us to them. They had them all together in one room, where
they could be eliminated easily, and ... Lanze; see if you can get
anything on the Citadel telecast."

Degbrend put on another communication-screen and fiddled for a moment.
What came on was a view, from another angle, of the Convocation Chamber.
A voice was saying:

"... not one left alive. The People's Labor Police, acting on orders of
People's Manager of Labor Zhorzh Khouzhik and People's Provost-Marshal
Yakoop Zhannar, are now eliminating the rest of the ci-devant Masterly
class, all of whom are here in Zeggensburg. The people are directed to
cooperate; kill them all, men, women and children. We must allow none of
these foul exploiters of the people live to see today's sun go down...."

"You mean, we sit here while those animals butcher women and children?"
Shatrak demanded, looking from the Proconsul to the Ministerial
Secretary. "Well, by Ghu, I won't! If I have to face a court for it, all
well and good, but...."

"You won't, Admiral. I seem to recall, some years ago, a Commodore
Hastings, who got a baronetcy for stopping a pogrom on Anath...."

"And broadcast an announcement that any of the Masterly class may find
asylum here at the Proconsular Palace. They're political fugitives;
scores of precedents for that," Erskyll added.

Shatrak was back at the screen to the _Empress Eulalie_.

"Patrique, get a jam-beam focussed on that telecast station at the
Citadel; get it off the air. Then broadcast on the same wavelength;
announce that anybody claiming sanctuary at the Proconsular Palace will
be taken in and protected. And start getting troops down, and all the
spacemen you can spare."

At the same time, Ravney was saying, into his own screen:

"Plan Four. Variation H-3; this is a rescue operation. This is not,
repeat, underscore, _not_ an intervention in planetary government. You
are to protect members of the Masterly class in danger from mob
violence. That's anybody with hair on his head. Stay away from the
Citadel; the ones there are all dead. Start with the four buildings
closest to us, and get them cleared out. If the shaveheads give you any
trouble, don't argue with them, just shoot them...."

Erskyll, after his brief moment of decisiveness, was staring at the
screen to the Convocation Chamber, where bodies were still being heaved
into the lorries like black sacks of grain. Lanze Degbrend summoned a
robot, had it pour a highball, and gave it to