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in a whisper. "That fellow in the lead; isn't he the one
who spilled the drink? The one you took the blame for?"
"That's him, all right. He doesn't seem nervous any more, I notice."
"You saved him from serious punishment," Magnan said. "He'll be
grateful; he'll let us go."
"Better check with the fellows with the knives before you act on that."
"Say something to him," Magnan hissed, "Remind him."
* * * * *
The lead man fell back in line with Retief and Magnan.
"These two are scared of you," he said, grinning and jerking a thumb
toward the knife-handlers. "They haven't worked around the Nenni like
me; they don't know you."
"Don't you recognize this gentleman?" Magnan said.
"He did me a favor," the man said. "I remember."
"What's it all about?" Retief asked.
"The revolution. We're taking over now."

"Who's 'we'?"
"The People's Anti-Fascist Freedom League."
"What are all the knives for?"
"For the Nenni; and for all you foreigners."
"What do you mean?" Magnan gasped.
"We'll slit all the throats at one time. Saves a lot of running around."
"What time will that be?"
"Just at dawn; and dawn comes early, this time of year. By full daylight
the PAFFL will be in charge."
"You'll never succeed," Magnan said. "A few servants with knives!
You'll all be caught and killed."
"By who, the Nenni?" the man laughed. "You Nenni are a caution."
"But we're not Nenni--"
"We've watched you; you're the same. You're part of the same
blood-sucking class."
"There are better ways to, uh, adjust differences," Magnan said. "This
killing won't help you, I'll personally see to it that your grievances are
heard in the Corps Courts. I can assure you that the plight of the
downtrodden workers will be alleviated. Equal rights for all--"
"These threats won't work," the man said. "You don't scare me."
"Threats? I'm promising relief to the exploited classes of Petreac!"
"You must be nuts," the man said. "You trying to upset the system or
something?"

"Isn't that the purpose of your revolution?"
"Look, Nenni, we're tired of you Nenni getting all the graft. We want
our turn. What good would it do us to run Petreac if there's no loot?"
"You mean you intend to oppress the people? But they're your own
group."
"Group, schmoop. We're taking all the chances; we're doing the work.
We deserve the payoff. You think we're throwing up good jobs for the
fun of it?"
"You're basing a revolt on these cynical premises?"
"Wise up, Nenni. There's never been a revolution for any other reason."
"Who's in charge of this?" Retief said.
"Shoke, the head chef."
"I mean the big boss. Who tells Shoke what all to do?"
"Oh, that's Zorn. Look out, here's where we start down the slope. It's
slippery."
"Look," Magnan said. "You."
"My name's Illy."
"Mr. Illy, this man showed you mercy when he could have had you
beaten."
"Keep moving. Yeah, I said I was grateful."
"Yes," Magnan said, swallowing hard. "A noble emotion, gratitude.
You won't regret it."
"I always try to pay back a good turn," Illy said. "Watch your step now
on this sea-wall."

"You'll never regret it," Magnan said.
"This is far enough," Illy motioned to one of the knife men. "Give me
your knife, Vug."
The man passed his knife to Illy. There was an odor of sea-mud and
kelp. Small waves slapped against the stones of the sea-wall. The wind
was stronger here.
"I know a neat stroke," Illy said. "Practically painless. Who's first?"
"What do you mean?" Magnan quavered.
"I said I was grateful. I'll do it myself, give you a nice clean job. You
know these amateurs; botch it up and have a guy floppin' around, yellin'
and spatterin' everybody up."
"I'm first," Retief said. He pushed past Magnan, stopped suddenly,
drove a straight punch at Illy's mouth.
* * * * *
The long blade flicked harmlessly over Retief's shoulder as Illy fell.
Retief whirled, leaped past Magnan, took the unarmed servant by the
throat and belt, lifted him and slammed him against the third man. Both
scrambled, yelped and fell from the sea-wall into the water.
Retief turned back to Illy. He pulled off the man's belt and strapped his
hands together.
Magnan found his voice.
"You.... we.... they...."
"I know," Retief said.
"We've got to get back," Magnan said, "Warn them!"
"We'd never get through the rebel cordon around the palace. And if we

did, trying to give an alarm would only set the assassinations off early."
"We can't just...."
"We've got to go to the source; this fellow Zorn. Get him to call it off."
"We'd be killed! At least we're safe here."
Illy groaned and opened his eyes. He sat up.
"On your feet, Illy," Retief said.
Illy