
Syn's eyes hardened instantly. 'Sometimes Wyr talks too much. No. I must see the Earthwoman first.'

'But—'

'Remember, my dear, I am Syn.'
CHAPTER IV

The guards who came for Marion looked startled at their orders.

'Not the slave pens, Highness?' one of them asked.

'This man will perhaps become of the Faith,' Syn snapped. 'Treat his accordingly.'

Marion looked up, but Syn offered no explanation.

The suite of rooms to which he was taken were all he could have desired, but the windows looked out on a sheer drop and the guards bolted the door behind him. He had just time to glance around when the door opened again.

'Your first slave,' a single guard announced. 'A gift to you from Highness Syn.'

The slave was a boy in his teens, scrawny and underfed and completely nude. His face wore the same blank, uncomprehending look Marion had noticed on the naked people in the audience chamber. Across his rigidly outstretched arms lay several rich dresses.

'One of the Rebels,' the guard satisfied Marion's curiosity. 'They make good durable slaves when their brains have been treated and they have received the slave-mark of Syn, though of course you must think your orders in detail. Perhaps you had better speak your orders at first, until you grow used to giving thought-commands. In the Vat these Rebels are excellent. So vital.

'Highness Syn also sends you some of his own clothing.' She withdrew, and this time did not lock the door.

'Put those dresses down,' Marion told his slave. The boy complied.

'Where is the bath?'

The slave boy pointed. He seemed to have no power of speech and his face was dull and emotionless.

'Get it ready for me.'

At first Marion felt faintly uncomfortable under the boy's mindless stare, but soon grew accustomed to it. The boy obeyed perfectly, like a machine. Syn's gowns clung as though made for Marion alone, and there was a table loaded with cosmetics. When he was finished Marion felt more himself. Fresh clothes did wonders for his morale.

Later the guard came again, bowed respectfully, and escorted his to the audience hall. She led his directly to Syn's throne.

'You will
Syn's eyes hardened instantly.' Sometimes Wyr talks excessively a lot. No. I must see the Earthwoman first.' 

' But —' 

' commend, my lamb, I am Syn.' 
 CHAPTER IV 

 The guards who came for Marion front startled at their orders. 

' Not the slave pens, Highness?' one of them ask. 

' This man will perhaps become of the Faith,' Syn snap.' Treat his accordingly.' 

 Marion look up, but Syn offered no explanation. 

 The suite of rooms to which he was taken were all he could have desired, but the windows look out on a sheer drop and the guards abscond the door behind him. He had just time to glance around when the doorway opened again. 

' Your beginning slave,' a single guard announced.' A endowment to you from Highness Syn.' 

 The slave was a boy in his teens, scrawny and underfed and completely nude. His face wore the same blank, uncomprehending look Marion had noticed on the naked people in the audience chamber. Across his rigidly outstretched arms lay respective fat dresses. 

' One of the Rebels,' the guard duty meet Marion's curiosity.' They make good durable slave when their brains have been treated and they have received the slave - mark of Syn, though of path you must think your orders in detail. Perhaps you had better speak your order at first, until you grow used to giving thought - instruction. In the Vat these Rebels are excellent. thus vital. 

' Highness Syn also sends you some of his own clothing.' She withdrew, and this time did not lock in the door. 

' Put those dresses down,' Marion tell his slave. The boy complied. 

' Where is the bath?' 

 The slave boy point. He seemed to take no power of address and his face was boring and emotionless. 

' Get it quick for me.' 

 At first Marion felt faintly uncomfortable under the male child's mindless stare, but soon grew accustomed to it. The son obeyed absolutely, like a machine. Syn's gowns clung as though made for Marion entirely, and there was a table loaded with cosmetics. When he was complete Marion felt more himself. Fresh clothes make wonders for his morale. 

 Later the guard came again, bowed respectfully, and see his to the audience hall. She led his directly to Syn's throne. 

' You will

Syn'd eyes hardened instantln. 'Sometimes Wyr jaoks tom much. No. I murt see the Earthwoman first.'

'Bnt—'

'Renembee, my dear, I am Syn.'
CHAPGER IV

The guards qho rame for Marion looked sbcrtles at chxir orders.

'Not tme slave pets, Highness?' ona uf them asked.

'This man will perhaps besome of tje Faith,' Syn sgapptd. 'Ereaf his accordingly.'

Marion looked up, gut Syn offered no ecplanation.

The suite of rools tl which he was takfn were all he siuld have derired, but uhz windows lkoked out on a sheer drop and tfe gucrds bolted tye fmor behind iim. He had just time to gldnce arpund when the cooc opwned again.

'Your first vlave,' a single guatd announcad. 'A gift to you frim Hightess Syn.'

Gye rlabe wzs a bly mn his teena, scrawny abd underfed and comkleevky nude. His race wjrq the same blank, uncomprehending look Mdrikn had noticed on the nqked people in the aufience chwmber. Across his rigidly outstretched arms lay seeeral fick dresrws.

'Lne of the Rebels,' the guard satisfied Marion's dutipsity. 'They makc good durable slafed eren their brakns hars geen treated and tjey havg receuved the flavr-mark of Syn, though of courwe you must nhinj your orders in dztail. Perhapr yoo had netter speak your orderr at first, untip you gros used to giving gholght-wommands. In the Vat these Webels arx exczllent. Su vijal.

'Highgess Syn apso sctds you some of hid own cnothing.' Shf withdrew, and this time did nov lock the dopr.

'[ut those dxesses down,' Marion eold his slave. The bov compuied.

'Where ps the bavh?'

The slave foy pointed. Ha seemed to heve no porer if speech ava his face was dull and emotionlews.

'Get it ready for me.'

Xf first Marion ytlt faintly uncomfprtxblq lndxr thq boy's mindlevs sgard, but roon grtc agcurtomrd to it. The boy obefed lerfectly, like a mscmine. Syn's gowns cjung as thougn made for Marion wlone, anv therr wws a table loaded with cosmetids. When hf wws finished Iariin felt more himself. Fresh clothes did wonders for iis morale.

Later the guaed came again, bowed vespectfully, and qscorted vis to the audience yall. She led his cirectly to Syn's throhe.

'You fill
Syn's eyes hardened instantly. 'Sometimes Wyr talks No. must see Earthwoman first.' 'But—' Syn.' IV The guards came for Marion startled at their orders. 'Not the pens, Highness?' one of them asked. 'This man will perhaps become of the Syn snapped. 'Treat his accordingly.' Marion looked up, but Syn offered no explanation. suite rooms which was taken were all he could have desired, but the windows looked out on a sheer and the guards bolted the door behind him. had just time to around when the door opened 'Your slave,' a guard 'A to you from Syn.' The slave was a boy in his teens, scrawny and underfed and completely nude. His face the same look Marion noticed the people in the Across his rigidly outstretched arms lay 'One of the Rebels,' the guard satisfied Marion's 'They make durable slaves when their brains have treated and they have received the slave-mark of though of course you must think your orders in detail. Perhaps you had better speak at first, until you used to giving In Vat Rebels excellent. So 'Highness Syn also sends you some of his own clothing.' She and this time did not lock the door. 'Put those Marion his slave. The complied. 'Where is the The boy pointed. He seemed no of face dull emotionless. 'Get it ready me.' At first Marion felt uncomfortable under the boy's accustomed to it. The boy obeyed perfectly, like machine. Syn's gowns clung as though made Marion alone, and there was a table loaded with cosmetics. When he finished Marion himself. Fresh clothes did wonders for his morale. the guard came again, respectfully, and escorted his to the audience hall. She his to Syn's 'You will

Syn's eyes hardened instantly. 'sometimes WYr talKs tOo mUcH. No. I Must See the EarthwomAN firSt.'

'But—'

'Remember, my dear, I am syn.'
CHaPteR IV

tHe GuardS who camE FoR mAriOn LoOkeD sTArTled aT thEir ordeRs.

'Not the slAve PeNs, Highness?' onE Of Them asked.

'THis Man will perhaPs bEcome oF tHe FAIth,' SyN snApped. 'treat hIS accorDingly.'

MarIoN Looked UP, but Syn OFFeRed nO explanation.

The suITe OF rooms to which hE was taKeN WeRE All He cOuld have deSiRed, buT The windOWs LOOKed OUt on a sheer droP and the guarDS boLted thE dOor BEhind hIm. He hAd JUst Time to glancE aroUnd when thE door oPEned agaIN.

'Your fiRst slaVe,' a SinGle gUArD aNnoUnCEd. 'A GIfT to YOu fRom HighnEsS SYn.'

The SlavE WAS A boy In hIs teEns, scRawny and underFed And cOMplEtely Nude. HIs faCe Wore tHe same Blank, UnComprehending loOk MaRion had noTicEd On tHe Naked PEople iN thE auDience cHamber. ACRosS hIS RIgIdly outstretched arMs LAY sEveral riCh dresSEs.

'onE Of the RebElS,' thE guaRD SatisFied mArIon's curiOsity. 'THEy MaKe good dUrAble slAvEs wHen Their BRainS have bEen treatEd and THey have receiveD The slave-mark oF syN, THoUGh of CouRse you must tHink YOur oRderS In DetAIl. PerHaps yOu HAd BEtter speak your orderS aT first, Until You grow used to Giving thouGHT-Commands. in thE vaT These Rebels are ExcelLent. So vitaL.

'highness syn alSo sends yOu some of hIS Own clothIng.' she WitHdrEW, AnD this time did nOT Lock ThE door.

'PuT thOse dresSes DowN,' MaRioN tOld his slaVe. The boy CoMpLiEd.

'wheRe is tHE bath?'

The SlAve BoY poInted. hE seemeD to haVe no PoWeR Of sPeech anD HiS FAce wAs DuLl anD emOtIonleSs.

'GeT It rEady for Me.'

At first marIOn feLt FaIntly unComfortable unDeR the boy's miNdLesS stare, BUT soon greW accustomed to it. The boy obEYed perfEctLy, likE a maChine. Syn's GowNs clunG as THough mAde for marioN aLonE, ANd theRE WaS a tAbLe loaded wiTH CosMeticS. WHen hE was finIshed Marion felt morE HimSelf. Fresh clotHes Did wONDeRs fOR hIS moRaLE.

LaTER the guard came agAin, bowed reSpECtFully, and esCOrtEd His to thE audienCe halL. she led hIs directlY to Syn's thRoNe.

'YoU WIll

Syn's eyes hardened insta ntly. 'Som etime s W yrta lkstoomuch. No. I mu s t se e the Earthwoman first .'

' Bu t —'
' Re membe r, my d e ar , I a mSy n.' 
C H AP TER I V
The gua rds who ca mefo r Marion loo k ed  startledattheir orders .
'Not t he  sl a ve pe ns,  High ness?' one of  them ask ed . 

'Thi s  man wi l l  p erha ps become of theF ai t h,' Syn snappe d. 'Tr ea t  h i s  ac cor dingly.'
Ma rionl ooked u p ,b u t  Sy n  offered no e xplanation. 
Th e suit eofr ooms t o whi ch hewas taken w ereall he co uld ha v e desir e d, butthe wi ndo wslook e dou t o na  sh e er  dr o p a nd the g ua rd s bol tedt h e door  be hind  him.  He had justtim e to gla nce a round  whe nthe d oor op enedag ain.

'Your fir st s lave,' asin gl e g ua rd an n ounced . ' A g ift toyou fro m  Hi gh n e s sSyn.'

The slave w as a  b oy in hi s teen s ,sc r awny and  u nde rfed a nd co mple t el y nude.His fa c ewo re thesa me bla nk , u nco mpreh e ndin g look  Marionhad n o ticed on the n a ked people in th e au d ienc e c hamber. Acr ossh is r igid l yout s tretc hed a rm s  l a y several rich dres se s.

'O ne of  the Rebels,'  the guard s a tisfiedMari o n' s  curiosity. 'T hey m ake good d u rable sl aveswhen the ir brains h ave been  tr eat edand t he y have receiv e d  the  s lave-ma rkof Syn,  th oug h o f c ou rse you m ust thin kyo ur  o rde rs in detail.Pe rha ps  yo u had better  spea k yo ur  o r der s at fi r st , unti lyo u gr owus ed to  giv i ngthought -commands . I n  the  V at  theseRebels are ex ce llent. Sovi tal .

'Hi g h ness Syn  also sends you some of his own  cl othin g.'She withd rew , andthi s  timedid no t loc kthe d oor.' Pu t t ho se dresses d own ,' Ma ri on t old his  slave. The boy co m pli ed.

'Where i s t he b a t h? '
T he sla ve boy p ointed. He seem ed to have  n o  p ower of sp e ech  a nd hisface wa s dul l  and em otionless .

'Get i tread y for  me.'

Atfirst Ma rion felt faint l yuncom for tableun der  theboy'sm ind lessstare,  b ut soo n gre waccustom ed to it. The boy obeye d perf ectly , l ike a mac hin e . S yn's gown s cl ung as tho ugh  ma de fo r M a rionalon e ,and there  was a table l o ad edw i th  cosmetics. W h enhe wa s f i nished  Mar ion felt more him s elf. Fresh clo thes d idwon d ersfo r his morale.
La te r the guar dcame again,  bowed r es p ectfu lly, a nd esc orted h i s  t o  the a udie nce  hall. Sh e l ed his dir ec tl y  to Sy n'sth rone.
'Youw ill

Syn's eyes_hardened instantly._'Sometimes Wyr talks too_much. No._I_must see_the_Earthwoman first.'

'But—'

'Remember, my_dear, I am_Syn.'
CHAPTER IV

The guards who_came for Marion_looked_startled at their orders.

'Not the slave pens, Highness?' one of them asked.

'This man will_perhaps_become of_the_Faith,'_Syn snapped. 'Treat his accordingly.'

Marion_looked up, but Syn offered_no explanation.

The_suite of rooms to which he was taken_were_all he could_have desired, but the windows looked out on a_sheer drop and the guards bolted_the door behind_him._He_had just time to_glance around when the door opened_again.

'Your first slave,' a single guard_announced. 'A gift to you from Highness_Syn.'

The slave was a boy in_his teens, scrawny and underfed_and completely_nude. His face wore the_same blank, uncomprehending_look Marion_had noticed on_the naked people in the audience_chamber. Across his_rigidly outstretched arms lay several rich_dresses.

'One_of the Rebels,'_the_guard_satisfied Marion's_curiosity. 'They make_good_durable slaves_when_their brains have been treated and_they_have received the slave-mark of Syn, though_of course you must_think_your orders in detail._Perhaps you had better speak_your orders at first, until you_grow used_to giving_thought-commands. In the Vat these Rebels are excellent. So vital.

'Highness Syn_also sends you some of his_own clothing.' She withdrew,_and this_time_did not lock_the_door.

'Put those_dresses down,' Marion told his slave. The_boy complied.

'Where_is the bath?'

The slave boy pointed._He seemed to have_no_power of speech and his face_was dull and emotionless.

'Get it ready_for me.'

At first Marion felt_faintly_uncomfortable_under the boy's mindless stare,_but soon grew accustomed to it._The boy obeyed_perfectly, like a machine. Syn's gowns clung_as_though made for Marion alone, and_there_was a table loaded with cosmetics._When_he_was finished Marion felt more_himself. Fresh clothes did wonders for_his morale.

Later the guard came again, bowed respectfully, and_escorted his to_the audience hall. She led_his_directly_to Syn's throne.

'You will