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If the king could not make acceptable terms for surrender, the junior officers were prepared to make a victory by Mekin a very costly matter. Stretched out on his bunk, Bors thought of all these things. Finally he slept and dreamed. It was odd that anyone so weary should dream. It was more strange that he did not dream of the matters in the forefront of his mind. He dreamed of Gwenlyn.
She couldn't have spread that fact by contagion!" "She spread plenty more!" said Bors. "Her daydreams were too damned true!" Gwenlyn said, "It's a contradiction in terms for a fleet to win a battle by letting itself be destroyed. Perhaps the Captain " "It's also a contradiction in terms," said Bors bitterly, "for all our troubles to come because we won a victory.
Now we regret that we weren't all killed. But it's madness for the king to propose to get us all slaughtered in hope of rousing the Mekinese better nature!" "Maybe you can resolve it, Captain," said Gwenlyn thoughtfully. "Could it be that it isn't a contradiction but only a paradox?" Bors spread his hands helplessly.
Gwenlyn laughed a little. "What's so amusing?" asked Bors. "I don't mean to strike an attitude, but I do hate everything Mekin stands for, and I've a chance to throw a brick at it. The price may be high but throwing the brick is necessary!" "We," said Gwenlyn, "have Talents, Incorporated information, some of which is in that letter Father gave you.
But they assume that Talents, Incorporated, given some co-operation, of course, lacks the ability to change the situation. In that they're mistaken." "Father hopes," said Gwenlyn amiably, "to modify the situation so their assumptions will lead logically to a different conclusion. Apparently they're going to change their minds!" Bors objected. "But you can't know the future!"
In the ground-car on the way to the fleet, Bors said helplessly to Gwenlyn, "I'm not the right man to be the liaison with you people. But this might make us a pretty costly conquest for Mekin! With luck, we may trade them ship for ship! They won't miss the ships they lose, but it'll be a lot of satisfaction to us!" "You expect to be killed," Gwenlyn said flatly.
"The Talent who predicts dirty tricks," said Gwenlyn, "is going to work with the woman who broadcasts daydreams. They'll be our Department of Propaganda." Bors said uncertainly, "But there's no point in propaganda! It's determined." "I know!" said Morgan complacently. "The high brass has made a decision. A perfectly logical decision, too, once you grant their premises.
"I don't believe it!" he said, staring at her. He said more loudly, "I don't believe it!" "Damnit," said Morgan indignantly. "She didn't believe it either! She said she'd come here because she was curious, nothing more. But that particular Talent's never missed yet! She just plain knows every time who " "Hush!" said Gwenlyn fiercely. "Goodbye." Bors moved toward her, not to shake hands.
"You asked the wrong question," said Gwenlyn cheerfully. "If you asked if there's a cargo-ship down on Tralee, loading foodstuffs for Mekin, there can be an answer to that." "Is there?" "At the moment, yes," Morgan answered. "So the dowsing Talent says." "Then I'll go there," said Bors. "I thought you might," said Morgan. He looked at his daughter. "May I come along?" asked Gwenlyn.
He went back to the control-room. When Morgan appeared, beaming expansively, Bors was again unsurprised to see Gwenlyn with him. Logan, the Mathematics Talent, followed in their wake, looking indifferently about him. "We wiped out the fleet headed for Kandar," Bors observed. "I don't suppose that's news, to you?" Morgan cheerfully shook his head.
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