Through the port, he could see a corner of a tower, part of a slate roof. The grotesque arms of a telo-antenna sprouted from the peak of the tower. He heard a door squeal open. The bell sounded louder, then it stopped to be replaced by the mutter of voices approaching.
"Wake up." He shook Mia MacIver gently.
She opened her eyes, stared at him in bewilderment. "Where are we?"
"Shhh!"
The door opened. Cosmo caught sight of Bemmelman's gross features in the opening. He looked ghastly in the phosphorescent glow. Beyond him reared an immense gray pile of a building.
The planter's jaw dropped in disbelief as he recognized his captives. Then a tide of red swept up from his bull-like neck.
"You!" he shouted. "What the hell are you doing in there?"
"Didn't you know?" said Cosmo dryly. "I'm trying to cure myself of claustrophobia."
But already, a shrewd gleam of triumph had replaced the disappointment in Bemmelman's pig-like brown eyes.
"You're the Renegade." He rubbed his hands together, began to grin. "Yes sir, you're the Renegade. I should have guessed it before. And you, Mia." He threw back his head, roared until the court reverberated with his heavy laughter.