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. Then you tell them that it was all a mistake and you're sorry and oh, by the way, you've discovered a bunch of knights from old Earth who are planning to microwave the king."
"And they send you to the loony planet for twenty years or so," Harry added, grinning. "Not much of a plan, Xris."
"It won't save His Majesty," Quong pointed out. "You yourself said he gets threats like this every day. We're the only ones who know that this threat is real. That these people are both willing and able to put it into action."
"And it may not save you, Xris," Rowan added softly. "Especially if what you predict actually comes to pass. They'll blame you--and they'll execute you."
"I suppose you want to go after these characters yourselves," Xris said, looking around. One by one, they all nodded.
"I will abide by the decision of the majority." Raoul yawned. Pillowing his head on the Little One's small lap, the Adonian was almost immediately asleep.
Xris suddenly realized how tired he was, bone-hurting, muscle-aching tired. The rest of the team, he guessed, were in much the same condition. They were all casting envious glances at the slumbering Raoul.
"How much time have we got?"
Rowan consulted her watch. "Fifty-eight hours. About two and a half days."
"String up the hammocks," Xris ordered. "We'll get some rest while we can. Odds are we won't be getting much later
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