Lerrys Ridenow--the double name indicating high
Darkovan aristocracy. He looked muscular and agile enough, but his hands
were suspiciously well-kept for a mountain man, and I wondered how much
experience he'd had.

The fifth man shook hands with me, speaking to Kendricks and Forth as if
they were old friends. "Don't I know you from someplace, Jason?"

He looked Darkovan, and wore Darkovan clothes, but Forth had forewarned
me, and attack seemed the best defense. "Aren't you Terran?"

"My father was," he said, and I understood; a situation not exactly
uncommon, but ticklish on a planet like Darkover. I said carelessly, "I
may have seen you around the HQ. I can't place you, though."

"My name's Rafe Scott. I thought I knew most of the professional guides
on Darkover, but I admit I don't get into the Hellers much," he
confessed. "Which route are we going to take?"

I found myself drawn into the middle of the group of men, accepting one
of the small sweetish Darkovan cigarettes, looking over the plan
somebody had scribbled down on the top of a packing case. I borrowed a
pencil from Rafe and bent over the case, sketching out a rough map of
the terrain I remembered so well from boyhood. I might be bewildered
about blood fractions, but when it came to climbing I knew what I was
doing. Rafe and Lerrys and the Darkovan brothers crowded behind me to
look over the sketch, and Lerrys put a long fingernail on the route I'd
indicated.

"Your elevation's pretty bad here," he said diffidently, "and on the
'Narr campaign the trailmen attacked us here, and it was bad fighting
along those ledges."

I looked at him with new respect; dainty hands or not, he evidently knew
the country. Kendricks patted the blaster on his hip and said grimly,
"But this isn't the 'Narr campaign. I'd like to see any trailmen attack
us while I have this."

"But you're not going to have it," said a voice behind us, a crisp
authoritative voice. "Take off that gun, man!"

Kendricks and I whirled together, to see the speaker; a tall young
Darkovan, still standing in the shadows. The newcomer spoke to me
directly:

"I'm told you are Terran, but that you understand the trailmen. Surely
you don't intend to carry fission or fusion weapons against them?"

And I suddenly realized that we were in Darkovan territory now, and that
we must reckon with the Darkovan horror of guns or of any weapon which
reaches beyond the arm's-length of the man who wields it. A si