"Wait. Wait a minute. If you can create anything, how's about
re-creating Chandler?"

"Chand-ler? What is Chand-ler?"

"The boy back there. The one your braves killed."

Robin said: "If you wish," and Glaudot held his breath. The power over
life and death, he thought....

He looked down and saw Chandler's spacesuited body there, the two arrows
protruding from his chest. He shook his head. "Not dead," he said. "What
good is he to anybody dead?"

Robin nodded. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just hadn't thought before of
bringing people back to life. It ... why it seems ..."

"What's the matter?"

"I wouldn't really be bringing him back, you know. It would be a copy,
just a copy."

"But a perfect copy?"

"I think so."

"Then if it's just a copy it shouldn't bother you at all, should it?"

"Well ..." Robin said doubtfully.

"Go ahead. Show me you can do it."

Glaudot gaped. Another figure sat alongside Chandler's corpse,
Chandler's second corpse. The other figure got up. It was Chandler.

* * * * *

"Look out!" the new Chandler cried. "Look out--Indians!"

"Just take it easy," Glaudot told him. Glaudot's face was very white,
his eyes big and round and staring.

Chandler looked down at the body on the rocks. His knees buckled and
Glaudot caught him, stopping him from falling. Chandler tried to say
something, but the words wouldn't come. He stared with horrified
fascination at the body, which was an exact copy of himself--or a copy
of the dead man from whom the new living man was copied.

"May we go to your spaceship now?" Robin asked Glaudot politely. "I have
always wished to see a spaceship."

Here was power, Glaudot thought. Incredible power. All the power to
control worlds, to carve worlds from primordial slime, almost, for
yourself. Here was far more power than any man in the galaxy had ever
been offered. Was it his, Glaudot's?

It wouldn't be if he brought the beautiful girl to the spaceship and
Purcell. For Captain Purcell, a devoted servant of the galactic
civilization which he was attempting to spread to the outworlds, would
think in terms of what good the discovery of this girl could bring to
all humanity. But if Glaudot kept her to himself ...

And then another thought almost stunned him. Why merely the girl? She'd
mentioned a friend, hadn't she? Perhaps it was something in the
atmosphere of this strange world, in the very air you breathed. Perhaps
anyone coul