"I've tried to question the crews of ships that land here. The answers
are so evasive that I can't help thinking--"
"Yes, dear?" she prompted.
"--that civilized people actually _kill_ each other in wars."
She turned a shocked face toward him. "How can you think such a thing?
What would be the advantage?"
"Advantage?" he repeated. Then his expression cleared and he fell back
on his pillow, completely relaxed. "I hadn't thought of that, dear.
None, of course. It would really be _too_ much, wouldn't it?"
"No question of it, dear," she said. "Now that that's settled, can you
go to sleep?"
There was no answer. He was already snoring peacefully.