“Greetings, friends! Greetings!” The voice was deep and resonant, the powerful, well-modulated voice of a trained orator. Halt and Horace turned to view the speaker, who was walking toward them. He was a tall, heavily built man in a long white robe. In his right hand, he held a staff. Flanking him, but a few paces behind, were two identical figures. They were massively built, well over two meters in height. Tall as the leader might be, he was dwarfed by these two men. Both were totally bald. Horace studied them for a few seconds, then turned his attention back to the speaker.
