Calhoun thoughtfully touched the barrel of his blast-rifle and winced at its scorching heat. "I just realized," he said coldly, "that I don't know your name. What is it?" "M-maril," said the girl. She swallowed. "Th-thank you ." "Maril," said Calhoun, "you are an idiot! It was half-witted at best to go off by yourself! You could have been lost!