The green dwarf quickly clothed himself and Larry rather carefully donned his uniform.
"The Afyo Maie has summoned us, Doc," he said.

"We're to--well--I suppose you'd call it breakfast with her.

After that, Rador tells me, we're to have a session with the Council of Nine.

I suppose Yolara is as curious as any lady of--the upper world, as you might put it--and just naturally can't wait," he added.
He gave himself a last shake, patted the automatic hidden under his left arm, whistled cheerfully.
"After you, my dear Alphonse," he said to Rador, with a low bow.

The dwarf laughed, bent in an absurd imitation of Larry's mocking courtesy and started ahead of us to the house of the priestess.