"We would be glad to give you anything you request for this metal," the Raciv offered. "There have been numerous occasions when the possession of a little larger supply of Ronir might have relieved much suffering."
"In that case, why don't you just consider it my contribution to the advancement of science and let it go at that?"
"I'm afraid you do not understand," Persum clarified. "Our race will not accept anything of this sort without first arranging a fair exchange."
Michel Drawers realized that he must be careful not to offend these people due to his ignorance of their laws. He made an admirable stab at diplomacy.
"Suppose you give me something that you believe would be a fair exchange."
The golden people drew away a moment and conversed telepathically among themselves.
Then the Raciv walked toward Drawers. There was a resigned expression upon his features. He threw back his shoulders and looked Drawers straight in the eye.
"I am prepared to turn my leadership over to you in exchange!" came his startling thoughts. The other golden people looked solemn.
Drawers drew back aghast. Just how precious were these small amounts of iron that he had offered these people, if they were willing to entrust him with their entire government in return.
Persum must have read his thoughts for he again explained.