CHAPTER 23High on the wall the window was a patch of umber glow, one bearing the silhouette of a man; Jac Zuber whose nerves were near breaking.
“Kurt!” His voice, barely restrained, held the elements of a shout. “Something’s out here. God!”
Varl loped towards him, gripping the rope that hung down from the bars, swarming up it to catch at a metal upright, his free hand darting towards Zuber’s wrist, halting the movement of his hand.
“Hold it!”
“It’s out there! A thing like the one which—”
“One of the Vazela.” Varl was curt. “I know. It’s a friend.”
“A what?” Zuber stared his disbelief. “After what one of its kind did to Teleman?”
“We need it.” Varl released Zuber’s wrist adding: “Teleman could have been killed by a dog or a tiger and neither would have been as gentle. Forten’s a fri
