It was decided that we should make our way on foot to the summit and see what was transpiring. Fen was afraid that the thoughtless leaders of the mob might make threats which would warn the Gians and divulge that an intelligent, armed revolution was being organized. He wanted to stop that if he could, and pacify the mob; quell this disturbance. They took me down into the house. Its oval stone rooms were furnished in strange but obviously luxurious fashion; each had a tiny hooded light. The ceilings were so low that I had to stoop a trifle. They gave me a black suit, like those of Arturo and Tad. Abroad in the city I would thus attract less attention. For my feet there were flexible hide sandals, with thongs to bind them on. We gathered in a room with an outer doorway. It had all been done swiftly; not more than ten minutes had passed since we landed on the roof. We were ready to start. There was a sound of swift padding feet in the near-by corridor, and a man burst into the room. He seemed a family servant. He came running in, babbling with fear; and clung to Fen. I could understand nothing that was said as they gathered for a moment around him. He seemed wholly terrorized. He was a Gian--there was no mistaking the gray look to his skin; his black hair was shaved close on a bullet head--but he was small, certainly not over five feet in height. Dressed like the rest of us in the brief black garment, his figure had a flabby, pudgy look. A fellow, I thought, outcast by his race and come now to be a servant in Fen’s household. A broad, brown girdle bound his waist; it suggested an apron. Under his arm he had a conical hat, with a bushy animal tail like a plume on it. He clapped it on his head; it was grotesquely ornamental to the rest of him. His whining voice seemed pleading with Fen. Tad came over to where I was standing apart. “Their servant, Bhool. He’s afraid to be left here--he says the Middge will break in and murder him.” I could not blame him for that. But he seemed a sniveling, craven fellow. Tad was contemptuous. “He’s always been like that--afraid of everything. And a listener in doorways--curious to know everything everybody’s doing and then go into a panic over it. By the code, I’d have had him thrown out of here long ago!” We took Bhool with us. Nereid, able to see a little now, fumbled for a dark cloak of her own. She flung it over Bhool, so that in the street he might pass unnoticed as a Gian. He was still sniveling. But he eyed me curiously, amazed evidently at my size. In my own world I could never have been termed excessively tall, though in the six-foot class--to be exact, I stood just at six feet two inches. At this time I weighed about a hundred and ninety. With my breadth of shoulder, I was still lean at this weight. The sniveling fellow Bhool gazed up at me awed, and edged away, fearful of me.