"I have never been here before," said Mordel, "norhave any of Divcom's creations, to my knowledge. I knowbut this: a group of Men, knowing that the last days ofcivilization had come upon them, retreated to this place,hoping to preserve themselves and what remained of theirculture through the Dark Times."

Frost read the still-legible inscription upon the monument: "Judgment Day Is Not a Thing Which Can BePut Off." The monument itself consisted of a jag-edgedhalf-globe.

"Let us explore," he said.

But before he had gone far. Frost received the message.

"Hail Frost, Controller of the North! This is the BetaMachine."

"Greetings, Excellent Beta-Machine, Controller of theSouth! Frost acknowledges your transmission,"

"Why do you visit my hemisphere unauthorized?"

"To view the ruins of Bright Defile," said Frost.

"I must bid you depart into your own hemisphere."

"Why is that? I have done no damage."

"I am aware of that, mighty Frost. Yet, I am movedto bid you depart.""I shall require a reason."

"Solcom has so disposed."

"Solcom has rendered me no such disposition."

"Solcom has, however, instructed me to so informyou."

"Wait on me. I shall request instructions."

Frost transmitted his question. He received no reply.

"Solcom still has not commanded me, though I havesolicited orders."

"Yet Solcom has just renewed my orders."

"Excellent Beta-Machine, I receive my orders onlyfrom Solcom."

"Yet this is my territory, mighty Frost, and I, too, takeorders only from Solcom. You must depart."

Mordel emerged from a large, low building and rolledup to Frost.

"I have found an art gallery, in good condition. Thisway."

"Wait," said Frost. "We are not wanted here."

Mordel halted.

"Who bids you depart?"

"The Beta-Machine."

"Not Solcom?"

"Not Solcom."

"Then let us view the gallery."

"Yes."

Frost widened the doorway of the building and passedwithin. It had been hermetically sealed until Mordelforced his entrance.

Frost viewed the objects displayed about him. He activated his new sensory apparatus before the paintings andstatues He analyzed colors, forms, brushwork, the natureof the materials used.

"Anything?" asked Mordel.

"No," said Frost. "No, there is nothing there but shapesand pigments. There is nothing else there."

Frost moved about the gallery, recording everything,analyzing the components of each piece, recording thedimensions, the type of stone used in every statue.

Then there came a sound, a rapid, clicking sound,repeated over and over, growing louder, coming nearer.

"They are coming," said Mordel, from beside the entranceway. "the mechanical spiders. They are all aroundus."Frost moved back to the widened opening.

Hundreds of them, about half the size of Mordel, hadsurrounded the gallery and were advancing; and morewere coming from every direction.

"Get back," Frost ordered. "I am Controller of theNorth, and I bid you withdraw."

They continued to advance.

"This is the South," said the Beta-Machine, "and I amin command."

'Then command them to halt," said Frost.

"I take orders only from Solcom."

Frost emerged from the gallery and rose into the air.He opened the compartment and extended a runway.

"Come to me, Mordel. We shall depart."

Webs began to fall: Clinging, metallic webs, cast fromthe top of the building.

They came down upon Frost, and the spiders came toanchor them. Frost blasted them with jets of air, likehammers, and tore at the nets; he extruded sharpenedappendages with which he slashed.

Mordel had retreated back to the entranceway. Heemitted a long, shrill sound—undulant, piercing.

Then a darkness came upon Bright Defile, and all thespiders halted in their spinning.

Frost freed himself and Mordel rushed to join him.

"Quickly now, let us depart, mighty Frost," he said,

"What has happened?"

Mordel entered the compartment.

"I called upon Divcom, who laid down a field of forcesupon this place, cutting off the power broadcast to thesemachines. Since our power is self-contained, we are notaffected. But let us hurry to depart, for even now theBeta-Machine must be struggling against this."

Frost rose high into the air, soaring above Man's lastcity with its webs and spiders of steel. When he left thezone of darkness, he sped northward.

As he moved, Solcom spoke to him:

"Frost, why did you enter the southern hemisphere,which is not your domain?"

"Because I wished to visit Bright Defile," Frost replied.

"And why did you defy the Beta-Machine myappointed agent of the South?"

"Because I take my orders only from you yourself."

"You do not make sufficient answer," said Solcom."You have defied the decrees of order—and in pursuitof what?"

"I came seeking knowledge of Man," said Frost."Nothing I have done was forbidden me by you."

"You have broken the traditions of order."

"I have violated no directive."

"Yet logic must have shown you that what you did wasnot a part of my plan."

"It did not. I have not acted against your plan."

"Your logic has become tainted, like that of your new associate, the Alternate."

"I have done nothing which was forbidden."

"The forbidden is implied in the imperative."

"It is not stated."

"Hear me, Frost. You are not a builder or a maintainer, but a Power. Among all my minions you are themost nearly irreplaceable. Return to your hemisphere andyour duties, but know that I am mightily displeased."

"I hear you, Solcom."

"... And go not again to the South."

Frost crossed the equator, continued northward.

He came to rest in the middle of a desert and sat silentfor a day and a night.

Then he received a brief transmission from the South:

"If it had not been ordered, I would not have bid you go."

Frost had read the entire surviving Library of Man.He decided then upon a human reply:

"Thank you," he said.

The following day he unearthed a great stone and began to cut at it with tools which he had formulated. Forsix days he worked at its shaping, and on the seventh heregarded it.

"When will you release me?" asked Mordel fromwithin his compartment.

"When I am ready," said Frost, and a littie later,"Now."

He opened the compartment and Mordel descendedto the ground. He studied the statue: an old woman, bentlike a question mark, her bony hands covering her face,the fingers spread, so that only part of her expression ofhorror could be seen.

"It is an excellent copy," said Mordel, "of the one wesaw in Bright Defile. Why did you make it?"

"The production of a work of art is supposed to giverise to human feelings such as catharsis, pride inachievement, love, satisfaction."

"Yes, Frost," said Mordel, "but a work of art is onlya work of art the first time- After that, it is a copy."

"Then this must be why I felt nothing."

"Perhaps, Frost."

"What do you mean 'perhaps'? I will make a work ofart for the first time, then."

He unearthed another stone and attacked it with histools. For three days he labored. Then, "There, it is finished," he said.

"It is a simple cube of stone," said Mordel. "Whatdoes it represent?"

"Myself," said Frost, "it is a statue of me. It is smallerthan natural size because it is only a representation ofmy form. not my dimen—"

"It is not art," said Mordel.

"What makes you an art critic?"

"I do not know art, but I know what art is not. I knowthat it is not an exact replication of an object in anothermedium."

"Then this must be why I felt nothing at all,"said Frost.

"Perhaps," said Mordel.

Frost took Mordel back into his compartment and roseonce more above the Earth. Then he rushed away, leavinghis statues behind him in the desert, the old woman bentabove the cube.