“No. These are real slaves. They are men and women who are owned by these men in the real sense of the word. I was taking a big risk taking a novice... there. That man who gave you the gift could destroy me socially and professionally, but apparently he understood my desire to expose you to them. François is another matter entirely.”He turned back to Pam. “We, you and I embarrassed François in front of a very powerful man and he won’t easily forgive me, but if the man has forgiven me and I think. . well, me. Ok, bad analogy, but how can a Krell possibly get so big that he can no longer live in the village? He’d have to be ... no, no. That’s impossible.”Sleethe must not have understood her, or maybe something was being lost in translation. The elder was so large that she sometimes found herself wondering how he could even move. The strain on his bones and joints must have been immense. There had to be some kind of upper limit on Krell growth, otherwise they’d get so large that they’d no. “We’re just returning to our ship.” he said in a calm voice.The leader of the five uniformed Greys stepped forward. His enormous black eyes stared at John unemotionally and then his face twitched into an annoyed frown and stared at the computer wrapped around his wrist. His hand moved over to the device and pressed a button that caused a panel to fold out with a quiet hum. John could almost sense the alien’s frustration as its fingers rapidly moved across the panel of strange alien. "I won't try to excuse my behaviour, but I will talk about it later."She took a breath, as she thought of her next statement."I will not apologise for believing the press, though I promised not to, because I didn't believe them until I saw the emails and extra photos from Wendy, who got them from Amos."Wendy had always been a good friend to me, and I fell for the trick Zak and Amos played when they got her to give them to me. Those two knew I would smell a rat if Zak gave them to me. The press.