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. And now we are supposed to alert someone to His Majesty's danger and advise them that they should remove him from the vehicle."
The Little One shook his head gloomily.
"You are right, my friend. That will not be easy."
The chariot had set them down on the temple steps, away from the crush of the panicking crowd below, but not much closer to their goal. Up here, they were just two more dignitaries. And the dignitaries were actually causing more trouble than the mobs, for the dignitaries not only needed to be protected, but reassured, coddled, mollified, soothed, and/or placated. The various governors and parliamentarians and vid stars, mingled with priests and priestesses, all lunged about aimlessly, bumping into one another like ships caught in an asteroid field, never going where they were told, always ending up where they weren't wanted.
The king and queen, ensconced in the Royal Limo, surrounded by armed guards and now by a gathering contingent of media, remained as far from Raoul as any star in the firmament.
"I could attempt to speak to the Royal Guard, but I have grave doubts that they will believe me," Raoul continued. "In fact, my warning them about the danger to the king would look extremely suspicious. The real Adonian ambassador would be worried about only one thing at a time like this--saving himself."
The Little One scanned the crowd from beneath the rim of the fedora
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