"Just that I think I've succeeded."
"I'll give you two minutes before I pinch myself and wake up." Uske turned back over.
"Look, what do you think is behind the radiation barrier?"
"I think very little about it, figgy. It doesn't have very much to do with me."
"It's a primitive race that can't possibly harm us, especially now that its—its generators have been knocked out. All of its artillery it got from a source that is now defunct. Look, Uske, I'm your guilty conscience. Wouldn't it be fun to really be king for a while and stop the war? You declared war. Now declare peace. Then start examining the country and doing something about it."
"Mother would never hear of it. Neither would Chargill. Besides, all this information is only a dream."
"Exactly, Uske. You're dreaming about what you really want. So how does this sound: make a deal with me as your guilty conscience and representative of yourself; if this dream turns out to be correct, then you declare peace. It's the only logical thing. Come on, stand up for yourself, be a king. You'll go down in history as having started a war. Wouldn't you like to go down as having stopped it too?"
"You don't understand...."
"Yes, I know. A war is a bigger thing that the desires of one man, even if he is a king. But if you get things started on the right foot, you'll have history on your side."
"Your two minutes have been cut down to one; and it's up."