Cerdic's fleet broke up, the captains bound for their estates. He took his own vessel to the capital, Iuthagaar, and brought it down in the great yards. After the usual pomp and ceremony of homecoming, he sent for Flandry.
"What is your attitude toward us now?" he asked.
"You are a very likeable people, sir," said the Terrestrial, "and it is as you say—you are a strong and honest race."
"Then you have decided to help us actively?" The voice was cold.
"I really have little choice, sir," shrugged Flandry. "I'll be a prisoner in any case, unless I get to the point of being trusted. The only way to achieve that is to give you my willing assistance."
"And what of your own nation?"
"A man must stay alive, sir. These are turbulent times."
Contempt curled Cerdic's lip. "Somehow I thought better of you," he said. "But you're a human. You could only be expected to betray your oaths for your own gain."
Surprise shook Flandry's voice. "Wasn't this what you wanted, sir?"
"Oh, yes, I suppose so. Now come along. But not too close—you make me feel a little sick."