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"HelpY Help me! Help! Police! Help!"
The Adonian was a dazzling spectacle in his glittering doublet and golden hose and breeches. His golden cape caught the wind, bill0wed around him. Jewels and sequins glittered in bright sunlight. He might have been another sun, fallen to the ground.
Just when it seemed to the harried police that they were finally getting the situation under control and the mob was starting to disperse, they noticed a crowd beginning to form around a flamboyantly dressed Adonian screaming for help on a concrete wall.
The police moved in quickly.
"Get down from there? one policeman demanded, bringing his chariot level with Raoul. "Move along or you'll find yourself in jail!" Raoul shoved the sheaf of papers at the startled cop. "I'm the Ambassador from AdoniaY" Raoul gasped breathlessly. "My aide and I were supposed to be among the dignitaries attending the king, but we became separated from the group when the revolt started."
"There's no revolt," the policeman said swiftly. Too swiftly.
Raoul nodded gravely. "My lips are sealed. But you must understand that I fear for my life and that of my aide. I demand that you take us to a place of safety. The nearest would be the temple, I presume." Raoul's painted eyelids fluttered. "I request the protection of the Royal Guard."
The policeman examined the credentials, which appeared authentic, down to the silver wax seal and the red ribbons
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