The Little Man had a name. Once in his own tiny spacecraft and
surrounded by his cohorts, he was addressed in his own semi-speech,
semimental means of communications.
"You have succeeded, Toralen Ki?"
"As best I can."
"Not perfect?" asked Hotang Lu.
"As long as the lack of communications exists, there can be no transfer
of real detailed intelligence between the two races. They have no
mental power of communication at all, of course, and since we use our
mental power when we wish to carry over a plan or abstract thought, we
fail when we are confronted as we are now. There are no words in our
audible tongue that have the proper semantic meaning."
"But you did succeed in part?"
"I have succeeded so far as gaining their co-operation. They will
assign to me or to us, rather, the necessary personnel and material to
complete the task."
"Then we have succeeded."
"In a sense. To carry this concept over was most difficult. As long as
we have their consent, everything will work out in time."
"You have succeeded in convincing them that the Opposites must be used?"