On the world Branoff IV, in the lovely land of Scorvif, live the rascz, an industrious, artistic, superbly civilized race. Few of them are aware that their prosperous civilization is totally dependent upon the olz, a race of slaves owned by their god-emperor. The old till the fields and work the forests and mines, and their reward is starvation and the vicious, caustic stroke of the zrilm whip.