"That was clumsy of you, wasn't it?" Gawroi said. He had a powerful voice, but there seemed to be very little concern in it, as if whatever happened hardly mattered to him at all. "So now Rhodes knows you're after him."
"You think this slave told Rhodes?"
"Look at him. Dust-covered. Can't you see he's been on the desert, Felg? Can't you see anything?"
"Yes," Felg grumbled. "Then what can we do?"
Instead of answering, Gawroi said to Ranmut: "You realize we can do with you as we wish. No one knows we brought you here. The hotel clerk saw nothing. What sort of errand are you running for Rhodes?"
"Who," said Ranmut, "is Rhodes?"
"For Matlin."
Ranmut said nothing.
Felg growled, "We can break the bones in your body one at a time, you fool!"
"Yes, lord," said Ranmut meekly, speaking to gain courage from the sound of his own voice.