The control of that monster represents no gain for science. Whatever information may be obtained concerning the beast itself could as easily be gained simply by studying it in an untampered condition. No, what you see down there is the fulfillment of a whim—which is why I consented so readily to showing it off. I had always had a desire to do this for the pure fun of it. That's all. It is an end in itself. There is no special use for the beast. Oh, my assistants will study its physiology and publish their findings. Might as well take advantage of its presence that way. After a long and rewarding career, I can afford to indulge myself in this fashion. So why not?"

"We are closer together in some matters than I would have believed."

"Because I admit to an expensive indulgence?" The marquis shook his head.

"Because you enjoy the feeling of such a peculiar power."

Sundoc moved his hand and darkened the pit. He drew back from the railing and turned away.

"All right," he said. "You have a point." He replaced the gear on the workbench as they moved away. "You'd best get back to those manuscripts now."

"Ouch," said the marquis. "From Olympus to Tartarus in only a few blocks." Sundoc smiled. "It eats a lot too," he said. "But it's worth it."

One

He entered the graveled lot and headed toward a group of hewn-log buildings before which stood rows of pumps for various fuels.

"How's the gas?" Red inquired.

"Half full, with a full auxiliary."

"Park, over by those trees."

He came to a halt beneath a large oak tree. The sun had already settled far into the west.

"We're around C Sixteen, aren't we?"

"Yes. Were you planning on getting off here?"

"No. I was just thinking: I once knew a guy from this period. Had to take the English cutoff, up a piece..."

"You want to park and go visit him?"