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Xris had been one of the envied few invited to attend the coronation. Dion Starfire, the embodiment of hope for a war-toru galaxy, kneeling at the foot of the archbishop, pledging himself to serve the people, to dedicate his life to that service.
And Xris remembered another time--a time tinged with smoke, hot with fire, soaked in blood. The time he'd seen Dion Starfire work a miracle.
And then there was the king's wife, the beautiful Astarte.
Xris shook his head irritably. He was spending far too much time these days tromping down memory lane.
"But who are these people?" Jamil sounded irritated. "I've asked twice now."
"The Knights of the Terra Nera," Xris read, flipping through the printout.
"Sounds pretty hokey to me," Jamil observed.
"Nothing on them," Xris said. "I wonder--"
"I can still get into the bureau's files," Rowan offered.
Xris regarded her silently. She flushed beneath his gaze.
"I needed to keep track of the Hung," she said defensively. "What they were doing. Who was in prison. Who was out."
"I take it the bureau doesn't know you're rifling through their secret files?"
She shook her head.
"Go ahead, then. See what you can dig up on these knights--if anything."
Rowan went down to the bridge. A moment later, he heard her conversing with the computer.
"I'll ... just go along with her. See if she needs some help," Harry added, blushing
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