**Stress that,** the Elder insisted.
"I can kill earthmen, too?"
"Just her," Forential said, knowing Walt would obey him. "Just her," he repeated for emphasis. "Remember that. Approach her carefully. Do not let her suspect what you intend to do. Lie to her, Walt, anything to get close to her, and then...."
**I'll get a ship ready for him,** Lycan thought. **And some suitable clothes.**
"May I tell my mates goodbye?" Walt asked.
**Don't forget he has seen the one from the other compartment,** the Elder reminded Forential sharply.
"No," Forential lied. "You haven't the time. You must leave immediately."
**Tell him much depends on him,** the Elder thought.
"I can't overstress the importance of this," Forential said. He too, was trembling now as he began to see the possible implications; his tentacles quivered. His faceted eyes peered deeply into Walt's face. "It will be a great service to Lyria and to all the people of your race."
**It is a good planet,** Lycan thought. **We can't lose it now!**