IVBACK IN OUR CAVE-CELL, Shorty and I stared blankly after the figure of the Lei woman, Tahn, as she motioned to the Radak guards who slid our door-panel closed. Again we were alone.
“Well,” Shorty murmured. “What do you make of that? The wife of some Lei named Taro, she said.”
And that she would come back and try to get us out of here. That her husband had some plan—
Eagerly, Shorty and I waited. Would it be an hour, or a day? Both of us were thinking of Blaine, locked somewhere around here, perhaps in a cell like ours. Or had the Radaks killed him by now? And Vivian and Mack, wandering out there in the Realm of the Things you couldn’t kill.
“Guess they’re done for,” Shorty said, when I mentioned them.
“Unless we can get out there to them—”
Shorty’s smile was ironic. “That would fix
