Vorgan scowled at Lindoo. “Dead, you say?”
“Starvation.”
“Come now,” said Vorgan derisively. “Sezare would hardly die of starvation. Assassination, yes. Overindulgence, without a doubt. Even sheer boredom I will admit. But starvation? Never.”
“Deny your own medical corps, then.”
“I admit it,” snapped Vorgan. “But I am perplexed.”
“There were no drugs.”
“That I know. But look, Lindoo, Sezare was a fool, a stinking voluptuary if ever a Loard-vogh was. As sector overseer his palace rivaled mine. He carried on with a high hand. I recall my last visit. Frankly, I was slightly abashed. If Sezare had not been profitable, I’d have dropped him. He produced, therefore the lush palace and life he led were none of my business. I am not chicken-hearted, Lindoo, but to select the favorites of the
