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. Warden, news anchor for GNN, who had been in a heated discussion with Captain Cato, paused, turned to see what was going on. Warden said something to his cameraman, who lifted the vidcam, focused in on the Royal Guard and Lord Admiral Dixter.
Glancing through a dangling drape, Raoul caught a glimpse of the expression on Dixter's face--helpless, frustrated.
Raoul knew just how the man felt. "How will we ever get to the king now?" he asked his small companion.
The Little One had some idea in mind, perhaps, for he dragged Raoul out from under the opposite end of the scaffolding and plunged back into the crowd. Raoul tripped mincingly along behind his friend, keeping up a running stream of apologies.
"I beg your pardon, madam. So sorry, sir. We must get through. Urgent information. I adore your dress, my dear. Is it an original or a copy? Are you quite sure? It's a copy," he said in an undertone to the Little One.
His friend growled impatiently, pulled Raoul along so fast that he nearly stepped out of his pumps.
"Where are we going?" Raoul demanded.
The Little One pointed, indicated his plan. Raoul blinked, astounded at the idea. The more he considered it, the better he liked it.
"GNN! News anchor James M. Warden. His Majesty undoubtedly has avid machine in the limo. We will get ourselves on camera and issue the warning that way! James M. Warden will certainly not allow anyone to shoot us--at least until after the interview
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