LOBA HERDED THE OFFICERS into the next room and turned on a flashlight. He ordered the units to remain at the entrance. Two officers were told to drag the limp Arkady between them. The man was beginning to come around. Haggardy had no choice but to comply and go with the rest of them, but he’d made his switch of allegiance clear, and he hoped it would count for something. As Loba directed the officers through the next opening, and the next, Haggardy dropped back a little, slowing his pace until he was just in front of the master, who brought up the rear. Margret was leading the group.
“Sir,” he said. Loba didn’t acknowledge his words. “Is that what I should call you, sir?” When his question met no response, Haggardy decided to forge ahead, regardless of the dark glances the officers were
