Cudyk had not spoken to anyone that morning, but he knew approximately what was happening. Seu would have been busy most of the night, covering up the traces of last evening's riot. Now, probably, he was explaining it away to Zydh Oran, the Niori Outgroup Commissioner. Harkway was making preparations for his meeting--another thing for Seu to worry about when he got through cleaning up the last mess. Barring miracles, today was going to be very bad. Seu came in, moving quickly. He walked directly to the rear of the shop. His normally bland face looked worried, and there were beads of sweat on his wide forehead, although the morning was cool. "Sit down," said Cudyk. "You've seen Zydh Oran?" Seu made a dismissing gesture. "Nothing. Not pleasant, but nothing. The same as usual--he tells me what happened, I deny it. He knows, but under their laws he can't do anything." "Someday it will be bad," said Cudyk. "Yes. Someday. Laszlo--you've got to do something about Harkway. Otherwise he's going to be killed tonight, and there will be a stink from here to Sirius. I had to tell him he could use Town Hall--he was all ready to hold a torch-light meeting in the streets." "I tried," said Cudyk. "Try again. Please. Your ethnic background is closer to his than mine. He respects you, I think. Perhaps he's even read some of your books. If anyone can persuade him, you can." "What did he say when you talked to him?" "An ox. A brain made of soap and granite. He says it is a matter of principle. I knew then that I could do nothing. When an Anglo-Saxon talks about his principles, you may as well go home. He won't accept a weapon, he won't postpone the meeting. I think he wants to be a martyr." Cudyk frowned. "Maybe he does. Have you seen Rack?" "No. Ferguson pretends not to know where he is." "That's rather odd. What is his motive, do you think?" Seu said, "Basically, he is afraid of Rack. He cooperates with him--they use each other--but you know that it's not a marriage of minds. He knows that Rack is stronger than he is, because he is only an amoral egotist, and Rack is a fanatic. I think he believes this business may be Rack's downfall, and he would like that." He stood up. "I have to go. Will you do it?" "Yes." "Good. Let me know." Seu walked out, as hastily as he had entered. Nick Pappageorge had roused himself and was polishing a tall, fluted silver vase. Cudyk said, "Nick, go and find out where Mr. Harkway is. If he isn't busy, ask him if he'll do me the favor of dropping around to see me. Otherwise, just come back and tell me where he is; I'll go to him." Nick said, "Sure, Mr. Cudyk," and went out.