“I think they might, but I can’t guarantee it.”
“You ask us to risk much for only the hope of freedom.” Clanthas said.
“Men have risked everything time and again,” Vorgens shot back, “for the hope of freedom. It’s the only hope you have.”
Altai laughed softly. “What you’re saying is that the threat of the Komani will force the Terrans to treat us with respect.”
“I am saying,” Vorgens answered firmly, “that your own courage and self-respect are the only tools you have for achieving freedom. It’s your choice. You must decide.”
“May I point out,” Sittas said, “that we have here an fficial of the Terran Empire telling us to make our own decision about our own fate. That in itself is a milestone.”
The little group remained silent for a moment.
Finally Clanthas said, “You are right. Watchman. It is a decision we must make for ourselves. Such a decision is not easily arrived at. We must have time to think. To discussYou understand that?”
“Of course,” Vorgens said. “But you must understand that time is precious, to all of us.”
Clanthas nodded. He rose from his chair, and everyone else got up.
“We will give you our answer within a few days.”
“Good enough,” Vorgens said.
More than an hour later, as their speedy little skimmer raced across the grassy countryside back to the main body of the Mobile Force, Mclntyre said:
“I just hope that Star Watch Headquarters really does decide to send the reinforcements you told the natives we were gettin’.”
“So do I, Sergeant,” Vorgens answered fervently. “So do I.”