"Len Dor Vale, have I your backing?" he asked.
"In two days you have proved yourself most able," agreed Vale.
"I have your backing."
"Need you receive it in words?" puzzled Len Dor Vale. "Must you have acclaim thrust upon you?"
Wan Nes Stan smiled in self-depreciation. "I want you to help me," he said quietly.
Len Dor Vale nodded. "What have you in mind?"
"I want your help in securing me a grand overseer's position."
"We'll see. It might be done."
"Who must we convince?"
"Convince? Only the aptitude machine."