"For citizens, it is," said Tedor harshly. "Whose son are you?" To say whose son you were was the equivalent of telling a man your name, since surnames were as yet unknown in Athens. Tedor suspected his follower, like Laniq and himself, did not belong in Athens. He admired the man's poise. A vague suggestion of uneasiness crept over his eyes like a film, then he smiled and said, "I am Posicles, son of Posicles." The slight pause was enough, however. "Get this straight," Tedor told him. "You'll deny any understanding of what I'm saying, but listen to me; I'm leaving Athens, I'm leaving Greece, I'm leaving this century. I don't want you following me. Is that clear?" "Clearly, the Mysteries have befuddled your mind, my friend." "If I see you again anyplace else I'm going to kill you. You live now only because I'm not altogether certain. Is _that_ clear?" "It is clear you are possessed." Yes, the man had poise. Abruptly, Tedor struck him back-handed across the face and listened to him curse. It was an old trick, but like most old tricks, it worked. The man cursed fluently in Tedor's own language. "Well, well, well," Tedor said. The man bolted and ran. Tedor retraced his steps toward the gate, hoping he'd return to the grove of plane trees ahead of Laniq Hadrien. * * * * * By the light of a crescent moon, Laniq found her conveyor, entered it, switched on a night light she knew would be swallowed by the darkness outside. Stripping the mantle from her body, she walked to a cabinet and found her own clothing--shorts and blouse and sandals. Dropping her Grecian tunic to the floor she stood naked for a moment then climbed into her shorts. Someone cleared his throat. Laniq jumped as if she had been struck, plunged the room into darkness and remained absolutely silent. The room--the main cabin of the conveyor--measured twelve by twelve feet. There were cabinets, files, boxes, furniture. Ample place to hide. And someone--a man--was hiding there. A Grecian would have been frightened by the conveyor in all probability. Then had she been followed? "Put on a light," a voice said. Laniq gritted her teeth. She had no weapon, but even if she did, a wild shot might damage the conveyor's controls. "I'm not dressed," she told the darkness meaninglessly. "Put the light on and get into the center of the room where I can see you. I'm carrying an atomic pistol and I won't hesitate to use it. I have another conveyor, you don't. If yours is damaged I won't care. I'm going to count to three." Laniq found her blouse and began fumbling with the zipper. "One." Laniq got the blouse over her shoulder. "Two."