"Sure we did. But we were getting tired of standing around out here."
"Sorry," Harris said.
He was thinking, these are Servants of the Spirit, men of Darruu. Men who think of Darruu's galactic dominion only, men who hate and kill and spy.
"How many were there?" Reynolds asked.
"Five," Harris said.
Carver looked disappointed. "Only five?"
Harris shrugged. "The place was empty. At least I got five, though."
He realized he was stalling, unwilling to do the thing he had come out here to do.
A silent voice said within him, Will you betray us again? Or will you keep faith this time?
Carver was saying something to him. He did not hear it. Carver said again, "I asked you—were there any important documents there?"