"Your first move will be your last, blue man! You'll die if even a finger twitches!"
Haral stood very still.
From somewhere below came the creak of a door opening, then the muffled slam of its closing.
Kyla laughed. Her eyes sparkled. "Did you speak of Namboina, warrior? Of how Sark would catch him? Yet here he comes now!"
Haral spoke carefully: "Wrong, priestess! Those steps are too quick for old Namboina's!"
Watching her eyes, he could see the doubt flicker, then flare into panic. Her lips parted as she strained to hear. She fell back a step. The ray-gun in her hand was suddenly shaking.
"If there's trouble," Haral observed, "that gun might prove surer in my hand than yours."
"No! Stand back!" the girl cried. "I'll shoot for your face! Your armor won't save you!"
The blue man halted.