Eldon obeyed the warrior, although Margaret thought she had conditioned him to take orders from no one but herself. The time for a showdown was not yet ripe.
"Turn on the lights," Wor directed crisply.
Eldon hesitated.
"Turn them on!" Wor bellowed.
Eldon looked blank. It had been a trap, for the lights were mentally controlled. Wor tried another trick.
"Catch!" He pulled a blast rod from its holster and tossed it. Eldon caught it, but clumsily.
"Fire it out the window."
The weapon differed from the blast rods of the Forest People. This one had a button, evidently a trigger, while Krasna's had been entirely controlled by thought.
Eldon was sorely tempted. It would be so easy to whirl and burn Wor down. But he resisted the impulse, knowing he would have only one chance and must make it really count. And perhaps the weapon was not charged. Wor was not altogether a fool. He pretended stupid unfamiliarity with the device.
Wor appeared satisfied that Margaret had not been arranging some scheme of her own.