Yes sir. Well, there are three men outside trying to kill me. . . . Quite right, Mr. Frendlyer said. And today is Landing Day. You came off the ship that landed today, and have been classified a peon. . . . I'm happy to say that everything is in order. The Landing Day Hunt ends at sundown. You can leave here with the knowledge that everything is correct and that your rights have not been violated. Leave here? After sundown, you mean. Mr. Frendlyer...