Flee
"So what did you give them, anyway? I saw them on our way back. They were running headfirst into all the walls and doors on their way! Half of them looked like they didn't even remember who they were! Good job, really."
Seeing the faint blush creep into Alex's cheeks, Daneel grinned.
All of them were striding along one of the islands three teleportations away from the beggar king's city. Behind them, one group of slaves were carrying one of the wooden chests filled with vajrams, and the other four bore a peculiar burden.
On each of their shoulders was a metal block above which was nothing but air. They were standing in a rectangular formation, and between them, looking as if it was held up by an invisible giant's hand was a large, wooden box that was double the height of a normal human.