"Not while the force screen is operating."
Bent under his heavy burden, Cosmo strode from the room, up the steps to the next level. Saying, "What's this?" he pressed the button of a sliding panel. The door slid back in its oiled grooves. "Whew!" he said. "My lady's chamber."
Mia MacIver peered around him wide-eyed.
It was a large room, octagon shaped and carpeted wall to wall with the shaggy gray fur of the Polar Aard. But the most startling feature was the mirrors. The walls were paneled solid in mirrors. It gave the impression that the room stretched on forever.
"Well!" said Mia; "if this is the telecast operator's room, he's a voluptuous creature!"
Cosmo snorted, stepped across the threshold. At once replicas of themselves flashed in all the mirrored chambers.
"I feel wicked just being in a room like this," said Mia.
Cosmo heard a click behind him, whirled around. The door through which they'd just passed was shut. In every direction, they were faced by an endless vista of mirrored chambers.
Mia gasped. "I'm scared," she said.
"Who isn't?" said Cosmo shortly and dropped Bemmelman to the floor with a thud. "What are you staring at?" He whipped around again.