"It began when Fanton advocated a change in Martian policy. For centuries, ever since the Terrans came, our course has been one of proud isolation. The policy was instituted centuries ago by ill-advised leaders and Fanton carried it on against his better judgment. When he began talking of a reversal, the underground mutiny gained in strength."
"Will saving Fanton's life stop the rebellion?"
"This thing we do is only a feeble step in the right direction. Even with Fanton strong and healthy, we may not be able to win."
"What is this sacrifice business?"
"It is supposed to take place in the public square. An old and barbaric rite in which a maiden is slain and the people file by and bathe their hands in her blood. It will be the signal for the final act of over-throw—when the rebels come into the open and slay all who remain faithful to Fanton."
A new voice spoke. The two men turned. Fanton was sitting on the edge of the marble couch. Helen and Tommy were staring at him.
Fanton's words were for Maxis. "You have done well. If I'd known before where loyalty lay, things might have been different."
Maxis dropped to one knee. He bowed his head. "My lord."
"No time for this. I must get to the Council."
"It will be very dangerous."