oxygen. "He is used to high altitudes," Brulieres remarked. "You or I could hardly remain conscious here. I wished to talk to you, Doctor." "About what, Padre?" Craig felt a little awkward with the title. "About certain things in our country of which you do not approve." Craig hesitated. "I ... am here on a scientific mission." "Nevertheless, you have ideas in the field of politics? I hope we can be frank with each other." "Well ... I have no intention of being critical. As you know, we—that is, in the United States the Church is separate from the government." The corners of Brulieres' mouth quirked. "What you mean, perhaps, is that you do not understand how the Church can support a totalitarian government. Oh, do not protest; the facts are obvious. We have been called worse names than 'totalitarian.' You do not think it right that the Church should take up actual arms." "I—yes. Since you put it into words. We have a different concept of religion." The priest nodded slowly. "Si. Once I visited your land. In a way, I envied the priests there. Here, we have had more to contend with than the christening of fat babies and listening to trifling sins of appetite. We are in the front line of battle." Craig said stiffly, "Do you mean a spiritual battle, or an ideological one?" This time Brulieres nearly smiled. "Are you so certain, then, that they are not the same battle?" Damn it, thought Craig, I know better than to argue with a priest. He did not answer for a minute. Brulieres said gently, "Please forgive me if I am too direct. You do not believe that Evil is a real force?" Craig could not meet the penetrating eyes. The old doubt edged into his mind: what if he's right and I am wrong? What if there is a personal God? He pushed the thought away, telling himself as he always did that it was just the exposure he'd suffered before he was old enough to think for himself. He said, "I'm a scientist, Padre." "But not, unless I misjudge you, an atheist?" "I call myself an agnostic, if you must classify me. I recognize the