Sir, said Sir Bors, ye shall not go this night by my counsel.
But I counsel you, ask Sir Bors, and he will not refuse you.
That night Bors rested him there; and in his sleep there came a voice to him and bad him go to the sea.
"In licking the boots of all Mekinese," said Bors in an icy tone.
When night came, Lancelot told Bors, who dwelt with him, that he had a fancy to go and speak with the queen.
"You're using Talents, Incorporated information," objected Bors.
The broadcast was not incitement to revolt, because Bors's ship was posing as the only survivor of a planet's fleet.
Bors waited until the king thumped on the table for silence.
"I shall not fail you," said Bors, hot with the pain of his wound.
Bors said sardonically, "We can all commit suicide, of course!"