The Gerns walked with a peculiar gait that puzzled him until he saw what it was. They were trying to come with the arrogant military stride affected by the Gerns and in the 1.5 gravity they were succeeding in achieving only a heavy clumping. They advanced steadily and as they drew closer he saw that in the right hand of each Gern soldier was a blaster while in the left hand of each could be seen the metallic glitter of chains. Schroeder smiled thinly. "It looks like they want to subject about a dozen of us to some painful questioning." No one else was any longer in sight and the Gerns came straight toward the three on the steps. They stopped forty feet away at a word of command from the officer and Gerns and Ragnarok men exchanged silent stares; the faces of the Ragnarok men bearded and expressionless, the faces of the Gerns hairless and reflecting a contemptuous curiosity. "Narth!" The communicator on the Gern officer's belt spoke with metallic authority. "What do they look like? Did we come two hundred light-years to view some animated vegetables?" "No, Commander," Narth answered. "I think the discard of the Rejects two hundred years ago has produced for us an unexpected reward. There are three natives under the canopy before me and their physical perfection and complete adaptation to this hellish gravity is astonishing." "They could be used to replace expensive machines on some of the outer world mines," the commander said, "providing their intelligence isn't too abysmally low. What about that?" "They can surely be taught to perform simple manual labor," Narth answered. "Get on with your job," the commander said. "Try to pick some of the most intelligent looking ones for questioning--I can't believe these cattle sent that message and they're going to tell us who did. And pick some young, strong ones for the medical staff to examine--ones that won't curl up and die after the first few cuts of the knife." "We'll chain these three first," Narth said. He lifted his hand in an imperious gesture to Humbolt and the other two and ordered in accented Terran: "Come here!" No one moved and he said again, sharply, _"Come here!"_ Again no one moved and the minor officer beside Narth said, "Apparently they can't even understand Terran now." "Then we'll give them some action they can understand," Narth snapped, his face flushing with irritation. "We'll drag them out by their heels!" The Gerns advanced purposefully, three of them holstering their blasters to make their chains ready. When they had passed under the canopy and could not be seen from the ship Humbolt spoke: "All right, Jimmy." The Gerns froze in midstride, suspicion flashing across their faces. "Look up on the roof," he said in Gern. They looked, and the suspicion became gaping dismay. "You can be our prisoners or you can be corpses," he said. "We don't care which." The urgent hiss of Narth's command broke their indecision: _"Kill them!"_