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. They'll get the publicity they seek."
"Live coverage," said Raoul, "on all the major networks."
"Is there anything else on the king's schedule?" Xris asked. "Anything near that time?"
Raoul devoured the chocolate bar, considered, consulted the Little One by tugging on the sleeve of the raincoat. The Little One responded in the negative.
"All right, everybody," Xris called, "listen up."
Jamil emerged from the shower, stood wrapped in a towel. Tycho left the head, grumbling at Harry's inability to jump into hyperspace without making everyone on board sick as something the cat dragged in. Quong sat up carefully, hung his feet over the edge of the hammock. Harry came from below. Rowan sat down on the edge of the seat beside Raoul. The Little One ceased rummaging.
Xris explained the situation. "This is our one and only shot. If we blow it, we'll never get another. I've got the beginnings of a plan, but it's not subtle. It can't be; we don't have time. The knights, as well as everyone else in the galaxy, will see us coming."
"What if the knights figure we're on to them already and stop the countdown?" Jamil asked. "After all, we did damn near take over their ship."
"All the more reason for them to act immediately," Rowan argued. "Besides, I don't think they're on to us. Look at it from their point of view. We were after our friend. We found him and took him away
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