"I say, she was promised to me--to me! And to me she goes, for my part in bringing him to you!" "Silence, Rohbar," commanded Gederr in a voice as sharp as a dagger, but the officer pushed him roughly aside and strode into the niche. It was the man who had interviewed me after my first capture. His pale eyes gave off sparks in the subdued light, and one hand sought the hilt of his pistol. "Yandro, they call you!" he flung out. "Yandro, sent from out of space and time to Dondromogon! Well, be that true or no, Doriza is not for you--and deny me if you dare! I'll send you back out of space and time, with whatever weapon you choose!" IV Rohbar glared, but I could have smiled. Smiled in welcome. He was extricating me from a most embarrassing position. I faced him and spoke steadily. "My friend, you were rude to me at our first meeting. Now you threaten. I begin to think you don't like me, and that we'll only be happy shedding each other's blood." "Amen to that!" he snarled. And to Doriza: "Get out, get away from him." I moved a step closer, and rapped him on the chest with my knuckles. "She came to speak courteously to me, and she shall go only if she so desires." As I spoke, I reflected that she might be worth fighting for, after all. I turned to her. "Doriza, is this true? Do you belong to Rohbar." She shook her bright head, and for once her eyes did not meet mine. I felt a sudden joy and relief, such as Elonie's frank throwing of herself at my head could not bring. But Rohbar had drawn his pistol-weapon. Another moment, and he would have brought it in line with my chest. But I caught his weapon wrist in my left hand, and with the heel of my right I whacked him solidly on his bearded chin. His head bobbed, and a moment later I had twisted the pistol away from him, throwing it back into the niche. A moment later, Gederr and several others had hurried in, seizing him. He struggled and cursed. "Put him under arrest!" Gederr bade, and Rohbar ceased struggling. He drew himself up. "So that's it!" he roared. "Do you think you dare treat me thus, Gederr? I do not care if you're of the Council--I know a secret very close and very valuable--" "Stop his mouth!" Elonie was imploring, and he cursed her, too. "It seems," I put in, "that Rohbar makes a practice of rudeness to women." I got smiles from Elonie and Doriza both, and Rohbar fairly blackened in the face as he strove to pull free and get at me. "You!" he choked. "Yandro you call yourself--you're a fraud, a figurehead, foisted by these scheming, sneaking Council folk--a living lie!" "Let him go," I bade those who held him. "Nobody says 'lie' to me and goes unpunished." There was silence, as far as my voice had reached. Only in the background did music and pleasant conversation continue. It was Elonie who spoke first: