"They will not, Christopher, and you need not. Guided by those whom you knew as Mentor, I myself, as a Guardian, am to see to that. But time presses—I must rejoin my fellows."
"One more question first. You've been trying to sell me a bill of goods that I would like to buy. But, Eukonidor, the kids will know that I showed a streak of yellow a meter wide. What will they think?"
"Is that all?" Eukonidor's thought was almost a laugh. "They will make that eminently plain in a moment."
The Arisian's presence vanished, as did his sphere of force, and four clamoring thoughts came jamming in.
"Oh, Kit, we're so glad!" "We tried to help, but they wouldn't let us!" "They smacked us down!" "Honestly, Kit!" "Oh, if we had only been in there, too!"
"Hold it, everybody! Jet back!" This was Con, Kit knew, but an entirely new Con. "Scan him, Cam, as you never scanned anything before. If they burned out even one cell of his mind, I'm going over there right now and kick every one of Mentor's teeth out!"