"There is no way," said Mordel.

"Given sufficient data, I will find a way," said Frost.

"All the data in the universe will not make you a Man, mighty Frost."

"Mordel, you are wrong."

"Why do the lines of the poems you scanned end with word-sounds whichso regularly appoximate the final word-sounds of other lines?"

"I do not know why."

"Because it pleased Man to order them so. It produced a certaindesirable sensation within His awareness when He read them, a sensationcompounded of feeling and emotion as well as the literal meanings of thewords. You did not experience this because it is immeasurable to you.That is why you do not know."

"Given sufficient data I could formulate a process whereby I would know."

"No, great Frost, this thing you cannot do."

"Who are you, little machine, to tell me what I can do and what Icannot do? I am the most efficient logic-device Solcom ever made. I amFrost."

"And I, Mordel, say it cannot be done, though I should gladly assistyou in the attempt".

"How could you assist me?"

"How? I could lay open to you the Library of Man. I could take youaround the world and conduct you among the wonders of Man which stillremain, hidden. I could summon up visions of times long past when Manwalked the Earth. I could show you the things which delighted Him. Icould obtain for you anything you desire, excepting Manhood itself."

"Enough," said Frost. "How could a unit such as yourself do thesethings, unless it were allied with a far greater Power?"

"Then hear me, Frost, Controller of the North," said Mordel. "I _am_allied with a Power which can do these things. I serve Divcom."

Frost relayed this information to Solcom and received no response,which meant he might act in any manner he saw fit.

"I have leave to destroy you, Mordel," he stated, "but it would be an