Cabot grimaced again.
“I seem to be cornered,” he observed.
“And yet,” said Nan-nan, the priest, “the death of all these black pests is the price of peace on Poros.”
Just then a messenger entered the room and saluted.
“Sire,” said he, addressing Hah Babbuh, “the prisoners in the stadium have obtained arms and are holding it against our troops.”
“Thank the Great Builder,” Nan-nan reverently exclaimed, “for He has solved our problem for us!”
“How did they get the arms?” Cabot asked.
“Airplanes from the south,” the messenger answered, “which took advantage of the fact that our fleet is busy attacking Wautoosa.”
“We must bomb them out,” Toron suggested.
Hah Babbuh gave orders accordingly, and the messenger withdrew.