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. His Majesty is just finishing breakfast."
The king's confidential secretary and assistant, D'argent, led Tusk and Dixter down a hallway that had become known as the Gallery, for the works of contemporary art which adorned its walls. The artwork was exhibited on a rotating basis, all pieces personally selected by either the king or queen. It was a rare honor for artists to have their work selected, an honor that guaranteed them fame and fortune.
Despite their worries, both men found their steps slowed, gazes constantly shifting from one painting to another. The two had differing tastes. Dixter was fond of abstract art, preferring to find his own messages in a painting. Tusk liked, as he put it, "an apple that looks like an apple, not something that my kid barred up after dinner."
All art forms were represented in the Gallery, including sculpture, photography, tapestries, and an example of the new and highly controversial "plant" art.
"That painting's a Youll, if I'm not mistaken," Dixter said, pausing before a portrayal of a spectacular spaceplane battle between a Corasian fleet and Royal Navy forces on the frontier.
"I like that," Tusk said emphatically. "Makes you feel like you're right there."
"Doesn't it?" said Dixter dryly. He had never enjoyed spaceflight. "I prefer this."
"The Gutierrez." D'argent nodded. "Quite exquisite. A commissioned piece, actually
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