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Ri’s hands worried the sides of his outer garment. “Yes, sir. It would have been.”

Extrone pursed his lips. “It wouldn’t have been very considerate of you to—But, still, you gained valuable experience. I’m glad you agreed to come along as my guide.”

“It was an honor, sir.”

Extrone’s lip twisted in wry amusement. “If I had waited until it was safe for me to hunt on an alien planet, I would not have been able to find such an illustrious guide.”

“... I’m flattered, sir.”

“Of course,” Extrone said. “But you should have spoken to me about it, when you discovered the farn beast in our own system.”

“I realize that, sir. That is, I had intended at the first opportunity, sir....”

“Of course,” Extrone said dryly. “Like all of my subjects,” he waved his hand in a broad gesture, “the highest as well as the lowest slave, know me and love me. I know your intentions were the best.”

Ri squirmed, his face pale. “We do indeed love you, sir.”

Extrone bent forward. “Know me and love me.”

“Yes, sir. Know you and love you, sir,” Ri said.