But he was not one of the stronger Faktors. He was dead before he reached the door.
In the late afternoon, when the wind had died and the day was quiet, the door opened.
The same two men—she had begun to be able to tell them apart—came in and, this time, bowed.
Ivy yawned, rose up on an elbow and blinked her eyes.
The two men, surprised, stared at her.
"All right, what is it?" Ivy said as briskly as she could, trying to force down the sudden fear. "Stop that damned bowing. A sillier bunch of skinny idiots I never saw. Men! Huh! You're dying out, all right, that's obvious."
The two men looked at each other. Then one of them recaptured his grin.
"It is time for your breeding," he said lecherously.
Ivy yawned again, started to rise.