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. And even then, I suppose someone could blow up the planet."
He tossed the crumpled sage leaves back into the soil, much in the manner of a man scattering flowers over a grave. Then, wiping his hands and clasping them behind his back, he turned around.
"We thank you for your trouble, my lord, Commander Tusca. But today's trip to Ceres is most important, both to Her Majesty and myself. We will not cancel it, nor can we alter arrangements that have been months in the planning and preparation. The diplomatic consequences alone would be disastrous. We will, however, pass your concerns on to the captain of the Royal Guard. Captain Cato will be in contact with your office to receive the details."
"Unfortunately, we don't have a lot of details, Your Majesty," Dixter said ruefully. "That's part of the problem. I'd feel better if I knew what we were up against. But ... we still have sixteen hours .... "
He motioned to Tusk. The two prepared to leave, well aware that the interview was at end.
"Keep a lookout, kid," Tusk said in an undertone, gripping Dion's arm.
"I will, Tusk," Dion said softly. "Thanks."
"God bless and keep both Your Majesties." Dixter bowed.
"He does, my lord," Dion responded. "He does."
"The king's death will appear extremely mysterious. The weapon will leave hardly any trace. Not even the most careful autopsy, performed by someone who is familiar with the unusual genetic makeup of Blood Royal, would reveal the true cause of death, since the micromachines will all be destroyed
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