"Confronted with the facts, Luverduk, which you yourself have just witnessed, what would you say?"
"That pistol is better than the—the G-ray! You—"
"I have. Xenthl's skin, I expect, should crawl. Agreed?"
Luverduk nodded slowly.
"Good. Because we are now going to see him. A ship is parked in the hangar."
"Not about that truce business—" Luverduk's voice rose in horror.
"Precisely."
"Hoskins?" Luverduk's voice was a challenge to all soprano mice.
"Umm," Kram said. Luverduk followed him.