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The labor foreman, known locally as Urado Alatena, entered the stockade. "What's wrong, Kirv?" he asked. The Paratime Police agent told him, briefly. The labor foreman whistled, threw a quick glance at the nearest slaves, and nodded. "I knew there was something funny about them," he said. "Doth, what a simply beastly thing to happen, two days after you take charge here!"
They're headed down the road toward the river. Tell him to bring them all back, and especially their chief, Coru-hin-Irigod, and him I want alive and able to answer questions. And then get the white-cloak lord Urado Alatena, and come back here." "Yes, captain." The guards were all Yarana people; they disliked Caleras intensely. The sergeant threw a salute, turned, and ran.
"If I do not offend the noble lords, then," Coru-hin-Irigod said, "I beg their sufferance to depart. I and my men have far to ride if we would reach Careba by nightfall. The Lord, the Great Lord, the Lord God Safar watch between us until we meet again." Urado Alatana, the labor foreman, came up onto the porch as the two slavers went down. "Have a good look at them, Radd?" the guard captain asked.
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