Comprehension overwhelmed Ramey Winters, leaving a bitterness on his palate.
"Then it was a trap. The unguarded doors ... the open way to these chambers...."
Ravana laughed. "Aye, a trap, dog of Earth. Sometimes I fear you children of the green planet are all fools! Imagine a warrior idiot enough to leave in his wake an enemy unslain, merely bound! Long since we discovered one you had tied and hidden, learned your intention. The pathway was cleared that you might readier walk into our midst. And now—stand aside, Rakshasi! I will dispose of these creatures who have thrice pitted themselves against me."
Sheila sprang forward with a little cry.
"Dispose! You—you mean you're going to kill them? After having named them hostages against the surrender of our forces?"
"Even so, my Lady," replied Ravana mockingly. "It is not my folly to leave unharmed those who have proven dangerous to me."
"But your word, Lord Ravana! Your word of honor!"
"What Ravana does is to be judged by no man," said the Videlian haughtily.
"You dirty rat!" rasped Lake savagely. "Trick our friends into surrendering to save us, then shoot us anyway. Well—"
His sidelong glance at Ramey was sign enough. It meant what Ramey had been thinking. That if they separated, rushed Ravana simultaneously, one of them might reach him. Ramey's muscles tensed, his lips framed the starting word. But even as he would have cried it, a warmth brushed by him. The Lady Rakshasi, a great, golden panther of a woman, strode past him to confront her brother boldly.