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the kettle on and made a pot of tea.  

    Aesia watched the creature work, making no move from her chair. The food had tasted strange to her, but was not unpleasant except for the flesh of the long yellow fruit; it had a texture she did not like.
    It poured two cups of hot brown liquid and placed one in front of her then sat on the chair opposite her and took a mouthful.  
    Aesia tested the liquid, it was too hot for her, so she pushed the steaming cup aside. She wondered how this primitive alien animal appeared to have some basic mental ability. All the alien species her people enslaved had none.  
    She decided to try to take advantage of the creature’s child like telepathic control and probe deeper into its mind. She pushed a little as it seemed to relax while drinking the hot liquid. It was as if an iron barrier had just dropped shut. She almost fell backward off the chair. She knew immediately that if this animal   had been trained it would be formidable. It did not fit well into her unshakable belief in her species superiority.  
    She must find out more about these creatures and their planet. But, first she had to ensure the creature learnt its place and to gain control over it.

    Tristan had felt her push against his mind just as he was starting to relax. He raised the wall again to shut her out and continued to relax. He did, however, sense the feeling of fear and doubt emanating from her. He wondered what he had done to cause that.
    He finished his tea without any further incident sighed and stood slowly.  
    “Right, do you want to inspect your ship?” He gestured towards the front door. Had she understood him? He walked through to the hall and proceeded to put his boots on. He watched her as she regarded him with a slight frown. After a moment her face cleared she stood, turned, and walked back upstairs. She returned after a short while, wearing her boots.
    He opened the back door and waited for her to walk through. He then led her over to where her crashed ship lay under the tarpaulin. As they neared the ship he decided that since he had commanded the system computer to shutdown, he should get it to boot back up. So, he sent the ship a command. He found that it was easier than before. His mind must be getting used to this communication, and practice was making things easier.  
    Aesia almost stumbled when she sensed the command to her ship’s computer. No one should be able to interface with it from this distance! She wondered if she had made a serious mistake in her brief assessment of this backward planet. Her mind raced. They may be a good resource for slaves, but if they all had this ability, perhaps they should be destroyed before they became more powerful. She put the thought to the back of her mind and continued walking to her ship.
    Tristan pulled back the cover for her and stood back as she made an inspection. She climbed into the cockpit and scanned the instruments then climbed out, went to the rear, and opened an inspection cover. A mounting unease and gloom permeated her emotions. He decided to leave her with her ship. If she ran off now he would do nothing to stop her. She was not a prisoner. Anyway, he hated the constant undercurrent of arrogance in her thoughts, especially since he had tried to help her.  
    He turned and walked back to his cottage. He wanted to tidy up and see what old clothes Sarah had left when she had stormed out. If the alien needed time to repair her craft, if indeed she could, then she would have to fit in, especially if someone called or passed by.
    He rummaged around in the airing cupboard and found some jeans, blouses, and woollens Sarah obviously had no further use for, and he laid them out on the bed. He went back downstairs and tidied up. Normally, he would go for a walk at this time. Today, he just sat down on his sofa and waited. He sensed her return before she entered the door. She would never be able to sneak up on him while he was awake.
    She glanced at him