"Not so."
She touched his arm, and looked up at him searchingly.
"What is it you wish to know?"
"Why will you never return to your home?"
"To space—but we shall."
"To the worlds of your birth, I mean."
He stiffened slightly, stared at her. "What makes you think we won't?" he asked, a little sharply.
"Will you?"
So there were leaks after all, he thought. After six months, many things would be communicated to the natives, even under strictest security.
"No," he admitted, "we can't go back to the worlds of our birth."