Zitlan, a defiant expression on his face, ceased to speak, but Dirk could see that he was livid with suppressed rage.
“As I was saying,” Teuxical remarked, turning to Fragoni, “I am getting old and long have I been weary of conquest. I have seen your world and it pleases me. It is a tiny and peaceful place, far removed from the strife and turbulence of the restless centers of the universe. So it is my will to leave you unscathed and return to Lodore for a brief time to ask of the mighty Malfero the grant of this little provincial land. And then, with his permission, I will return here and rule it with wisdom and benevolence.
“I will bring to you much knowledge, and peace will be to the people of this earth and peace will be to me.”
“It is well,” replied Fragoni. “No world, I am certain, could hope for a wiser and more just ruler than yourself, and our Congress surely will receive you with acclaim.”
Teuxical bowed in recognition of the compliment, and his countenance indicated that he was gratified.
“We will go, now, back to our vessel,” he said, addressing the other Lodorians. “We will return for you at the appointed hour and conduct you to our ship,” he added, speaking to Fragoni.
“We will be ready,” Fragoni replied.
Zitlan had arisen with the rest of them and Dirk, with a look of contempt and amusement in his eyes, regarded him casually.
“May I have the honor of conducting our guests back to their ship in a plane?” Stanton requested of Fragoni.