"Call me Glenda. I know you, Andrew Aldon. Many times have I listened to your broadcasts. Occasionally have I struggled against you when our projects were at odds. What is this woman to you?"
"She is under my protection."
"That means nothing. I am stronger here. Do you love her?"
"Perhaps I do. Or could."
"Fascinating. My nemesis of all these years, with the analog of a human heart within your circuits. But the decision is Paul's. Give her to me if you would live."
The cold rushes into his limbs. His life seems to contract to the center of his being. His consciousness begins to fade.
"Take her," he whispers.
"I forbid it!" rings Aldon's voice.
"You have shown me again what kind of man you are," Glenda hisses, "my enemy. Scorn and undying hatred are all I will ever have for you. Yet you shall live."
"I will destroy you," Aldon calls out, "if you do this thing!"
"What a battle that would be!" Glenda replies. "But I've no quarrel with you here. Nor will I grant you one with me. Receive my judgment."
Paul begins to scream. Abruptly this ceases. Glenda releases him, and he turns to stare at Dorothy. He steps in her direction.
"Don't—don't do it, Paul. Please."
"I am—not Paul," he replies, his voice deeper, "and I would never hurt you... ."
"Go now," says Glenda. "The weather will turn again, in your favor."
"I don't understand," Dorothy says, staring at the man before her.
"It is not necessary that you do," says Glenda. "Leave this planet quickly."
Paul's screaming commences once again, this time emerging from Dorothy's bracelet.
"I will trouble you for that bauble you wear, however. Something about it appeals to me."
FROZEN LEOPARD. He has tried on numerous occasions to relocate the cave, with his eyes in the sky and his robots and flyers, but the topography of the place was radically altered by a severe icequake, and he has met with no success. Periodically he bombards the general area. He also sends thermite cubes melting their ways down through the ice and the permafrost, but this has had no discernible effect.