"Spying. Does Tredrick think we're children?"
"I wouldn't know." It was easier to speak this time. His body was
beginning to fade in again, like something on a television screen.
He tried to close his hand. It didn't work very well, but it didn't
matter. His gun was gone.
Something moved across the light. A man's body, a huge, supple,
muscular thing the color of dark bronze. It knelt with a terrible
tigerish ease beside Campbell, the bosses on its leather kilt making a
clinking noise. There was a jeweled gorget of reddish metal around the
base of its throat. The stones had a wicked glitter.