"How" Saxon had trouble breathing. "How did they go?"
"By transmitter, of course." She indicated a large shimmering platform in one corner. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot rovers hate the mention of any type of gadgetry." Her eyes grew impossibly earnest. "But we try to achieve some kind of balance, really. Once when I suggested that Father let Mentor help him plow the fields, he got furious."
Saxon restrained wild laughter. First the robot, invulnerable to atomic energy, now a matter transmitter.
Yet they plowed their own fields.
"Veena," he said.
She looked up at him.
"Why did you tell Mentor to keep me here?"
She bowed her bright head. Her blue eyes were brimming.
"Why, Veena?"
"Because I like you," she sniffled. "I wanted you to s-stay." Abruptly she fled from the room.