Sitting in a soft chair in the hidden room revealed there, Unger looked calmly at him.
"You saw me go?" Unger said. "You are very, very seeing. No Venusian and up until now no human has ever seen an adept move. We have a rule about it...."
"A part of my eyes saw you move and recorded the impression," Johnson stepped into the room. In his hand, the knife blade glittered. "Life ticks away very rapidly here tonight." He gestured outward where the screams of the Venusians mingled with the throb of the guns. "Call off your wolves or life will stop ticking for you."
Unger seemed utterly unperturbed by the sight of the knife or the man behind it. "They are not my wolves," he said. "I do not know that I can call them off but perhaps I can hold them at bay for a while." He rose with the easy grace of an athlete and moved to the opening.
Out there three humans were backing against the wall. Johnson did not look at them. This time he would not take his eyes off Unger.
"Peace!" The Dreamer's voice was practically a roar.
The Venusians pressing close against the three humans hesitated. In the distance a voice screamed, "I saw you—"
"Inside here, you humans," Unger spoke quickly.
Vee Vee, Martin, and Caldwell slid through the opening. Unger slammed the door, dropped a bar across it. Looking at him, Johnson saw that the Venusian was sweating.
The humans were panting. Vee Vee looked at Johnson. Her eyes glowed. "Johnny! You did it!" Johnson looked away.