"I think so long as he sticks close to us, looks subservient, they will presume he's your servant or slave," Kreyu explains.

Xenophon nods. "They've no reason to remember my face, and I know how a servant looks when they are following their master."

Xenophon's face twists as if he's bitten into something sour. "His name is Cylon. Cylon of Pergamon."