“What if—” began Mayhew. He looked at Miles curiously. “What if they’d wanted, say, Sergeant Bothari instead of me? What would you have done then?” “Oh, I’d go in,” said Miles automatically, then paused. The air hung empty, waiting for explanation. “That’s different. The Sergeant is—is my liegeman.” “And I’m not?” asked Mayhew ironically. “The State Department will be relieved.” There was a silence. “I’m your liege lord,” replied Miles at last, soberly. “What you are is a question only you can answer.”
