Part 3 (1/2)
King Humphrey said heavily, ”This is probably the last cabinet meeting before the coming of the Mekinese. I do not think oratory is called for.
I put the situation as it stands. A fleet will come from Mekin for our answer to their ultimatum. Our s.p.a.ce-fleet will not surrender. Our air force is openly mutinous at the idea of submission. It has been said that if we fight, our planet will be bombed from s.p.a.ce until all its air is poison, so that every living creature here will die. If this is true, I do not think that even we who plan to fight have the right to bring such a bombing about. But I doubt if that is true. There has been one incident. Whether one likes it or not, it has happened. Captain Bors has reason to hope that the s.p.a.ce-fleet, by fighting to the death, can actually benefit the rest of our people.”
Bors spoke, excitement coloring his words.
”It's perfectly simple. There are only two kinds of people, slaves and free men. Slaves can be tortured and killed without concern. With free men a bargain has always to be struck. If there is no resistance to the Mekinese, they will despise us. We will be worse off than if we fight.
Because if we fight, at least our people will be respected. They may be oppressed because they are conquered, but they won't be treated with the contempt and doubled oppression given to slaves.”
A bearded man said querulously, ”That's theory. It's psychology. It even smacks of idealism! Let us be realistic! As a practical man, I am concerned with getting the best possible terms for our population. After all, the dictator of Mekin must be a reasonable man! He must be a practical man! I believe that we should negotiate until the very last instant.”
Bors said indignantly, ”Negotiate? You haven't anything to negotiate with! I am not a citizen of Kandar, though I serve in its fleet. I am still a national of Tralee. But I have talked to the officers of the fleet. They won't surrender. You can't negotiate for them to do so. You can't negotiate for them to go quietly away and pretend that nothing has happened and that there never was a fleet. When the Mekinese arrive, the fleet will fight. It doesn't hope to win; it doesn't expect anything--except getting killed honorably when its enemy would like to have it grovel. But it's going to fight!”
King Humphrey said doggedly, ”My influence does not extend to the disgrace of our fighting forces. The fleet will fight. I believe it unwise. But since it will fight I shall be in the flags.h.i.+p and it _will not surrender_.”
There was a pause. The bearded man said peevishly, ”But it should fight on its own! It should not compromise Kandar!”
There was a murmur. King Humphrey looked about him from under lowered brows.
”That can be arranged,” he said heavily. ”I will const.i.tute a caretaker government by royal proclamation. I will appoint you,” he looked steadily at the bearded man, ”to be head of it and make such terms as you can. If you like, when the Mekinese come you can warn them that the fleet has mutinied under me, its king, and may offer battle, but that you are ready to lead the people of Kandar in--”
”In licking the boots of all Mekinese,” said Bors in an icy tone.
There was a small rumble of protest. Bors stood up.
”I'd better leave,” he said coldly. ”I'm not ent.i.tled to speak. If you want me, I can be reached.”
He strode from the council-chamber. As the door closed behind him, he ground his teeth. The stout man, Morgan, of the s.p.a.ce-yacht _Sylva_, paced up and down the room where he waited to be called. His daughter sat tranquilly in a chair. She smiled pleasantly at Bors when he came in. Morgan turned to face him.
”Here's some Talents, Incorporated information,” he said zestfully. ”The cabinet is scared. A few are willing to fight, but most are already trying to think how they can make terms with the Mekinese.”
Bors opened his mouth to swear, then checked himself.
”Gwenlyn,” said Morgan, ”will pardon an expression of honest indignation. It's a dirty shame, eh?”
”If I were a native of Kandar,” said Bors bitterly, ”I'd be even more ashamed than I am as a native of Tralee. The people of Tralee surrendered, but they didn't realize what they were getting into. These men do!”
The girl Gwenlyn said quietly, ”I'm sorry for King Humphrey.”
”He's miscast,” said Morgan briskly. ”He should be king of a calm and peaceful world in calm and peaceful times. You're going to have trouble with him, Captain Bors!” Then he said; ”Perhaps we can work out a plan or two, eh? While you're waiting for the cabinet to call you back?”
”I've no authority,” said Bors. ”My uncle's the Pretender of Tralee, and I was originally commissioned in the fleet as a sort of courtesy to him.
I can't speak for anybody but myself.”
”You can speak for common sense,” said Gwenlyn. ”After all, you know what the people really want. You could try to arrange things so that the fleet can fight well.”
”It'll fight well,” said Bors curtly. ”It'll give a good account of itself! But that won't do any good!”
Morgan struck an att.i.tude, beaming.
”Ah! But you've got Talents, Incorporated on your side! You don't realize yet, Captain, what a difference that can make! While there's life and Talents, Incorporated, there's hope!”