"Yes. And there will be little more mental resistance either."
"Why?" Margaret asked as she was expected to.
"Because one of the prisoners was an old man whom I am certain was acting as their thought-coordinator." Wor laughed. "I, personally, slit his scrawny throat from ear to ear. Without a thought-coordinator their barrier can not last."
"Does Sin know?" Margaret asked anxiously.
"She has no idea." Wor was very proud of himself. "The Night should catch her off guard, and when that precious creature of yours kills her Victor she will be unreceptive for the moment. Then I—we—shall receive the Power."
"What weapon?" Margaret inquired.
"A blast rod, of course. That way the backfire will take care of your creature too, automatically."
"You think of everything," Margaret said admiringly.
"Has Sin agreed that we bring him?"
"Not willingly," Wor admitted. "It was extremely difficult to persuade her."