"Rob—I've slept—one of my certain sleeps. Gaya told you, I suppose."
Robur nodded. "Yes. And you have learned, Jasor—what?"
Croft told him, and Robur swore a strong Aphurian oath. "They plan that, do they? Naia to Bzad, a man of Mazzer. By Zitu, Jasor, I am with you in whatever you mean to do."
Croft shook his head. "Nay, Rob, my friend. Your duty is to Tamarizia first. You know all we have planned. Your place is here—to general the Bithurian expedition when it is time. Mine is the duty to the maid."
"You love her." Robur made the statement direct.
"Aye." Croft met it and looked him in the eye.
Robur put forth a hand. "Azil be kind to you and her," he made answer. "What have you planned?"
Croft explained his intent in a very few words. "I await now the lights of the galley at the quay below," he finished. "I desire to slip forth unknown to any save the guards. Will you drive me down with what arms I shall take?"
"Aye," said Aphur's heir. "You can reach Scira how soon?"
"In two days—the day after Naia and Lakkon arrive."