Mightiest Qorn

       Sly, brave and truculent, the Qornt held all humans in contempt—except one!

      I

      Ambassador Nitworth glowered across his mirror-polished, nine-foot platinum desk at his assembled staff.

      “Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?”

      There was a moment of profound silence. Nitworth leaned forward, looking solemn.

      “They were a warlike race known in this sector back in Concordiat times, perhaps two hundred years ago. They vanished as suddenly as they had appeared. There was no record of where they went.” He paused for effect.

      “They have now reappeared—occupying the inner planet of this system!”

      “But, sir,” Second Secretary Magnan offered. “That’s uninhabited Terrestrial territory....”

      “Indeed, Mr. Magnan?” Nitworth smiled icily. “It appears the Qornt do not share that opinion.” He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder before him, harrumphed and read aloud:

      His Supreme Excellency The Qorn, Regent of Qornt, Over-Lord of the Galactic Destiny, Greets the Terrestrials and, with reference to the presence in mandated territory of Terrestrial squatters, has the honor to advise that he will require the use of his outer world on the thirtieth day. Then will the Qornt come with steel and fire. Receive, Terrestrials, renewed assurances of my awareness of your existence, and let Those who dare gird for the contest.

      “Frankly, I wouldn’t call it conciliatory,” Magnan said.

      Nitworth tapped the paper with a finger.

      “We have been served, gentlemen, with nothing less than an Ultimatum!”

      “Well, we’ll soon straighten these fellows out—” the Military Attache began.

      “There happens to be more to this piece of truculence than appears on the surface,” the Ambassador cut in. He paused, waiting for interested frowns to settle into place.

      “Note, gentlemen, that these invaders have appeared on terrestrial controlled soil—and without so much as a flicker from the instruments of the Navigational Monitor Service!”

      The Military Attache blinked. “That’s absurd,” he said flatly. Nitworth slapped the table.

      “We’re up against something new, gentlemen! I’ve considered every hypothesis from cloaks of invisibility to time travel! The fact is—the Qornt fleets are indetectible!”

      *

      The Military Attache pulled at his lower lip. “In that case, we can’t try conclusions with these fellows until we have an indetectible drive of our own. I recommend a crash project. In the meantime—”

      “I’ll have my boys start in to crack this thing,” the Chief of the Confidential Terrestrial Source Section spoke up. “I’ll fit out a couple of volunteers with plastic beaks—”

      “No cloak and dagger work, gentlemen! Long range policy will be worked out by Deep-Think teams back at the Department. Our role will be a holding action. Now I want suggestions for a comprehensive, well rounded and decisive course for meeting this threat. Any recommendation?”

      The Political Officer placed his fingertips together. “What about a stiff Note demanding an extra week’s time?”

      “No! No begging,” the Economic Officer objected. “I’d say a calm, dignified, aggressive withdrawal—as soon as possible.”

      “We don’t want to give them the idea we spook easily,” the Military Attache said. “Let’s delay the withdrawal—say, until tomorrow.”

      “Early tomorrow,” Magnan said. “Or maybe later today.”

      “Well, I see you’re of a mind with me,” Nitworth nodded. “Our plan of action is clear, but it remains to be implemented. We have a population of over fifteen million individuals to relocate.” He eyed the Political Officer. “I want five proposals for resettlement on my desk by oh-eight-hundred hours tomorrow.” Nitworth rapped out instructions. Harried-looking staff members arose and hurried from the room. Magnan eased toward the door.

      “Where are you going, Magnan?” Nitworth snapped.

      “Since you’re so busy, I thought I’d just slip back down to Com Inq. It was a most interesting orientation lecture, Mr. Ambassador. Be sure to let us know how it works out.”

      “Kindly return to your chair,” Nitworth said coldly. “A number of chores remain to be assigned. I think you, Magnan, need a little field experience. I want you to get over to Roolit I and take a look at these Qornt personally.”

      Magnan’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly.

      “Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?”

      “Afraid? Good lord, no, ha ha. It’s just that I’m afraid I may lose my head and do something rash if I go.”

      “Nonsense! A diplomat is immune to heroic impulses. Take Retief along. No dawdling, now! I want you on the way in two hours. Notify the transport pool at once. Now get going!”

      Magnan nodded unhappily and went into the hall.

      “Oh, Retief,” Nitworth said. Retief turned.

      “Try to restrain Mr. Magnan from any impulsive moves—in any direction.”

      II

      Retief and Magnan topped a ridge and looked down across a slope of towering tree-shrubs and glossy violet-stemmed palms set among flamboyant blossoms of yellow and red, reaching down to a strip of white beach with the blue sea beyond.

      “A delightful vista,” Magnan said, mopping at his face. “A pity we couldn’t locate the Qornt. We’ll go back now and report—”

      “I’m pretty sure the settlement is off to the right,” Retief said. “Why don’t you head back for the boat, while I ease over and see what I can observe.”

      “Retief, we’re engaged in a serious mission. This is not a time to think of sightseeing.”

      “I’d like to take a good look at what we’re giving away.”

      “See here, Retief! One might almost receive the impression that you’re questioning Corps policy!”

      “One might, at that. The Qornt have made their play, but I think it might be valuable to take a look at their cards before we fold. If I’m not back at the boat in an hour, lift without me.”

      “You expect me to make my way back alone?”

      “It’s directly down-slope—” Retief broke off, listening. Magnan clutched at his arm.

      There was a sound of crackling foliage. Twenty feet ahead, a leafy branch swung aside. An eight-foot biped stepped into view, long, thin, green-clad legs with back-bending knees moving in quick, bird-like steps. A pair