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. He jabbed one small finger in the direction of the Royal Guard.
Raoul lifted a plucked eyebrow. "Ah, yes. Captain Cato. True, he would undoubtedly recognize us in connection with our erstwhile employment with our erstwhile employer, Snaga Ohme. I have the distinct feeling, however, that such recognition would result in our being immediately incarcerated."
The Little One, standing on one foot, weighed the force of this argument and was evidently inclined to agree. He crossed his small arms over his chest and shook his head.
"The king and queen know us and have reason to feel kindly toward us," Raoul continued. "But to reach Their Majesties, we have to penetrate the ranks of the Royal Guard, who do not Blow us and who have no reason to feel anything whatsoever about us except that we are, perhaps, better dressed than most people here. Still, we must do what we can. I--"
The Little One began hopping up and down, pointing frantically.
Raoul peered through the crowd. He grabbed the Little One's hand in excitement. "General Dixter! I mean--Lord Admiral Dixter. He knows us! And he actually likes us!"
Raoul pulled his handkerchief from his handbag, began to wave it in the air. "General Dixter! Yoo-hool I mean Lord Admiral Dixter! Xris sent us! We--" The Little One whipped around, trod hard on Raoul's foot. Raoul clapped his hand over his mouth, but it was too late
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