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. "Quickly!"
The Little One took hold of his friend's hand, helped him to his feet.
Tottering on weak knees, Raoul stumbled toward the limo. Only a step away, he fell, unable to walk farther. The Lord Admiral caught hold of him, eased him into the vehicle, where Raoul collapsed thankfully onto one of the leather seats. The Little One clambered inside after his friend.
"Your Majesties," said Dixter gravely. "I have the honor of presenting the Ambassador from Adonia and his aide."
Lying sprawled across the seat, Raoul waved a graceful hand to the king, smiled charmingly at the queen, and fainted.
Dion looked at Raoul, looked back at Dixter.
Dixter nodded, grimaced, jerked a thumb at the crowd, the news media.
"I understand," Dion said gravely. "Thank you, my lord."
The Lord Admiral slammed shut the limo door.
"Drive on," His Majesty commanded.
CHAPTER 41
Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result.
Sir Winston Spencer Churchill, The Malakend Field Force
Xris woke to the touch of a soft hand on his good hand. "Marjorie," he said dreamily, and gave the hand an affectionate squeeze.
Then pain bunled through the ragged edges of whatever drug he'd been given; memory returned. He jerked his hand away. The other hand released his.
Xris opened his eyes and stared into the widely grinning, hairy face of Bear Olefsky
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