we've been more talkative than I'd anticipated. I told Rizzett to come get me if I had not returned in an hour."
The visual screen was alive now with Rizzett's grizzled head.
And then Gillbret said to the Autarch, "He would like to speak to you." He made room.
The Autarch rose from his chair and advanced so that his own head was within the zone of visual transmission.
He said, "I am perfectly safe, Rizzett."
The other's question was heard clearly: "Who are the crew members on the cruiser, sir?"
And suddenly Biron stood next to the Autarch. "I am Rancher of Widemos," he said proudly.
Rizzett smiled gladly and broadly. A hand appeared on the screen in sharp salute. "Greetings, sir."
The Autarch interrupted. "I will be returning soon with a young lady. Prepare to maneuver for contact air locks." And he broke the visual connection between the two ships.
He turned to Biron."I assured them it was you on board ship. There was some objection to my coming here alone otherwise. Your father was extremely popular with my men."
"Which is why you can use my name."
The Autarch shrugged.
Biron said, "It is all you can use. Your last statement to your officer was inaccurate."
"In what way?"
"Artemisia oth Hinriad stays with me."
"Still? After what I have told you?"
Biron said sharply, "You have told me nothing. You have made a bare statement, but I am not likely to take your unsupported word for anything. I tell you this without any attempt at tact. I hope you understand me."
"Is your knowledge of Hinrik such that my statement seems inherently implausible to you?"
Biron was staggered. Visibly and apparently, the remark had struck home. He made no answer.
Artemisia said, "I say it's not so. Do you have proof?"
"No direct proof, of course. I was not present at any conferences between your father and the Tyranni. But I can present certain known facts and allow you to make your own inferences. First, the old Rancher of Widemos visited Hinrik six months ago. I've said that already. I can add here that he was somewhat overenthusiastic in his efforts, or perhaps he overestimated Hinrik's discretion. At any rate, he talked more than he should have. My Lord Gillbret can verify that."
Gillbret nodded miserably. He turned to Artemisia, who had turned to him with moist and angry eyes. "I'm sorry, Arta, but it's true. I've told you this. It was from Widemos that I heard about the Autarch."
The Autarch said, "And it was fortunate for myself that my lord had developed such long mechanical ears with which to sate his lively curiosity concerning the Director's meetings of state. I was warned of the danger, quite unwittingly, by Gillbret when he first approached me. I left as soon as I could, but the damage, of course, had been done.
"Now, to our knowledge, it was Widemos's only slip, and Hinrik, certainly, has no enviable reputation as a man of any great independence and courage. Your father, Farrill, was arrested within half a year. If not through Hinrik, through this girl's father, then how?"
Biron said, "You did not warn him?"
"In our business we take our chances, Farrill, but he was warned. After that he made no contact, however indirect, with any of us, and destroyed whatever proof he had of connection with us. Some among us believed that he should leave the Sector, or, at the very least, go into hiding. He refused to do this.
"I think I can understand why. To alter his way of life would prove the truth of what the Tyranni must have learned, endanger the entire movement. He decided to risk his own life only. He remained in the open.
"For nearly half a year the Tyranni waited for a betraying gesture. They are patient, the Tyranni. None came, so that when they could wait no longer, they found nothing in their net but him."
"It's a lie," cried Artemisia. "It's all a lie. It's a smug, sanctimonious, lying story with no truth in it. If all you said were true, they would be watching you too. You would be in danger yourself. You wouldn't be sitting here, smiling and wasting time."
"My lady, I do not waste my time. I have already tried to do what I could toward discrediting your father as a source of information. I think I have succeeded somewhat. The Tyranni will wonder if they ought to listen further to a man whose daughter and cousin are obvious traitors. And then again, if they are still disposed to believe him, why,