"I haven't thought of anything brilliant," said Ethaniel.
"Nor I," said Bal. "We're going to have to go down there cold. And it will be cold."
"Yes. It's their winter."
"I did have an idea," said Bal. "What about going down as supernatural beings?"
"Hardly," said Ethaniel. "A hundred years ago it might have worked. Today they have satellites. They are not primitives."
"I suppose you're right," said Bal. "I did think we ought to take advantage of our physical differences."
"If we could I'd be all for it. But these people are rough and desperate. They wouldn't be fooled by anything that crude."
"Well, you're calling it," said Bal.
"All right," said Ethaniel. "You take one side and I the other. We'll tell them bluntly what they'll have to do if they're going to survive, how they can keep their planet in one piece so they can live on it."
"That'll go over big. Advice is always popular."