"The Rushes—they wanted to trade us this house for our trailer. They brought us. Now look, we—"
"What is your talent—your occupation?"
"Tax accountant. Say! Why all these—"
"That was to be expected," said the man. "Clever! Oh, excessively clever!" His hand moved again to the belt. "Now be very quiet. This may confuse you momentarily."
Colored lights filled both the Grahams' minds. They staggered.
"You are qualified," said the man. "You will serve."
"Where are we?" demanded Martha Graham.
"The coordinates would not be intelligible to you," he said. "I am of the Rojac. It is sufficient for you to know that you are under Rojac sovereignty."
Ted Graham said, "But—"