Charlie looked at Chandler. He had seen the dead man. "Did Robin make
you?" he asked in surprise. "We never brought the dead to life before."

"Can you really do it?" Purcell demanded.

"No, not really. But we can copy perfectly--and the copies live."

"You see?" Chandler demanded triumphantly.

Captain Purcell said: "Show me."

* * * * *

Charlie created a brother to the roan stallion. Captain Purcell gawked.
The one example sufficed and he did not ask for more as Glaudot had
done.

"Where's Robin?" Charlie asked. "At the ship?"

Chandler shook his head. "Glaudot went off with her."

"But I thought he was on the ship!"

"He deserted," Chandler said. "With the girl. He wants her. He wants her
power for himself."

Charlie moved very quickly. He swung in front of Chandler and grabbed
his tunic-front, bunching it, ripping it and all but dragging Chandler
clear off his feet before a hand could be raised to stop him. "Where did
they go?" he asked in a terrible voice. "Where are they? Take me to
them."

"But I don't--don't know!" Chandler protested, trying without success to
break free.

It was Captain Purcell who came forward and firmly took Charlie's arm,
pulling him clear of Chandler. "Remember," he said. "In peace. In
peace."

Charlie stood with his hands at his sides. His face was white and
strained. "The girl," he said.

"We all want to find out where Glaudot took her," Captain Purcell said.
"We're going to help you. Tell me: could the girl have gone willingly
with Glaudot? To share his mad dream of power, perhaps?"

"Robin?" Charlie cried. "Never!"

"Please, lad," Captain Purcell said. "I want you to think. I want you to
consider everything. You and this girl of yours may have almost godlike
powers, but you've spent your lives on an uncivilized world and
well--frankly--couldn't a sophisticated man like Glaudot turn the girl's
head? Couldn't he confuse her into going off with him, at least
temporarily? And, assuming, he did, he doesn't know this world. He's
aware of that. He'd know we'd be coming after him. Perhaps the girl
would tell him about you. Tell me, man--where would the girl go if she
didn't want you to find her? Is there such a place? Before you answer, I
want you to know that what we do here may be far graver than you think.
It is not merely the safety of one girl we have to consider--but no, you
wouldn't understand ..."

"You mean," Charlie asked, "if