He started to walk out of the alley, groping unsteadily at the wall to keep from falling flat on his face.
Slowly, strength returned. And purpose.
He had fumbled last night. Now, he would make it up.
The main palace was a tall, lopsided structure built of a coarse-grained granite-like stone. The noon sun struck slantwise against the slabs which sparkled weirdly. Rick Mason stood outside and directed a thought at the Venusian within.
Klon Darra?
Yes?
I'm right outside the palace.
I thought I told you to leave Mordarga at once.
The hell with that, Mason said in an impatient mental snap. I'm here. Guide me in.