"Technician. Research co-ordinator for His Exalted Highness, Sezare."
"Sezare died of starvation."
"I know—it was deplorable. I fear that I was his unwitting murderer."
"You admit it?"
"I must. It is true. Had I but known—"
"Explain. Your life depends upon it."
"Sezare the Exalted directed me to devise for him a means of gaining greater sensual stimuli. Apparently the law of diminishing returns—you permit my personal opinions and observations?"
"Proceed. As you will."
Lindoo nodded and whispered: "His observations are a measure of his attitude. It is his attitude that will save or kill him, not his words."
The technician continued. "Sezare had indulged himself in every sensual manner. He was constantly on the search for something new, something more searing, something more thrilling. He directed me to devise some means of satisfying his demand for greater pleasure. That was most difficult, Lord of All, for Sezare had the entire resources of a galactic sector to provide his voluptuous demands.