Bors said softly, "Damnation! For the second time, what are you doing in this place?"
Gwenlyn's voice laughed.
"Traveling for pleasure, Captain Bors! I've news for you. We were allowed to land and then told to leave again. There's a warship down below. I told you about it before. It's still there. There's a huge cargo-ship, too, and there are riots because it's almost finished loading with requisitioned foodstuffs for Mekin. Mekin is—would you believe it?—unpopular on Garen!"
"Very well," said Bors. "I'll see what can be done. Will you carry a message for me?"
"Happy to oblige, Captain!"
"Tell them that—" Then Bors stopped short. It was not probable that the fleet wave-form and frequency were known to Mekinese ships. But the possibility of low-speed overdrive travel was much too important a military secret to risk under any circumstances. He said, "I'll be along very shortly with some highly encouraging news."
"Who do I tell this to?"
"I name no names on microwaves," he told her. "Get going, will you?"
"To hear," said Gwenlyn cheerfully, "is to obey."
Her communicator clicked off. The Sylva showed on a radar-screen, but had not been near enough to be sighted direct. The blip shot out from the planet.