new thrills. But in the possession of this new, alien body he felt

promises of strange, exotic joys.

A lawless exultation rose in him. He was a man without a world, tree of

all conventions or inhibitions of Earth, or of this strange planet, free

of every artificial restraint in the universe. He was a god! With grim

amusement he thought of his body moving in earth's business and society,

with all the while an alien monster staring out of the windows that were

George Campbell's eyes on people who would flee !f they knew.

Let him walk the earth slaying and destroying as he would. Earth and its

races no longer had any meaning to George Campbell. There he had been one

of a billion nonentities, fixed in place by a mountainous accumulation of

conventions, laws and manners, doomed to live and die in his sordid niche.

But in one blind bound he had soared above the commonplace. This was not

death, but re-birth -- the birth of a full-grown mentality, with a

new-found freedom that made little of physical captivity on Yekub.

He started. Yekub! It was the name of this planet, but how had he known?

Then he knew, as he knew the name of him whose body he occupied- Tothe.

Memory, deep grooved in Tothe's brain, was stirring in him - shadows of

the knowledge Tothe had. Carved deep in the physical tissues of the brain,

they spoke dimly as implanted instincts to George Campbell; and his human

consciousness seized them and translated them to show him the way not only

to safety and freedom, but to the power his soul, stripped to its