"Nothing doing!" And then in the Murian's own tongue.

"We follow Lakla, Rador.

And _you_ lead the way." He thrust the pistol close to the green dwarf's side.
Rador did not move.
"Of what use, _Larree_ ?" he said, quietly.

"Me you can slay--but in the end you will be taken.

Life is not held so dear in Muria that my men out there or those others who can come quickly will let you by--even though you slay many.