Do not be afraid, a calm, silent voice said. You have done me a great service, Daniel Elliot.
The Dragonbird settled lightly to the ground, and Elliot saw deep intelligence glowing in the creature's golden eyes. It seemed almost as if the thing could read his mind.
I can read your mind, Daniel Elliot, came the telepathic reply.
"You—you're intelligent, then?"
There was a touch of sorrow in the mental voice as the bird said: I am the last of my race. We were the rulers of Venus long before your ancestors had discovered the use of fire. But—
After a pause, the bird continued. Well, no matter. What happened does not concern you. I permit myself to be worshipped by these natives. They bring me food and keep me comfortable, and in return, I hypnotize their enemies and keep their small island safe. It is a pleasant life, and I am becoming old.
"How old?" Elliot asked.
Several thousand of your years, the Dragonbird replied.
"And you—"