“I am not a native Terran, that is true,” Vorgens said, “but I am a citizen of the EmpireMy people did fight against the Terrans, once, a long time ago. But today they are so much a part of the Empire that they could not establish an independent nation if they wanted to— which they don’t. I am a sworn officer of the Star Watch. I cannot turn my back on my own word, and fight against the men with whom I have served.”
“You hide behind your duty,” Merdon snapped.
Vorgens’ face tightened. “Perhaps so. But listen to me. No matter what the Empire has done on Shinar, the peoples ruled by the Terrans would be plunged into chaos and starvation if the Empire were destroyed. The Terrans may seem evil and arbitrary to you—perhaps hey are, in many cases—but they are also the carriers of law, of stability, of commerce and order, throughout more than half the galaxy. Their job is not an easy one. Here on Shinar they may have failed, but you cannot destroy the Empire unless you replace it with something better .. . not unless you are an unthinking barbarian, as the Komani are.”
“You are a Terran, after all,” Merdon growled.
“I am an officer of the Star Watch,” Vorgens said, his voice rising. “I was sent to Shinar to try to arrange a truce that will end this bloodshed. I can offer you the same terms I offer the Komani: lay down yours arms and return to your homes. Otherwise the Empire will be forced to crush you.”
“Get out!” Merdon shouted. “Take your truce terms and go back to your tent and wait for the Komani to deal with you. Star Watchman, truce-bearer—you’re a prisoner, a Komani prisoner, and before long you’ll be dead!”