"Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?"
There was a moment of profound silence. Nitworth leaned forward, looking solemn.
"They were a warlike race known in this sector3 back in Concordiat times, perhaps two hundred years ago. They vanished as suddenly as they had appeared. There was no record of where they went." He paused for effect.
"They have now reappeared—occupying the inner planet of this system!"
"But, sir," Second Secretary Magnan offered. "That's uninhabited Terrestrial territory...."
"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?" Nitworth smiled icily. "It appears the Qornt do not share that opinion." He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder4 before him, harrumphed and read aloud:
His Supreme5 Excellency The Qorn, Regent of Qornt, Over-Lord of the Galactic Destiny, Greets the Terrestrials and, with reference to the presence in mandated6 territory of Terrestrial squatters, has the honor to advise that he will require the use of his outer world on the thirtieth day. Then will the Qornt come with steel and fire. Receive, Terrestrials, renewed assurances of my awareness7 of your existence, and let Those who dare gird for the contest.
"Frankly8, I wouldn't call it conciliatory," Magnan said.
Nitworth tapped the paper with a finger.
"We have been served, gentlemen, with nothing less than an Ultimatum9!"
"Well, we'll soon straighten these fellows out—" the Military Attache began.
"There happens to be more to this piece of truculence10 than appears on the surface," the Ambassador cut in. He paused, waiting for interested frowns to settle into place.
"Note, gentlemen, that these invaders11 have appeared on terrestrial controlled soil—and without so much as a flicker12 from the instruments of the Navigational Monitor Service!"
The Military Attache blinked. "That's absurd," he said flatly. Nitworth slapped the table.
"We're up against something new, gentlemen! I've considered every hypothesis from cloaks of invisibility to time travel! The fact is—the Qornt fleets are indetectible!"
The Military Attache pulled at his lower lip. "In that case, we can't try conclusions with these fellows until we have an indetectible drive of our own. I recommend a crash project. In the meantime—"
"I'll have my boys start in to crack this thing," the Chief of the Confidential13 Terrestrial Source Section spoke14 up. "I'll fit out a couple of volunteers with plastic beaks—"
"No cloak and dagger15 work, gentlemen! Long range policy will be worked out by Deep-Think teams back at the Department. Our role will be a holding action. Now I want suggestions for a comprehensive, well rounded and decisive course for meeting this threat. Any recommendation?"
The Political Officer placed his fingertips together. "What about a stiff Note demanding an extra week's time?"
"No! No begging," the Economic Officer objected. "I'd say a calm, dignified16, aggressive withdrawal—as soon as possible."
"We don't want to give them the idea we spook easily," the Military Attache said. "Let's delay the withdrawal—say, until tomorrow."
"Early tomorrow," Magnan said. "Or maybe later today."
"Well, I see you're of a mind with me," Nitworth nodded. "Our plan of action is clear, but it remains17 to be implemented18. We have a population of over fifteen million individuals to relocate." He eyed the Political Officer. "I want five proposals for resettlement on my desk by oh-eight-hundred hours tomorrow." Nitworth rapped out instructions. Harried-looking staff members arose and hurried from the room. Magnan eased toward the door.
"Where are you going, Magnan?" Nitworth snapped.
"Since you're so busy, I thought I'd just slip back down to Com Inq. It was a most interesting orientation19 lecture, Mr. Ambassador. Be sure to let us know how it works out."
"Kindly20 return to your chair," Nitworth said coldly. "A number of chores remain to be assigned. I think you, Magnan, need a little field experience. I want you to get over to Roolit I and take a look at these Qornt personally."
Magnan's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.
"Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?"
"Afraid? Good lord, no, ha ha. It's just that I'm afraid I may lose my head and do something rash if I go."
"Nonsense! A diplomat21 is immune to heroic impulses. Take Retief along. No dawdling22, now! I want you on the way in two hours. Notify the transport pool at once. Now get going!"
Magnan nodded unhappily and went into the hall.
"Oh, Retief," Nitworth said. Retief turned.
"Try to restrain Mr. Magnan from any impulsive23 moves—in any direction."
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