"They're rebelling!" I cried. "Overthrowing the Council! Somehow," and my heart sang wildly, "they know the truth!" But Doriza put her hand on mine, and it trembled. "No, Barak. Watch." One of the riddled forms floundered and tried to rise. Elonie, no longer lovely, but an agonized and gory victim. Someone stepped forward and cooly shot her through the head. It was Gederr. He faced forward. They brought broadcasting equipment to him, and he suddenly grew huge on the screen. "Attention," he bawled, "all true people of Dondromogon! We do not hesitate to kill traitors, even the highest of rank! Those false folk who made up the Council--they have died!" He paused, glared, and swallowed. "I, Gederr, have discovered their plot! They foisted off upon us a man of the Newcomers as Yandro--caused us to accept him as a hero, when he was only the tool of their plan to betray and sell us!" A cheer came from somewhere, and he went on. "They are dead! I remain to lead and protect you! And my command is, find the false spy we accepted as Yandro! Search for him, find him and kill him!" * * * * * Doriza and I looked at each other. "Where now?" she asked. "Toward the battle zones," I replied. She closed a circuit and steered us away. The main corridor was almost deserted--apparently non-combatants had been cleared out in anticipation of the battle. Again the speaker began to yammer, Gederr speaking again: "All defenses on alert! Watch for this man, falsely called Yandro--very tall, strongly made, dark, young, scar on chin. He wears a red cloak. With him is a woman of medium height, young, light brown hair, blue eyes, more robust than common--" "Not flattering, are they?" Doriza said, and smiled. Up ahead, two guards gestured and bawled. One pressed a wall-button, and a folding barrier crept across our way. "Vehicles out of running," said a guard as we slowed up. "We're on the trail of those spies!" I yelled from the dark interior. "Get that barrier out of our way!" They hesitated, and Doriza threw in the speed-ahead lever. We smashed through and away. Cries rang in our wake, and slugs struck the rear of the vehicle. Two burned clear through the metal. I opened a panel to kick them out, and they scorched my foot, clear through the stout shoe sole. "We must abandon this car, it's marked." Doriza was cutting speed. "Let's jump, here in the shadows." I jumped through the open panel, and managed to stay on my feet, catching and helping Doriza as she jumped after me. The car hummed onward, and smashed loudly into the wall beyond. Guards ran into view from a doorway, chattering loudly. Every back was toward us. We stole forward, and into the guardroom they had abandoned. I saw dials and mechanism of both televiso and speaker system. A couple of twists and pulls, and I had them out of commission. "Slovenly discipline," I growled. "They should have left at least one man in charge."