“Yes; that is, we not only want to get to know them, but we want to work ... to toil for them.”
“Very well. I promise you that you shall get to know them. I will give you the opportunity of doing as you wish. And you, Nejdanov, are you ready to go for her ... and for them?”
“Of course I am,” he said hastily. “Juggernaut,” another word of Paklin’s, flashed across his mind. “Here it comes thundering along, the huge chariot.... I can hear the crash and rumble of its wheels.”
“Very well,” Solomin repeated pensively. “But when do you want to go away?”
“Tomorrow, if possible,” Mariana observed.
“Very good. But where?”
“Sh, sh—” Nejdanov whispered. “Someone is walking along the corridor.”
They were all silent for a time.
“But where do you want to go to?” Solomin asked again, lowering his voice.
“We don’t know,” Mariana replied.