“We have no enemies here, you know, prech Ramarren,” he ventured. “No? Where are our enemies, then?” “Well—outside—where you came from—” They stared at each other in mutual miscomprehension. “You think men are our enemies—Terrans, human beings? You think it was they that destroyed my mind?” “Who else?” Orry said, frightened, gaping. “The aliens—the Enemy—the Shing!” “But,” the boy said with timid gentleness, as if realizing at last how utterly his former lord and teacher was ignorant and astray, “there never was an Enemy. There never was a War.”
