"Thank you," said Barr, wearily.
"It's kind of you to humor an old man.
They rebelled; or I should say, we rebelled, for I was one of the minor leaders.
Wiscard left Siwenna, barely ahead of us, and the planet, and with it the province, were thrown open to the admiral with every gesture of loyalty to the Emperor.
Why we did this, -I'm not sure.
Maybe we felt loyal to the symbol, if not the person, of the Emperor, -a cruel and vicious child.
Maybe we feared the horrors of a siege."
"Well?" urged Mallow, gently.
"Well, came the grim retort, "that didn't suit the admiral.
He wanted the glory of conquering a rebellious province and his men wanted the loot such conquest would involve.
So while the people were still gathered in every large city, cheering the Emperor and his admiral, he occupied all armed centers, and then ordered the population put to the nuclear blast."
"On what pretext?"
"On the pretext that they had rebelled against their viceroy, the Emperor's anointed.
And the admiral became the new viceroy, by virtue of one month of massacre, pillage and complete horror.
I had six sons.
Five died - variously.
I had a daughter.
I hope she died, eventually.
I escaped because I was old.
I came here, too old to cause even our viceroy worry."
He bent his gray head,
"They left me nothing, because I had helped drive out a rebellious governor and deprived an admiral of his glory."
Mallow sat silent, and waited.
Then, "What of your sixth son?" he asked softly.
"Eh?"
Barr smiled acidly.
"He is safe, for he has joined the admiral as a common soldier under an assumed name.
He is a gunner in the viceroy's personal fleet.
Oh, no, I see your eyes.
He is not an unnatural son.
He visits me when he can and gives me what he can.
He keeps me alive.
And some day, our great and glorious viceroy will grovel to his death, and it will be my son who will be his executioner."
"And you tell this to a stranger?
You endanger your son."
"No.
I help him, by introducing a new enemy.
And were I a friend of the viceroy, as I am his enemy, I would tell him to string outer space with ships, clear to the rim of the Galaxy."
"There are no ships there?"
"Did you find any?
Did any space-guards question your entry?
With ships few enough, and the bordering provinces filled with their share of intrigue and iniquity, none can be spared to guard the barbarian outer suns.
No danger ever threatened us from the broken edge of the Galaxy, -until you came."
"I?
I'm no danger."
"There will be more after you."
Mallow shook his head slowly,
"I'm not sure I understand you."
"Listen!"
There was a feverish edge to the old man's voice.