"We'll need your help," said the creature-man to Donovan. "I take it that you're guiding them. You must encourage them to offer no resistance when we take over the controls. Our powers won't stand too long against atomic energy."
"Why should I help you?" Donovan's tones were hoarse. "What can you give me?"
"If you live," said Valduma, "and can make your way to Drogobych, I might give you much." She laughed again, maniac laughter which did not lose its music. "That would be diverting!"
"I don't know," he groaned. "I don't know—I thought a bargain could be made, but now I wonder."
"I leave him to you," said Morzach sardonically, and vanished.
"Basil," whispered Valduma. "Basil, I have—sometimes—missed you."
"Get out, Wocha," said Donovan.
"Boss—she's toombar—"
"Get out!"
Wocha lumbered slowly from the cabin. There were tears in his eyes.