek and lazy. Have you heard the news?"
"What news?"
"First, I have acquired a delightful property on a bend of the Whisfer River, with five fine keels, three psillas and an asponistra, not to mention the tayberries. Here I shall end my days-unless you tempt me forth on another mad venture. Secondly, two technicians this morning returned to Smargash from Ao Hidis. Vast changes are in the wind! The Wankhmen are departing the fortresses; they have been driven out and now live in huts with the Blacks and Purples. It appears that the Wankh will no longer tolerate their presence."
Reith chuckled. "At Dadiche we found an alien race exploiting men. At Ao Hidis we found men exploiting an alien race. Both conditions are now changed. Anacho, would you care to be liberated from your enervating philosophy and become a sane man?"
"I want demonstration, not words. Take me to Earth." "We can hardly walk there."
"At the Great Sivishe Spaceyards are a dozen spaceboats, needing only procurement and assembly."
"Yes, but where are the sequins?"
"I don't know," said Anacho.
"Nor I," said Traz.