Some day, another great race would come, and Londar's people would then surrender the silver tubes. The black-haired man might have been the representative of such a race, but he had shown contempt for the Mumums and had slain Kyrrad. That would not be the way of a true people of supreme intellect.
Londar walked on, the silvery tube fastened at his waist tinkling musically in rhythm to his stride.