"Names?" he growled. He was a foot taller than Graybar and big everywhere in proportion.
"Kershaw. I'm back, Furston."
"I'm Graybar."
"Kershaw again? Just start in where you left off, sucker. Come on, you." He pointed to Asa and leaped to the open portion of the courtyard.
"Do what he says," Kershaw whispered to Graybar. "He's sort of a trusty and warden and parole officer rolled into one."
Asa was put through a series of exercises to get him used to his distorted body, to teach him how to leap and how to dig. He was shown how to operate the radio he would carry and how to fire the pencil-slim rockets of this gun. Finally he was told to eat a few berries from a native vine. He did so and immediately vomited.
Furston laughed.
"That's to remind you you're still a man," Furston said, grinning. "Everything that grows on this planet is poison. So if you got any ideas of hiding out till your term is up, forget 'em. Right here is where you eat."
Asa turned without a word and hopped feebly away from Furston. He lifted his head to breathe deeply and saw two humans watching him from an observation tower on the roof.
He leaped twenty feet into the air for a closer look.