And they were all on their knees before me.
"Forgive me, great Yandro," said the officer thickly. "I did not know."
"Get up," I bade them. "I want to hear why I was first bound, and now worshipped."
II
They rose, but stood off respectfully. The officer spoke first. "I am Rohbar, field commander of this defense position," he said with crisp respect. "Sporr is a mystic doctor, full of godly wisdom. Doriza, a junior officer and chief of the guard. And you—how could you know?—are sent by the First Comers to save us from our enemies."
"Enemies?" I repeated.
"The Newcomers," supplemented Doriza. "They have taken the "Other Side" of Dondromogon, and would take our side as well. We defend ourselves at the poles. Now," and her voice rang joyously, "you will lead us to defeat and crush them utterly!"
"Not naked like this," I said, and laughed. I must have sounded foolish, but it had its effect.
"Follow me, deign to follow me," Sporr said. "Your clothing, your quarters, your destiny, all await you."