“Is Fragoni going?” asked Dirk.
“Naturally,” replied Lazarre.
“And Inga?”
“I believe so,” Lazarre told him. “Fragoni was both afraid to take her and to leave her behind, but finally he decided that he wanted her with him in case of trouble.”
“And are they––the Lodorians––still here?” queried Dirk.
“Yes,” responded Lazarre. “Teuxical returned to his ship last night with Zitlan and his other followers, but they came back late this afternoon, and they are still here. Zitlan seemed to be all right this afternoon, too. They must have used some means of bringing him out of the daze that he was in. We did everything we could to revive you, but none of our measures were effective.”
“I’m all right now,” asserted Dirk, as he finished attiring himself. “I want to see Fragoni at once.”
“We’ll go out on the terrace then,” said Steinholt. “They are all out there.”
Dirk, with his two companions, strolled out through the maze of rooms and corridors that led to the garden which hung so high above the city and the Sound below it.