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. His eyes narrowed, as if he were searching inside a crowded and confused closet. At that point the Little One emerged from the pack holding two bars of chocolate. He handed one to Raoul.
"Ah, yes," the Loti said softly, and lifted his gaze to Xris. "Perfect for them. Absolutely perfect." "Perfect for who?"
"The knights, of course. You said they were opposed to alien religions. In three days ..."
The Little One grunted, shook his head.
"Beg pardon." Raoul corrected himself solemnly. "In two days' time, both Their Majesties will be on Ceres to celebrate their wedding anniversary and prepare for the forthcoming birth of the heir to the throne. It is rumored that the king and queen will then participate in the ritual to dedicate the unborn child to the Goddess."
"Which," Rowan added, coming to stand behind Xris, "would infuriate the Knights of the Terra Nera. The king is formally acknowledging a religion established and developed on an alien planet. Not only that, but he's giving his child--who is a descendant of Earth, so to speak--over to this alien culture."
Xris thought it over. "It sounds plausible, but remember-we only get one chance. If we guess wrong--"
"It's more than guessing. It fits with the time frame, doesn't it?" Rowan looked at Raoul, who inclined his head in assent. "The knights have the motive and they'll have the opportunity. The crowds on Ceres will be enormous, plus every reporter in the galaxy will be in attendance
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