"The Master brought us here and left a metal man on guard. You have been unconscious for hours."
Kimball Trent came groggily to his feet, bracing himself with one hand on the wall. Then he circled the room, stopping at the slit window, trying to see into the velvet night, going on to peer through the barred grille in the door at the expressionless inhuman face of the robot that stood at motionless guard across the hallway. Farther down the hall, on either side, he could see more doors with grilled openings.
"Are we in the tower?" he asked.
"Yes," Lura answered from where she sat. "The Master brought us directly here."
"Did the others escape?"
"I do not know. I did not see them when we were brought in, and none have been brought here since." Her self control gave slightly. "Kim, what are we going to do?"
Kimball Trent grinned, forcing back the futility that beat at his thoughts. "We're going to get out of here, one way or the other," he said reassuringly.
"How?"
Trent shrugged, wished the ache in his head would stop bouncing about. "I don't know," he said equably. "But I've got a hunch we're in for a little quiz session with the Gharrians."
"Quiz session?"