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sheet of metallene upon Biron.  If anyone does stop you, say that you have been summoned by the
Director, and proceed. There will be no trouble if you show no uncertainty--
 Hold on! said Biron. He was not going to do it again. Jonti had chevied him to Rhodia and,
consequently, succeeded in bringing him before the Tyranni. The Tyrannian Commissioner had then
chevied him to Palace Central before he could feel his own secret way there and, consequently,
subjected him, nakedly unprepared, to the whims of an unsteady puppet. But that was all! His moves,
henceforward, might be severely limited, but, by Space and Time, they would be his own. He felt very
stubborn about it.
He said,  I m here on what is important business to me, sir. I m not leaving.
 What! Don t be a young idiot. For a moment the old Gillbret was showing through.  Do you
think you will accomplish anything here? Do you think you will get out of the Palace alive if you let the
morning sun rise? Why, Hinrik will call in the Tyranni and you will be imprisoned within twenty-four
hours. He is only waiting this while because it takes him so long to make up his mind to do anything. He is
my cousin. I know him, I tell you.
Biron said,  And if so, what is that to you? Why should you be so concerned about me? He
wasnot going to be chevied. He would never again be another man s fleeing marionette.
But Gillbret was standing, staring at him.  I want you to take me with you. I m concerned about
myself. I cannot endure life under the Tyranni any longer. It is only that neither Artemisia nor I can handle
a ship or we would have left long ago. It s our lives too.
Biron felt a certain weakening of his resolve.  The Director s daughter? What has she to do with
this?
 I believe that she is the most desperate of us. There is a special death for women. What should
be ahead of a Director s daughter who is young, personable, and unmarried, but to become young,
personable, and married? And who, in these days, should be the delightful groom? Why, an old,
lecherous Tyrannian court functionary who has buried three wives and wishes to revive the fires of his
youth in the arms of a girl.
 Surely the Director would never allow such a thing!
 The Director will allow anything. Nobody waits upon his permission.
Biron thought of Artemisia as he had last seen her. Her hair had been combed back from her
forehead and allowed to fall in simple straightness, with a single inward wave at shoulder level. Clear, fair
skin, black eyes, red lips! Tall, young, smiling! Probably the description of a hundred million girls
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throughout the Galaxy. It would be ridiculous to let that sway him.
Yet he said,  Is there a ship ready?
Gillbret s face wrinkled under the impact of a sudden smile. But, before he could say a word,
there came a pounding at the door. It was no gentle interruption of the photo.. beam, no tender of the
weapon of authority.
It was repeated, and Gillbret said,  You d better open the door.
Biron did so, and two uniforms were in the room. The foremost saluted Gillbret with abrupt
efficiency, then turned to Biron.  Biron Farrill, in the name of the Resident Commissioner of Tyrann and
of the Director of Rhodia, I place you under arrest.
 On what charge? demanded Biron.
 On that of high treason.
A look of infinite loss twisted Gillbret s face momentarily. He looked away.  Hinrik was quick
this once; quicker than I had ever expected. An amusing thought!
He was the old Gillbret, smiling and indifferent, eyebrows a little raised, as though inspecting a
distasteful fact with a faint tinge of regret.
 Please follow me, said the guard, and Biron was aware of the neuronic whip resting easily in
the other s hand.
EIGHT:
A Lady s Skirts
Biron s throat was growing dry. He could have beaten either of the guards in fair fight. He knew that,
and he itched for the chance. He might even have made a satisfactory showing against both together. But
they had the whips, and he couldn t have lifted an arm without having them demonstrate the fact. Inside
his mind he surrendered. There was no other way.
But Gillbret said,  Let him take his cloak, men.
Biron, startled, looked quickly toward the little man and retracted that same surrender. He knew
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