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. "You know the Bear. When he couldn't get through to me via the usual channels, he flew here to see me in person. 'Attempts against your life are a compliment, laddie.'" Dion imitated, as best he could, the Bear's rumbling baritone. "'It means your enemies take you seriously. Be worried when they don't threaten you!'"
"And then he laughed, broke a vase, and demolished an antique book stand." Astarte sighed, shook her head.
"It is not a laughing matter, Your Majesty," Dixter said gravely. He looked over at Tusk.
"Yes, sir." Tusk sat bolt upright. "A report came in that one of our NOROFs was attacked by a group whose descriptions match those of Xris and his commandos. They hijacked a drop ship."
"Was anyone hurt?" Dion asked.
It was Dixter who answered. "No, Your Majesty. Xris is apparently going out of his way to avoid harming people--"
"Just like I said. He's on our side," Tusk added. He caught Dixter's grim gaze, looked abashed. "Sorry, sir."
"According to the report, Xris passed along this message. Here, let me read it." Dixter removed a small computer notepad from his pocket. "'Tell the Lord Admiral that the king's life is in danger. Twenty-four hours from now. On Ceres.' That report came in eight hours ago."
Again the king and queen exchanged glances. Beyond that, neither reacted. Astarte asked, in quiet tones, for D'argent to pour her another cup of tea
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