They waited on him assiduously, but with reproachful looks that said as plainly as words: “In what way have we displeased you, lord?” Well, they would have to bear their disappointment as best they could. Even if the spirit had been willing . . .The breakfast comprised a mess of assorted organs and glands from one of the tribal sheep. Probably, thought Hobart, the one whose meat he had eaten the night before. It was no doubt economical, and necessary to keep the barbarians supplied with vitamins. But he’d be damned if anyone would make him like it.The trouble with him was that he was too easy-going; too readily persuaded into accepting responsibilities, each of which merely led in this crazy world to more responsibilities, so that his goal of return to his own earth and work receded farther the more he pursued it. Well, what else could he have done? Every time he tried to take a firm stand, Theiax came along with his mouthful of teeth, or the barbarians with their swords, and bullied him into further commitments.
