"Must they debate?" Firebird's voice was suddenly thin and a strange tremor was in it. "Is there doubt of their granting the gifts which they have?"
"Each world must stand upon its own merits."
"But you are one of them. Can you not tell us?"
"I am not permitted to vote upon a world which I have examined. That is the law."
The Envoy was suddenly motionless in the air before them, and a wild tinkling seemed to come from within the great invisible ship of Plar. An answering sound came from the Envoy.
"Envoy! What is it?" cried Firebird.
"They have come to a decision."
"The Gifts—?"
"Are not to be given."