"I want to drain the pool," Planter said.
"Then—" The Skygor caught the third lever and pulled it down.
Planter hurried upstairs again. His prisoner kept at his heels.
"Why did you help me?" he asked it.
"Because you conquer," was the booming reply. "The conquered must obey."
"I think you believe that stuff, like the slaves," Planter sniffed.
"Of course, I believe," responded the Skygor.
From the upper levels came Hommerson's voice:
"Planter! These frog-folk are giving up! They haven't any fight left in them!"
But Planter paused, on a landing. He looked into a small office, where two human figures stood close together.