"You'll have to be careful for a while."
"Yes. I'll be careful."
They said no more than that, but in her steady, grave gaze Trevor read that Hugh and the hawks were forgiven, not forgotten but forgiven, that they two had touched each other and would not let go again.
Saul cried anxiously, "Days we've waited! When can we go back to the valley with a ship for the others?"
Trevor turned to the curiously-watching doctor. "Can I charter a ship here?"
"A man with a sun-stone can get almost anything he wants, Trevor! I'll see about it."
The chartered ship that took them back to the valley had a minimum crew, and two mining technicians Trevor had hired. They set down outside the ancient city, and the slaves came surging toward them, half in eagerness, half in awe of this embodiment of misty legend.
Trevor had told Saul what to do. Out up the valley, in the skulls of slain Korins, were sun-stones worth many fortunes. They were going out with the slaves.
"But they're evil—evil!" Saul had cried.
"Not in the outside worlds," Trevor told him. "You people are going to need a start somewhere."