Gently, Houston sent out his thoughts, soothing her mind as he had soothed Harris"s mind weeks before. And he noticed, as he did it, that the other three were with him, helping. By the time Dorrine was fully awake, she was no longer frightened or panicky.

"You"re wonderful people," she thought simply, after several minutes.

"To one so beautiful, how else could we be?" asked Juan Pedro.

"Ignore him, Dorrine," said Sonali, "he tells me the same thing."

"But not in the same way, _amiga_!" the Spaniard protested. "Not in the same way. The beauty of your mind, Sonali, is like the beauty of a mountain lake, cool and serene; the beauty of Dorrine is like the beauty of the sun--warm, fiery, and brilliant."

"By my beard!" snorted Matsukuo. "Such blather!"

"I"ll be willing to wager my beautiful _hacienda_ in the lovely countryside of Aragon against your miserable palm-leaf _nipi_ shack on Oahu that you have no beard," said Juan Pedro.

"Hah!" said Matsukuo; "that"s all I need now--Castles in Spain."

It was suddenly dizzying for Houston. Here were five people, doomed to slow, painful death, talking as though there were nothing to worry about. Within minutes, each had learned to know the others almost perfectly.

It was more than just the words each used. Talking aloud helped focus the thoughts more, but at the same time, thousands of little, personal, fringe ideas were present with the main idea transmitted in words.

Houston had talked telepathically to Dorrine hundreds of times, but never before had so much fine detail come through.

Why? Was there something different about s.p.a.ce that made mental communication so much more complete?

"No, not that, I think," said Matsukuo. "I believe it is because we have lost our fear--not of death; we still fear death--but of betrayal."

That was it. They knew they were going to die, and soon. They had already been sentenced; nothing further could frighten them. Always before, on Earth, they had kept their thoughts to themselves, fearing to broadcast too much, lest the Normals find them out. The little, personal things that made a human being a living personality were kept hidden behind heavy mental walls. The suppression worked subconsciously, even when they actually wanted to communicate with another Controller.

But out here, there was nothing to fear on that score. Why should they, who were already facing death, be afraid of anything now?

So they opened up--wide. And they knew each other as no group of human beings had ever known each other. Every human being has little faults and foibles that he may be ashamed of, that he wants to keep hidden from others. But such things no longer mattered out here, where they had nothing but imminent death and the emptiness of s.p.a.ce--and each other.

Physically, they were miserable. To be chained in one position, with very little room to move around, for three weeks, as Sonali had been, was torture. Sonali had been there longer than the others--for three days, there had been no one but herself out there in the loneliness of s.p.a.ce.

But now, even physical discomfort meant little; it was easy to forget the body when the mind was free.

"What of the others?" Dorrine asked. "Where are the ones who were sentenced before us?"

Houston thought of Robert Harris. What had happened to the young Englishman?

"s.p.a.ce is big," said Juan Pedro. "Perhaps they are too far away for our thoughts to reach them--or perhaps they are already dead."

"Let"s not talk of death." Sonali Siddhartha"s thought was soft. "We have so many things to do."

"We will have a language session," said Juan Pedro. "_Si?_"

Matsukuo chuckled. "Good! Houston, until you"ve tried to learn Spanish, Hindustani, Arabic, j.a.panese, and French all at once, you don"t know what a language session is. We--"

The Hawaiian"s thought was suddenly broken off by a shrieking burst of mental static.

The effect was similar to someone dropping a handful of broken gla.s.s into an electric meat grinder right in the middle of a Bach cantata.

It was Sager, coming out of his coma.

Almost automatically, the five contacted his mind to relax him as he awoke. They touched his mind--and were repelled!

_Stay out of my mind!_

With almost savage fury, the still half-conscious Sager hurled thoughts of hatred and fear at the five minds who had tried to help him. They recoiled from the burst of insane emotion.

"Leave him alone," Houston thought sharply. "He"s a tough fighter."

At first, Sager was terrified when he learned what had happened to him.

Then the terror was mixed with a boiling, seething hatred. A hatred of the Normals who had done this to him, and an even more terrible hatred for Houston, the "traitor."

The very emptiness of s.p.a.ce itself seemed to vibrate with the surging violence of his hatred.

"I know," Houston told him, "you"d kill me if you could. But you can"t, so forget it."

Not even the power of that hatred could touch Houston, protected as he was by the combined strength of the other four sane telepaths. He was comparatively safe.

Sager snarled like a trapped animal. "You"re all insane! Look at you!

The four of you, siding with a man who has betrayed us to the Normals!

He--"

What Sager thought of Houston couldn"t be put into words, and if it could no sane person would want to repeat the mad foulness in those words.

"This is unbearable!" Sonali thought softly.

"That"s not a mind," said Dorrine, "it"s a sewer."

"I suggest," said Matsukuo, "that we do a little probing. Let"s find out what makes this thing tick."

"Stay out of my mind!" Sager screamed. "You have no right!"

"You seemed to think you had the right to probe into the helpless minds of Normals," said Juan Pedro coldly. "We should show you how it feels."

"But they"re just animals!" Sager retorted. "I am a Controller!"

"You"re a madman," said Matsukuo. "And we must find out what makes you mad."

Synchronizing perfectly, five minds began to probe at the walls that Sager had built up around his personality. And as they probed, Sager retreated behind ever thicker walls, howling in hatred and anguish.

On and on went the five, needling, pressing at every weak spot, trying to break him down. Outnumbered and overpowered, it seemed as though Sager had no chance.