Grim Hagen may not have heard him for he continued in that same desperate, pleading voice. “So here is my proposition, Ato. Give me your father’s secret. In return, I give you the treasures, the Old Ship, the prisoners, and even Maya. Is not that complete surrender?” He smiled disarmingly.
Ato stood tall and proud as he answered. His eyes were blazing now, as he saw through Grim Hagen’s plan. “So, you thought I would bargain away Wolden’s secret, did you? Well, your surmises were wrong. When last I saw him his work was not finished. I know so little about it that I could tell you nothing of any value. But if I did,” Ato’s voice was trembling in disgust. “If I did, Hagen, would I turn you and your hells’ spawn loose upon the stars to perplex them forever?”
Grim Hagen’s face was almost blue with rage. “You have said enough. And there are other ways to make you talk. Make these swine prisoners,” he screamed.
A dozen knives flashed. A dozen death-tubes were pointed toward Ato and his followers.
But one of Grim Hagen’s lieutenants, a Bron who was now silver-haired, intervened. “No, Grim Hagen. They are under truce. The week is not yet up. I will not see you go back on your own word—”
Grim Hagen flamed. “You will die on the hook for this—”
“Maybe so. One thing is certain: I will die. And I can face it. But you can’t, can you, Grim Hagen? You would prefer to be some sort of eternal devil, working its fury upon the stars. Now, where is the new thinking that you used to preach? That dream is as old as the incantations beside the cave-fires—”
“Arrest them all,” Grim Hagen screamed. “Arrest Rama too,” he added with rage.