“Hand them over,” the officer demanded. “These, too, belong to the Great and Mighty Cliff.”
He took the mnemocrystals from Hayra and after several unsuccessful attempts fastened them to his forehead. Anton said immediately, “Let these people go immediately; they have earned freedom.”
The officer looked at him with amazement. “You cannot speak that way,” he said. “I forgive you because you are an abject slave and do not know words. Come here. And bring the letter and the diagram.”
He turned to the spearsmen, who were listening to him respectfully, and yelled out, “Why are you just standing there, you corpse lovers. There’s no need for you to sniff their pants! The pants of all who speak with me stink alike! Get to work. Drive that carrion to the hollow. Hup! Hup!”
The spearsmen let out
