"Keep a sharp lookout, people, guns away for now," said Berger.
"Oster," called a Council member, an irritable-looking man in blue, "what are you doing here?"
Peter's face veiled itself in stupidity; he touched a knuckle to his forehead. "They landed in the turnip field, sir. Asked me to come with."
"And you let them? Who are you to let a gaggle of--of clearly deranged people onto my property!"
"Peter Oster, move off," called Captain Winston. "These are none of yours."