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the　arrow；　the　stone。　But　he　did　not　move。　The　thrown　rock　hung　still　at　midpoint。　There　was　no　day　or　night　Sometimes　the　doctor　switched　the　light　off；　or　on。　There　was　a　dock　set　in　the　wall　by　the　bed；　its　pointer　moved　from　one　to　another　of　the　twenty　figures　of　the　dial；　meaningless。

He　woke　after　long；　deep　sleep；　and　since　he　was　facing　the　dock；　studied　it　sleepily。　Its　pointer　stood　at　a　little　after　15；　which；　if　the　dial　was　read　from　midnight　like　the　24hour　Anarresti　clock；　should　mean　that　it　was　midaftemoon。　But　how　could　it　he　midaftemoon　in　space　between　two　worlds？　Well；　the　ship　would　keep　its　own　time；　after　alL　Figuring　all　this　out　heartened　him　immensely。　He　sat　up　and　did　not　feel　giddy。　He　got　out　of　bed　and　tested　his　balance：　satisfactory；　though　he　felt　that　the　soles　of　his　feet　ly　in　contact　with　the　floor。　The　ship's　gravity　field　must　be　rather　weak。　He　did　not　much　like　the　feeling；　what　he　needed　was　steadiness；　solidity；　firm　fact。　In　search　of　these　he　began　methodically　to　investigate　the　little　room。

The　blank　walls　were　full　of　surprises；　all　ready　to　reveal　themselves　at　a　touch　on　the　panel：　washstand；　shitstool；　mirror；　desk；　chair；　closet；　shelves。　There　were　several　pletely　mysterious　electrical　devices　connected　with　the　washstand；　and　the　water　valve　did　not　cut　off　when　you　released　the　faucet　but　kept　pouring　out　until　shut　off—a　sign；　Shevek　thought；　either　of　great　faith　in　human　nature；　or　of　great　quantities　of　hot　water。　Assuming　the　latter；　he　washed　all　over；　and　finding　no　towel；　dried　himself　with　one　of　the　mysterious　devices；　which　emitted　a　pleasant　tickling　blast　of　warm　air。　Not　finding　his　own　clothes；　be　put　back　on　those　he　had　found　himself　wearing　when　he　woke　up：　loose　tied　trousers　and　a　shapeless　tunic；　both　bright　yellow　with　small　blue　spots。　He　looked　at　himself　in　the　mirror。　He　thought　the　effect　unfortunate。　Was　this　how　they　dressed　on　Urras？　He　searched　in　vain　for　a　b；　made　do　by　braiding　back　his　hair；　and　so　groomed　made　to　leave　the　roam；。

He　could　not。　The　door　was　locked。

Shevek's　first　incredulity　turned　to　rage；　a　kind　of　rage；　a　blind　will　to　violence；　which　he　had　never　felt　before　in　his　life。　He　wrenched　at　the　immovable　door　handle；　slammed　his　hands　against　the　slick　metal　of　the　door；　then　turned　and　jabbed　the　call　button；　which　the　doctor　had　told　him　to　use　at　need。　Nothing　happened。　There　were　a　lot　of　other　little　numbered　buttons　of　different　colors　on　the　inter　panel；　he　hit　his　hand　across　the　whole　lot　of　them。　The　wall　speaker　began　to　babble；　〃Who　the　hell
yes　ing　right　away　out　clear　what　from　twentytwo—〃

Shevek　drowned　them　all　out：　〃Unlock　the　door！〃

The　door　slid　open；　the　doctor　looked　in。　At　the　sight　of　his　bald；　anxious；　yellowish　face　Shevek's　wrath　cooled　and　retreated　into　an　inward　darkness。　He　said；　〃The　door　was　locked。〃

〃I'm　sorry。　Dr。　Shevek—a　precaution—contagion—keeping　the　others　out—〃

〃To　lock　out；　to　lock　in；　the　same　act；〃　Shevek　said　looking　down　at　the　doctor　with　light；　remote　eyes。

〃Safety—〃

〃Safety？　Must　I　be　kept　in　a　box？〃

〃The　officers'　lounge；〃　the　doctor　offered　hurriedly；　appeasingly。　〃Are　you　hungry；　sir？　Perhaps　you'd　like　to　get　dressed　and　we'll　go　to　the　lounge。〃

Shevek　looked　at　the　doctor's　dothing：　tight　blue　trousers　tucked　into　boots　that　looked　as　smooth　and　fine　aa　doth　themselves；　a　violet　tunic　open　down　the　front　and　reclosed　with　silver　frogs；　and　under　that；　showing　only　at；　neck　and　wrists；　a　knit　shirt　of　dazzling　white。

〃I　am　not　dressed？〃　Shevek　inquired　at　last

〃Oh；　pajamas　will　do；　by　all　means。　No　formalities　on　a　freighter。〃

〃Pajamas？〃

〃What　you're　wearing。　Sleeping　clothes。〃

〃Clothes　to　wear　while　sleeping？〃

〃Yes。〃

Shevek　bunked。　He　made　no　ment。　He　asked；　〃Where　are　the　dothes　I　wore？〃

Your　clothes？　I　had　them　cleaned—sterilization。　I　hope　you　don't　mind；　sir—〃　He　investigated　a　wall　panel　Shevek　had　not　discovered　and　brought　out　a　packet　wrapped　in　palegreen　paper。　He　unwrapped　Shevek's　old　suit；　which　looked　very　clean　and　somewhat　reduced　in　size；　wadded　up　the　green　paper；　activated　another　panel；　tossed　the　paper　into　the　bin　that　opened；　and　smiled　uncertainly；　〃There　you　are；　Dr。　Shevek。〃

〃What　happens　to　the　paper？〃

〃The　paper？〃

〃The　green　paper。〃

〃Oh；　I　put　it　in　the　trash。〃

〃Trash？〃

〃Disposal。　It　gets　burned　up。〃

〃You　burn　paper？〃

〃Perhaps　it　just　gets　dropped　out　into　space；　I　don't　know。　I'm　no　space　medic。　Dr。　Shevek；　I　was　given　the　honor　of　attending　you　because　of　my　experience　with　other　visitors　from　offworld；　the　ambassadors　from　Terra　and　from　Ham。　I　run　the　decontamination　and　habituation　procedure　for　all　aliens　arriving　in　AIo。　Not　that　you're　exactly　an　alien　in　the　same　sense；　of　course。〃　He　looked　timidly　at　Shevek；　who　could　not　follow　all　he　said；　but　did　discern　the　anxious；　diffident；　wellmeaning　nature　beneath　the　words。

〃No；〃　Shevek　assured　him；　〃maybe　I　have　the　same　grandmother　as　you；　two　hundred　years　ago；　on　Urras。〃　　He　was　putting　on　his　old　clothes；　and　as　he　pulled　the　shirt　over　his　head　he　saw　the　doctor　stuff　the　blue　and　yellow　〃sleeping　clothes〃　into　the　〃trash〃　bin。　Shevek　paused；　the　collar　still　over　his　nose。　He　emerged　fully；　knelt；　and　opened　the　bin。　It　was　empty。

〃The　clothes　are　burned？〃

〃Oh；　those　are　cheap　pajamas；　service　issue　—　wear　'em　and　throw　'em　away；　it　costs　less　than　cleaning。〃

〃It　costs　less；〃　Shevek　repeated　meditatively。　He　said　them　words　the　way　a　paleontologist　looks　at　a　fossil；　the　fossil　that　dates　a　whole　stratum。

〃I'm　afraid　your　luggage　must　have　got　lost　in　that　final　rush　for　the　ship。　I　hope　there　was　nothing　important　in　it。〃

〃I　brought　nothing；〃　Shevek　said。　Though　the　suit　had　been　bleached　almost　to　white　and　bad　shrunk　a　bit；　it　still　fit；　and　the　harsh　familiar　touch　of　holumfiber　cloth　was　pleasant。　He　felt　like　himself　again。　He　sat　down　on　the　bed　facing　the　doctor　and　said；　〃You　see；　I　know　you　don't　take　things；　as　we　do。　In　your　world；　in　Urras；　one　must　buy　things。　I　e　to　your　world；　I　have　no　money；　I　cannot　buy。　therefore　I　should　bring。　But　how　much　can　I　bring？　Clothing；　yes；　I　might　bring　two　suits。　But　food？　How　can　I　bring　food　enough？　I　cannot　bring；　I　cannot　buy。　If　I　am　to　be　kept　alive；　you　must　give　it　to　me。　I　am　an　Anarresti；　I　make　the　Urrasti　behave　like　Anarresti：　to　give。　not　to　sell　If　you　like。　Of　course；　it　is　not　necessary　to　keep　me　alive！　I　am　the　Beggarman；　you　see。〃

〃Oh；　not　at　all；　sir；　no；　no。　You're　a　very　honored　guest　Please　don't　judge　us　by　the　crew　of　this　ship；　they're　very　ignorant；　limited　men—you　have　no　idea　of　the　wele　youll　get　on　Urras。　After　an　you're　a　worldfamous　—　a　galactically　famous　scientist！　And　our　first　visitor　from　Anarres！　I　assure　you；　things　will　be　very　different　when　we　e　into　Peier　Field。〃

'I　do　not　doubt　they　will　be　different；〃　Shevek　said。

The　Moon　Run　normally　took　four　and　a　half　days　each　way；　but　this　time　five　days　of　habituation　time　for　the　passenger　were　added　to　the　return　trip。　Shevek　and　Dr。　Kimoe　spent　them　in　vaccinations　and　conversations。　The　captain　of　the　Mindful　spent　them　in　maintaining　orbit　around　Urras。　and　swearing。　When　he　tad　to　speak　to　Shevek；　he　did　so　with　uneasy　disrespect。　The　doctor；　who　was　ready　to　explain　everything；　had　his　analysis　ready：

〃He's　used　to　looking　on　all　foreigners　as　inferior；　as　less　than　fully　human。〃

The　creation　of　pseudospecies；　Odo　called　it　Yes。　I　thought　that　perhaps　on　Urraa　people　no　longer　thought　that　way。　since　you　have　there　so　many　languages　and　nations；　and　even　visitors　from　other　solar　systems。〃

〃Very　few　of　those；　since　interstellar　travel　is　so　costly　and　so　slow。　Perhaps　it　won't　always　be　so；〃　Dr。　Kimoe　added；　evidently　with　an　intent　to　flatter　Shevek　or　to　draw　him　out　which　Shevek　ignored。

〃The　Second　Officer；〃　he　said；　〃seems　to　be　afraid　of　me。〃

〃Oh；　with　him　it's　religious　bigotry。　He's　a　strictinterpretation　EpiphanisL　Recites　the　Primes　every　night。　A　totally　rigid　mind。〃

〃So　he　sees　me　—　how？〃

〃As　a　dangerous　atheist〃

〃An　atheist！　Why？〃

〃Why；　because　you're　an　Odonian　from　Anarres　—　th