I had had the finest wound physicians on Gor brought to attend me, to inquire into its nature. They could tell me little. Yet I had learned there was no damage in the brain, nor directly to the spinal column. The men of medicine were puzzled. The wounds were deep, and severe, and woulddoubtless, from time to time, cause me pain, but the paralysis, given the nature of the injury, seemed to them unaccountable.

Then one more physician, unsummoned, came to my door.

“Admit him, “ I had said.

“He is a renegade from Turia, a lost man.” had said Thurnock.

“Admit him,” I had said.

“It is Iskander,” whispered Thurnock.

I knew well the name of Iskander of Turia. I smiled. He remembered well the city that had exiled him, keeping still its name as part of his own. It had been many years since he had seen its lofty walls. He had, in the course of his practice in Turia, once given treatment outside of its walls to a young Tuchuk warrior, whose name was Kamchak. For this aid given to an enemy, he had been exiled. He had come, like many, to Port Kar. He had risen in the city, and had been for years the private physician to Sullius Maximus, who had been one of the five Ubars, presiding in Port Kar prior to the assumption of power by the Council of Captains.

Sullius Maximus was an authority on poetry, and gifted in the study of poisons. When Sullius Maximus had fled the city, Iskander had remained behind. He had even beenm with the fleet on the 25^th of the Se”kKara. Sullius Maximus, shortly after the decision of the 25^th of Se’Kara, had sought refuge in Tyros, and had been granted it.

:greetings, Iskander,” I had said.

“Greetings, Bosk of Port Kar,” he had said.

The findings of Iskander of Turia matched those of the other physicians, but, to my astonishment, when he hadreplaced his instruments in the pouch slung at his shoulder, he said,” The wounds were given by the blades of Tyros.”