'So often the only way to get a man to look up is to get him down. A man utterly on his back has to look up. I remember one evening...' And away, on another adventure with David Graysin, this time to the Wicked City. 'In war,' Grayson says, 'you do not do what you wish but what you must.' It was the era of the Great War, and Grayson was to fight it, 'not with a sword nor with a plough, but with a pen. That drudgery!' The Great War is on, and Grayson is called to serve, not with sword but with pen. The was effort means leaving his beloved Hempfield to return to The Wicked City. Yet as much as he disliked the move, 'In the City I came to understand many strange, new things about life and people, and the way to live.'