"Eat," she said softly. "It is good food, and life giving."
or an instant Brand was dumbfounded. For here was language he could understand—which was incredible on this far-flung globe. Then he suddenly comprehended why her sentences were so intelligible.
She was versed in mental telepathy. And versed to a high degree! He'd had some experience with telepathy on Venus; but theirs was a crude thought-speech compared to the fluency possessed by the beautiful girl before him.
"Who are you?" he asked wonderingly.
"I am Greca"—it was very hard to grasp names or abstract terms—"of the fourth satellite."
"Then you are not of these monsters of Jupiter?"
"Oh, no! I am their captive, as are all my people. We are but slaves of the tall ones."
Brand glanced at Dex. "Here's a chance to get some information, perhaps," he murmured.