One actual fighting ship, he stipulated, would form part of this illusory space-navy. He volunteered the _Horus_ for it. That ship would signal to the Mekinese when they arrived. It would make the king's proposal to surrender, on the Mekinese promise to spare the civilian population of Kandar. If the enemy admiral agreed to these terms and the king believed him, then the true Kandarian fleet could appear and yield to its overwhelmingly-powerful enemy. If the admiral arrogantly refused to pledge safety to Kandar's population, then the dummy formation might be destroyed, but the fleet would fight. Hopelessly and uselessly--though the new low-power drive worked well in action--but it would fight. The First Admiral said stonily, "If I were in the position of the Mekinese admiral, and I agreed to terms of capitulation, and if it were then shown to me that the basis of the terms was a deceit, I would not feel bound by my promise. When the actual fleet appeared, I would blast it for questioning my honor." Bors looked at him with hot eyes. The king said drearily, "No, Bors. We must act in good faith. We cannot question the Mekinese good faith as you propose, and then expect them to believe in ours. The admiral is right. We can fight and bring destruction on our people, or we can place ourselves at the mercy of Mekin. There can be only one choice. We sacrifice ourselves, but we keep our honor." "I deny," said Bors savagely, "that any man keeps his honor who enslaves his fellows, as you will do in surrendering. I resign my commission in your service, Majesty." King Humphrey nodded wearily. "Very well. You have served us admirably, Bors. I wish I thought you were right in this matter. I would rather follow your advice than my convictions. Your resignation is accepted." An hour later, fuming, Bors paced back and forth across the floor of a cabin in the flagship. The Pretender of Tralee entered. The older man looked wryly amused. "It was a most improper thing to do. You resigned your commission and then ordered the low-power fields built on all ships." "To the contrary," said Bors, "I spread the news that I had resigned my commission _because_ the low-power fields were _not_ to be installed to give us a fighting chance!" The Pretender sat down and regarded his nephew quizzically. "But is it so important? To use tables of calculations instead of computers?" "Yes," said Bors. "It is important. I should know. I've used the low-power fields in combat. Nobody else has." The old man said without reproof, "The First Admiral is indignant. The fields were not ordered on the ground that they're an untested device and that at least once such a field blew out, leaving your ship, the _Isis_, so helpless that it had to be abandoned."