"They are beautiful and smart men. The prime specimens of their kind, perfect for opening this month's celebration." Lehnar was panicky and afraid for Lloyd and his companion. She knew that at the celebration they would be tortured and most probably killed. "Trephor?" Lehnar pleaded with her father. "Do not hurt these two men." "I cannot permit them to live, Lehnar. They are dangerous and they are men. They lie like demons and would sooner cut out your heart than to give you a nice greeting." "But one pleases me, father." said Lehnar. "Which, my dearest -- the young king or his faithful teacher?" "Young king?" Lehnar was astonished by what she heard. "Yes, Lehnar. That young man is a king. He is called Boyce Loebh. He carries himself like a powerful leader, and that older one -- he is a brilliant man, but not a scholar. The Bartletts are leaders in Besten -- not students of knowledge." he told her. "Bartlett pleases me, my dear parent. Will you spare him for me?" "I will give him to you my sweet daughter. My designs are for the young king -- that one possessed this remarkable weapon!" Trephor took from his lynx wrap a small device. It was Boyce's laser gun. He turned to Lehnar and showed it to her. "Scholars do not carry such things on lengthy journeys. They just use their minds to defend themselves." He lifted the gun towards the door, at the other end of the royal hall and fired a burst of the electrophore. The stone doors blew off their hinges and crumbled into dust. "Yes, indeed. I do so want that young Loebh!" "And, Bartlett?" pleaded Lehnar. "He is yours. Do with him, as you will!" The men had bedded early, after taken into the state-room by the guards. Aside the fact that the men had fallen asleep early, they didn't wake up until noon. Now, during their first day of stay in Sedara, Boyce and Lloyd weren't aware that they were being held captive. They slept much of the morning away and relaxed most of the afternoon and evening. they didn't care to leave their chamber and when they requested something to be given to them, their request were carried out without a word. The following day found the men waking early and by noon they were beginning to feel restless. They tried to leave their state-room but the guards just asked them if they could bring something to them. But what the men wanted was to just go outside and walk the city. It didn't take long for them to realise what was happening to them. "It seems like Mas Trephor intends to keep us here.!" Lloyd had said to one of the guards, but received no reply. It was to their fortunate circumstance that Dam Lehnar had come along and caught what Lloyd had said. "My dear Mr. bartlett, you are not being confined." she said to him, in a soft tone of voice suggesting sincerity. "Here, walk with me and I will show you our gracious city."