"You should have let me die," he whispered. "I told you."

"Why didn't you tell us about Parz City? Why did you leave us so unprepared?"

He sighed, a bubble of thick phlegm forming at the corner of his mouth. "Because we were thrown out ten generations ago. Because our ancestors traveled so far before building a home that none of us thought we would ever encounter Parz again." He laughed. "It was better to forget... What good would it do to know such a place existed? But how could we know they would spread so far, staining the Crust with their ceiling-farms and their Wheels? Damn them..."

"Why were we sent away from Parz? Was it because..." She turned, but Deni Maxx was making notes on a scroll with a Corestuff stylus, and did not appear to be listening. "Because of the Xeelee?"

"No." He grimaced in pain. "No, not because of the Xeelee. Or at least, not directly. It was because of how our philosophy caused us to behave."

The Human Beings believed that knowledge of the Xeelee predated the arrival of humans in the Star — that it had been brought there by the Ur-humans themselves.

The Xeelee, godlike, dominated spaces so large — it was said — that by comparison the Star itself was no more than a mote in the eyecup of a giant. Humans, striving for supremacy, had resented the Xeelee — had even gone to hopeless war against the great Xeelee projects, the constructs like the legendary Ring.

But over the generations — and as the terrible defeats continued — a new strand had emerged in human thought. No one understood the Xeelee's grand purposes. But what if their projects were aimed, not at squalid human-scale goals like the domination of others, but at much higher aspirations?

The Xeelee were much more powerful than humans. Perhaps they always would be. And perhaps, as a corollary, they were much more wise.

So, some apologists began to argue, humans should trust in the Xeelee rather than oppose them. The Xeelee's ways were incomprehensible but must be informed by great wisdom. The apologists developed a philosophy which was accepting, compliant, calm, and trusting in an understanding above any human's.

Adda went on, "We followed the way of the Xeelee, you see, Dura; not the way of the Committee of Parz. We would not obey." He shook his head. "So they sent us away. And in that we were lucky; now they might simply have destroyed us on their Wheels."

Deni Maxx touched Dura's shoulder. "You should leave now."

"We'll be back."

"No." Adda was shifting with ghastly slowness in his cocoon of bindings, evidently trying to relieve his pain. "No, don't come back. Get away. As far and as fast as you can. Get away..."

His voice broke up into a bubbling growl, and he closed his eyes.

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