"This is too much," Klondor gasped in amazement. "It is far more valuable than my gift."
The headman stepped forward and stood in front of Klondor.
"Son," he said, "This was not the original gift Beline was going to give you, but when I saw what you gave her I decided it was more appropriate. The gift you gave her was fought for in blood. In getting that skin, you saved many lives at the risk of your own. No, your gift is of far greater worth than this sword."
Klondor could scarcely believe his eyes. Here was the sword Pettic had been trying to think of a way to get without bloodshed, and he had received it into his hands freely. He could hardly believe his luck. Now Pettic could leave Terra and go back to his world. He was both happy and sad. Happy for his friend and for his betrothal,
