"I suspected clairvoyants," West said.
"Ah," Cuso said. "Did you also suspect that the only reason this airborne landing was made on these shores was to capture you?"
Even West's perfect control of his features could not hide the start of surprise at these words. "I am not that important," he said.
Cuso smiled deprecatingly and made a little gesture with his hand which said that such modesty was becoming in the truly great. Oddly, Zen had the impression that the Asian leader meant this. "As to that, I have the great privilege of offering you a commission as a field marshal in the armies of United Asia." His voice dripped oil and awe, oil because he was selling, awe because he was truly impressed by the rank of field marshal. Perhaps as a result of the successful achievement of this difficult mission, even he might have this rank. Hunger thickened on Cuso's face as he thought of this.
West blinked, then smiled back at Cuso. "That is interesting. But what makes you think I would be interested in such a commission—or in any commission—in your armies?"
"For protection, for one reason," Cuso answered promptly. "Our reports indicate that you are not a citizen of any country. Since this leaves you with no friends to protect you, this is an undesirable position. On the other hand, since you belong to no one, every country feels that you are an enemy. Because of this, your life is constantly in danger. However, holding our commission, you are automatically a citizen of United Asia, and thus are under our protection."
Cuso spoke as if being a citizen of United Asia was important and that holding a commission in its armies was even more so.
"Do you think I have no friends?" West asked.
"Well, you are not a citizen of—"
"Why do you think I need protection?" West continued.