Unger leaned forward. "Look...."
From his back the hilt of a knife protruded. "One of the knives found a target."
"The hopeless fools! Come. We will help you."
"No human and no Venusian may help me now. The Dreamers are with me. My life is going. Believe me, my friend, I know." The Venusian straightened up and coughed blood.
"The fools were throwing at me and they hit you accidentally."
"It was no accident," Unger said. "And the knife was aimed at me."
"At you? Why? But the Dreamers are sacred."
"Not if they break the rules. And I broke one of them. Some Venusian saw me leave the spot of light, the trick that you saw."
"But it was only a trick."