"I do not follow?"
"They came and saw us. They decided not to have any."
Mantley turned to Kane and said: "What is this young man talking about?"
"I should know?" asked Kane with a shrug. "He's drunk—and though it is deplorable that he should pick this time to get that way, I, for one, don't blame him."
"Well, after the circumstances, neither do I," agreed Mantley with a sympathetic smile. "Those female predators would drive any man to murder with their thoughtless questions. But look, Kane, this tale of a nomad planet that preferred peace to association with Terra sounds too complicated to be the figment of a drunken imagination."
"How could it be anything but?"
"Not a drunken figment," blurted Guy. "I was there, I should know."
"It must be a wonderful place," said Mantley soothingly.
"It is a paradise," insisted Guy.
"And you were there?"