"Your story?" the Elder prompted gently.
Kimball Trent began to speak. He told of his awakening, of his rescue of Lura, of his being brought to the tunnels. He saw the skepticism in the Elder's eyes, was conscious of the probing of his statements by Valur. He told nothing of the fortress that had stayed untenanted for five centuries, told only that he had been buried in a cave, and had come miraculously alive.
Finished, he relaxed against the chair back, waited for the questions. He could feel the perspiration on his forehead, for he sensed the mettle of the men, knew that he would not leave the underground alive if they believed him to be a spy of the Gharrians.
"What think you?" the Elder asked Valur.
Valur seated himself directly before Trent. "You claim to be a Kimball Trent?" he asked.
"Yes," Trent said.
"There was once a Kimball Trent who fought the Masters when first they came. He was the friend of a man called Doctor Boyliss, and one of the first leaders of the fight against the Masters."
"I'm the one," Kimball Trent said grimly.
"You will submit to a neuro test?"
"Gladly."