Kraybo's face drained of color suddenly.
The Guesser became suddenly brusque. "Never mind. We'll let it go for now. Report to the Discipline Master in Intensity Five for ten minutes total application time. Dismissed."
Kraybo, whose face had become even whiter, paused for a moment, as though he were going to plead with The Guesser. But he saw the look in his superior's eyes and thought better of it.
"Yes, sir," he said in a weak voice. He saluted and left.
And The Guesser just sat there, waiting for what he knew would come.
It did. High Lieutenant Blyke showed up within two minutes after Kraybo had left. He stood at the door of The Guesser's cubicle, accompanied by a sergeant-at-arms.
"Master Guesser, you will come with us." His manner was bored and somewhat flat.
The Guesser bowed his head as he saluted. "As you command, great sir." And he followed the lieutenant into the corridor, the sergeant tagging along behind.
The Guesser wasn't thinking of his own forthcoming session with the captain; he was thinking of Kraybo.