He was halfway across the plowed field when Mentor's iron voice said, "Good evening."
Moonfire glimmered on metal. The robot stood impassively before him. Saxon said slowly, "I was just going for a walk."
"You are our guest: I shall walk with you."
"I prefer to walk alone."
"Guests prefer company. The house of Lang must observe the basic amenities."
Was there a hint of sardonicism in Mentor's voice?
They walked along the furrows, man and robot. Saxon felt beneath his shirt for the utility kit. He kept his voice level.
"Am I a prisoner?"
"You are a guest."
"Did Veena tell you I might try to escape?"