Reiloc pushed himself unsteadily to his feet. He looked from the dead Anolyn to Jupiter, his hand massaging his bruised throat.
"What are you?" he whispered painfully. "What manner of man are you who can kill the Anolyn in their own temple?"
Jupiter's hesitation didn't show on his face. In a cold voice of authority, he said:
"The Wanderer-from-Beyond!"
Reiloc's eyes widened. Doubt and hope struggled in his grim countenance. Then the savage Nehogan dropped to one knee, held his sword out to Jupiter, hilt first.
Jupiter sat beside the embrasure, staring out at the street below. Behind him Reiloc was pacing back and forth in the bare little cell like a caged wolf. The copper-skinned Nehogan was nervous, worried. Action was his only emotional release.
Tabak said: "Stop it, Reiloc! You're driving me crazy!"
Reiloc quit pacing, squatted on his heels. But he couldn't stay still. Rising to his feet again, he growled: "Wait, wait. Are we waiting for them to come drag us out of here and take us to the vivisection rooms?"
Tabak said: "Only for a little while longer."