His guard steered him to the flyer, and he was loaded by two men, not into the driver's seat but once more into that storage space in which he had ridden back to Tikil.

He thought to head for one of the domes, but the guard steered straight for the ship.

After a little they found that they were on a path descending steeply; soon it grew so narrow that they went in single file, brushing a stony wall on either side; their guards steered them from behind with hands laid firmly on their shoulders.