"We have killed a Luvan!" One of the men shouted exultantly as the second capsule shattered under his foot and the second carcass disappeared. "We know their secret now."
Bolan had recovered from his stupefaction. "The Chamber!" he ordered. "Be quick!"
"But it is forbidden," a man objected. "She is an exile. The Council—"
"Damn the Council!" Bolan picked up his sword and brandished it. "To the Chamber!" he repeated. The man looked to where the two Luvans had been and nodded.
"Take—him." Krasna spoke with great effort. "He—must—be—El-ve-don."
"Both!" Bolan decided instantly. He whistled and three more Forest People emerged from the trees. One was a tall, rawboned woman who took charge of administering first aid while the men prepared makeshift litters.
Eldon knew he was dying, but he tried to speak.
"Be still!" the woman ordered without rancor, continuing her ministrations.
One of the men picked up a small furry bundle and deposited it tenderly beside Krasna. The lemur-thing whined softly and snuggled against her.
Eldon felt no pain as he was rolled onto a stretcher. He was too far gone for that. As everything grew dark Krasna was looking at him, and now for the first time there was no pity in her glance. Instead there was dawning admiration. Her thought reached him, bypassing his ears and entering his brain as a telepathic whisper.