"I know you've been trying to encourage the tribe to move," Baiel explained. "I came up here to see if I could locate a place for us to migrate. This peninsula is ideal, Captain. It's far enough from the glacier for agriculture to be practical, and—"
"The problem isn't to find the place, Baiel, but to conquer their taboo against migration."
"But you can do that, Captain; just teach the little savages to reason the way men do. Nothing to it." He smiled, then, and held out his hand. "Face it, Captain Theusaman; admit you're wrong! Last night you had to call on the gods; you couldn't control them any other way. If the sun god orders a migration, we can have them on their way in two hours."
"So you're still trying to convince me that you're right."
"Of course; that's why I wanted you to follow me here. Would I have any other reason?"
His answer seemed too quick. I looked at him, frowning, but the smile on his face was unreadable.
"Tell me, Baiel: What did you really want on the Olympus?"
He shrugged. "I came to use the viewscreen."
"You risked discipline for something so foolish?"
"What else? I can't bring any of the machines back to the village; you would throw them out. I can't power the tubes and go back to Earth."