"Your thoughts are very transparent, Earthman. But I think you can be of use to me."
In the small adjoining room, Garga brought Allen food. They ate it together.
"What did he mean by things that will happen tonight?" Allen suddenly murmured.
Garga had been sitting, staring at him with her slumbrous dark gaze. "The attack," she said.
"And Peters doesn't know that?"
"No." Her hand touched him. "I am trusting you."
"Of course," Allen agreed. He recalled how Nereid's brother, Leh, as the spaceship landed, had gazed down at the inlet, across which workers were bringing things from a tunnel to the edge of the water. Leh had sucked in his breath as though with startled surprise.
"The attack," Allen murmured. "Will it be upon the city of Arron?"
"Yes—naturally. And the imbecile slaves there—they think they are going to help." Her grim grey face lighted with a smile. "That will be amusing; those imbecile workers causing bloodshed, making it so easy for us, when we get there."