Jerry Pournelle - King David's Spaceship

“Why should we do that?” Mary asked.

“Because we would then determine the sentence, which would be permanent exile.”

“Exile?” Nathan said.

“Yes. To Makassar.”

“Makassar?” MacKinnie asked. “I don’t see -”

“Simple, actually,” Boyd said. “If you accept voluntary exile on Makassar, Greenaugh will be satisfied. You made fools of the Navy, and you paid for it. But of course there are side benefits. You will also be removed as a factor in this world’s politics.” The First Secretary examined his fingertips. “That makes our task just a bit easier.”

“And Makassar could benefit as well,” Ackoff added.

“If we can’t give much attention to Prince Samual’s World, what have we to spare for that place? A world of no importance. But there are nearly a million people there, people as human as you and I.”

“You really want us to go back?” Graham asked incredulously.

“Precisely, “Boyd said.

“You impressed the churchmen,” Ackoff said. “And now that you are a citizen of a classified world, it would be legal for you to hold an official appointment. As, say, civil advisor to the Archbishop. His memorandum makes it clear that he would welcome your assistance.”

“You could do a lot of good,” Boyd said. “No one will govern Makassar for a long time. Certainly not with the resources we can spare. But Makassar will inevitably fall into Prince Samual’s sphere of influence, and someone must see that the ITA doesn’t absolutely plunder that unfortunate world until it is capable of protecting itself. “You might make a difference in their development.”

Mary and Nathan looked at each other in amazement. Were these two actually pleading with them?

“It’s quite a logical position for you,” Ackoff said. “You know as much about Makassar as anyone in the Empire. You even had access to the old library.” Ackoff smiled thinly. “Not that I expect you to admit it, but your ship rather proves that, doesn’t it? And while you don’t know a lot about modern technology, Makassar’s not likely to get much modern technology. What’s needed is someone who knows how to make do.”

“How can you trust me?”

“We don’t have to,” Boyd said. “No matter what you do, you’ll be no threat to the Empire.” He shrugged. “Assume the worst, that you make yourself king of all the barbarians. The ship that takes you there will remove most of the tapes from that Old Empire library. What can you do to us? And Makassar is unlikely to be worse off with you than without you.’’

“And if I refuse?” Nathan asked.

Ackoff shrugged. “We’d have to consider our other alternatives.”

“The threat isn’t needed,” Mary said. “We want to go back. Nathan never wanted to leave.”

MacKinnie nodded agreement. “I left some obligations back there. But — Mary, are you certain you want this?”

“What makes you think you’re the only one who wants to be needed?” she demanded. “For a moment I was mad enough to suppose that because I was a passenger in Dougal’s ship I could be a match for Dougal, but that won’t work. And — I was needed on Makassar too, Nathan MacKinnie. Not just by you.”

“We’ll give you time to think about it,” Ackoff said.

“We won’t need it,” Mary said. She turned to MacKinnie. “Will we, Your Excellency?” She made no attempt to hide her laughter.

Ackoff nodded. “If it were done, ’t were best done quickly. We’ll arrange transportation in a ship with proper medical facilities. You should be as good as new when you arrive on Makassar.” He cleared his throat. “Uh, I can see there’s a chaplain aboard also. I understand congratulations are in order … That’s settled, then.”

Ackoff smiled warmly, then turned to his computer screen. That was one problem solved. There would be others. There always were.