There was the red star, a monstrous blotch of crimson swollen and brooding on the horizon and filling a quarter of the sky. There was the fleck of white high up near the top of the red giant, its white-dwarf companion in transit. These were the high jagged crags, falling off suddenly to the sundered, frothy sea with its blood-red sun-track fading to pink and finally to gray far away on either side. Smith watched the waves break far below him, and he almost stumbled when someone tapped his shoulder. "That was mean of the man named Jorak." She might have been a woman of Earth, except that she was too thin, cast in a too-delicate mould. Yet beautiful. Smith shrugged, felt the heat rise to his face and knew that he must have looked like a mirror for the red sun. "Is that really a blush, Smith? Are you blushing?" He nodded. "I can't help it. I-" "Don't be foolish. I don't want you to stop. I think it looks nice." Smith rubbed his pate, watched the hot wind blow the girl's yellow hair about her face. "They tell me my great great grandfather had a little fringe of hair around his head. I've seen pictures." "How nice-" "If you're trying to make fun of me, please go away. It wasn't nice, it was ugly. Either you have hair or you don't. The men of Earth used to have it, long ago. The women still do." She changed the subject. "I'll bet you think this place is ugly, Smith." Smith shook his head. "No, it's stark. If you like things that way, it isn't really ugly. But Earth is a planet of green rolling hills and soft rains and-you're making fun of me." "You say that again and I'll take it as an insult." She smiled. "We have our green rolling hills on Bortinot, only it's cold. I like it here because it's warm. And, of course, I have a lot to learn at school." "Would you think I'm stupid if I ask you what?" "No. And you were really serious in there when you said you didn't know what they teach." "How could I know? I'm the first student here from Earth. Every five years-say, twenty times during the course of one lifetime-we get the application. This time the government finally decided someone should go. Me." "Well, they teach just about everything that could be of value in a transtellar culture." "What?" "Things like astrogation and ethics-" "I caught the school express at a Denebian planet. Someone told me there that the school is decadent." She smiled up at him. "Deneb is a slothful place, then. It is true that the school never stands still, changing its courses to meet the demands of a changing society. If Deneb cannot keep pace with the changes, that could explain the feeling. Right now they'll be concentrating in dreams and dream-empathy, in some of the newer Garlonian dances, Sarchian cooking for the receptives and Wortan fighting for the dominants. Quite a virile program, Smith, provided one is up to it." "What happened to your astrogation and ethics?" "That? Oh, that's just a catch-all phrase. Your courses will depend on such things as your D or R classifications-" "It makes me laugh a little," Smith admitted. "But they've classified me as a receptive. I guess they know what they're doing. Still-" "You think you're strong, eh?" "Well, I didn't see anyone in the registrar's room who would worry me very much in a fight." "Society is sophisticated, Smith. There's more to strength than mere brawn. What sort of psi-powers have they cultivated on the planet Earth?" In a general sense, but in a general sense only, Smith knew what she meant. "Well, there's hypnotism, and some people play at telepathy and clairvoyance. Nothing much, really." "That isn't much, my friend."