"What did you see?"
They were passing under the hill now. Randl jerked his head. "Up there, Wes."
Kirk looked up. Someone was standing at the doorway of the Captain's hut. Someone tall and slender and the color of the Sunstar from head to foot.
"I saw her," said Randl hoarsely. "She was carrying heat-stones into the Ship."
Kirk's pupils shrank to points no warmer nor softer than the tip of his knife. He smiled, almost gently, looking up the hill.
The captain's yellow daughter, taking life into the Ship.
It was a big raid. Kirk saw that when he scrambled up out of the last gully, half-carrying the wheezing Randl. The Piruts had come up the tongue of rock between two deep cuts and tackled the guards' pillbox head on. They hadn't taken it, not yet. But they were still trying, piling up
