Slowly he drooped his head, and sat there considering, weighing, chin on breast.

Then he nodded, muttering, "Yes," and again, "Yes." He looked up, to face them.
"Listen," he cried.

"You may be right.

The risks may be too heavy.
Whether or not, I have thought of a better way.

That which should have been the real attack shall be no more than a feint.