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nothing.”
    Rastignac sighed and walked ahead. Sometimes he wondered if the members of his underground—or anybody else for that matter—ever realized the grim conclusions formed by the Philosophy of Violence.
    The Amphibians, he was sure, did. And they were doing something positive about it. But it was the Amphibians who had driven Rastignac to adopt a Philosophy of Violence.
    “Law,” he said again, “Let’s go.”
    The three of them walked out of the huge courtyard and through the open gate. Nearby stood a short man whose Skin gleamed black-red in the light shed by the two glowworms attached to his shoulders. The Skin was oversized and hung to the ground.
    The King’s man, however, did not think he was a comic figure. He sputtered, and the red of his face matched the color of the skin on his back.
    “You took long enough,” he said accusingly, and then, when Rastignac opened his mouth to protest, the Jail-breaker said, “Never mind, never mind. Sa napawt. The thing is that we get you away fast. The Minister of Ill-Will has doubtless by now received word that an official jail-break is planned for tonight. He will send a company of his muck-eteers to inercept you. By coming in advance of the appointed time we shall have time to escape before the official rescue party arrives.”
    “How much time do we have?” asked Rastignac.
    The King’s man said, “Let’s see. After I escort you through the rooms of the Duke, the King’s foster-brother—he is most favorable to the Violent Philosophy, you know, and has petitioned the King to become your official patron, which petition will be considered at the next meeting of the Chamber of Deputies in three months—let’s see, where was I? Ah, yes, I escort you through the rooms of the King's brother. You will be disguised as His Majesty’s mucketeers, ostensibly looking for the escaped prisoners. From the rooms of the Duke, you will be let out through a small door in the wall of the palace itself. A car will be waiting.
    “From then on it will be up to you. I suggest, however, that you make a dash for Mapfarity’s castle. Follow the Rue des Nues; that is your best chance. The mucketeers have been pulled off that boulevard. However, it is possible that Auverpin, the Ill-Will Minister, may see that order and will rescind it, realizing what it means. If he does, I suppose I will see you back in your cell, Rastignac.”
    He bowed to the Ssassaror and Archambaud and said, “And you two gentlemen will then be with him.”
    “And then what?” rumbled Mapfarity.
    “According to the law, you will be allowed one more jail-break. Any more after that will, of course, be illegal. That is, unthinkable.”
    Rastignac unsheathed his 6p6e and slashed it at the air. "Let the mucketeers stand in my way,” he said fiercely. "I will cut them down with this!”
    The Jail-breaker staggered back, hands outthrust.
    “Please, Monsieur Rastignac! Please! Don’t even talk about it! You know that your philosophy is, as yet, illegal. The shedding of blood is an act that will be regarded with horror throughout the sentient planet. People would think you are an Amphibian!”
    “The Amphibians know what they’re doing far better than we do,” answered Rastignac. “Why do you think they’re winning against us Humans?”
    Suddenly, before anybody could answer, the sound of blaring horns came from somewhere on the ramparts. Shouts went up; drums began to beat, calling the mucketeers to alert.
    “M’plew!” said the Jail-breaker. “The Minister of Ill-Will has warned the guards! Or something else, equally disastrous, has happened!”
    Lusine’s voice, shrill but powerful, soared out of the well. “Jean-Jacques, will you take me with you? You must!”
    “Nol” shouted Rastignac. “Neverl Nothing would make me help a bloodsucker!"
    “Ah, Jean-Jacques, but you do not know what I know. Something I would never have told you if I did not have to tell in order to get free!”
    “Shut up,