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. Warden watched the continuing procession of dignitaries with bored eyes. The cameraman was filming a group of children armed with flowers to be presented to the queen.
"Cute, aren't they?" Warden said to his producer.
"Yeah." The woman didn't glance at them.
"It will make a nice opener."
"I'll see that it feeds to editing. Any idea why the Lord Admiral's here?"
"I've got someone on it."
The producer nodded and left.
The dignitaries were becoming increasingly important. The cameraman switched his cam from the children to the new arrivals. Warden nodded affably at these, occasionally waved his hand. The greetings were either returned warmly or not returned at all. depending on what he'd last reported about the individual in question.
Many people remained yet to be seated, when Warden noted heads turning, the minor officials--relegated to the back--craning their necks to see what was going on. Whispers swept through the crowd. "The king and queen are arriving," reported an assistant. Warden had already glimpsed the sleek limojet with its massive armor plating and steelglass windows. A private area for the interview had been set up beneath a canopy. It was provided with comfortable chairs and even a refreshment table. The Royal Guard had the canopy cordoned off, was now scanning the chilled fruit for poison. Warden could hear the faint hum presaging a break in the electronic net
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