The Viceroy was stealthily reaching for the sun-tube dangling from his belt.
"I don't know," the Viceroy said shortly, working the gag out of his mouth.
"It is too late for bargains now," the Viceroy shrugged indifferently.
For all his bulk, the Viceroy wheeled on his flank, raised his weapon.
The Viceroy turned suddenly, stared at them, fingering his tube.
The Viceroy, ...