"Yandro, you have privileged me in my speech to you. May I dare point out that this is dangerous--that Rohbar, long a guard officer, is skilled in every weapon--" "Elonie, you now make it impossible for me to withdraw, without being thought cowardly," I said. I put my hand to the saber I wore. "Is there a quiet place apart? Let the two of us fight." Rohbar was quiet again, in the hands of his captors. He now spoke, almost as gently as Elonie: "I have no friends here. The fight might not be fair." "Nonsense," I snapped, and looked past the little group. There was a face I knew--the man with the deep voice. "You," I hailed him, "come here." He came respectfully, and stood at attention. "Who are you?" I asked. "Klob is my name, great Yandro. Under-officer of the guard." "Klob, do you know Rohbar?" "I do, sir." "If I, Yandro, ordered you to act as second for a man in a duel, would you perform the office faithfully?" He braced more stiffly to attention. "Though I died for it, sir." "You shall not die, but be commended if you do well. Represent Rohbar in the formal duel he is about to fight." "As Yandro commands. And his adversary--the man he will fight?" "Me." * * * * * Klob was embarrassed, and so were the others. I spoke sharply. "Am I the one you take for your war leader? Then obey. This man has threatened me. I have been placed in a position where I must fight or be thought cowardly. Come into this passageway." They followed me. Nobody was in the corridor. I spoke again, and they released Rohbar. "What weapon?" I asked him. "Ray-sabers," he growled, and drew his. A touch of his thumb on the hilt-stud, and it glowed brilliantly. "I shall be second to Yandro, if it pleases him." That was Doriza, my appointed aide. But I waved her back. "Since we fight, partially at least, for you, it is not well that you take, sides," I reminded. "I need no seconds. If play does not continue fair, I can change it." I drew my own ray-saber. My thumb, seemingly wiser than my blank brain, touched the stud and the blade pulsed out its heat-rays. Those of the Council who had come along moved back out of the way. Rohbar and I touched blades, and the fight was on. From the first, it was no contest. [Illustration: _And then I, Yandro, was upon the officer._]