“I’ve heard some rumors about a Watchman on the planet,” Clanthas said. “You know him?”
Sittas nodded. “Altai can tell you about it. I must hurry off, the Terrans are anxious to leave.”
The old priest, flanked by the Terran lieutenant and five troopers left, the building and climbed into the cab of the bulky supply van. The Komani warrior who had been waiting in the town square watched with helpless fury. He could not get a good shot at the old man with six Terrans surrounding him, and he could not get close nough to use a grenade without the Terrans stoppingim.
As the supply van whined to life and lifted off the lavement, the Komani wearily trudged back to his own lyer, resting in an alley off the square. Perhaps he coulda’lyatch up with the van in the open country. If the Terransere not alert, he could execute the old man, and get aalf-dozen Terrans in the bargain.
XIII
Vorgens
Sittas eyed the Star Watchman critically as they sat in the tiny compartment aboard the dreadnaught. The priest had never before been inside a vehicle of such size, yet he was most amazed’at how much the Terrans were able to squeeze into the big groundcar.
Vorgens’ quarters, where they were sitting, was typical. The bunk was folded into the bulkhead; the webbed chairs and table had been slid out of the same opening that the bunk fitted into. The short side of the compartment was taken up with a translucent viewscreen, another wall had a stereomap scanner built into it. The furniture was stored in the third wall, and the fourth was barely wide enough to accommodate the door that led into the passageway. The ceiling was covered with lightpanels, There must have been a clothes closet in the compartment, but Sittas could not determine where it might be-