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". . . Then report to me in the Yellow Room, to let me know it's been
done," she continued, "and I'll give you additional instruictions at that
time."
"Consider it done," he replied, and he hurried off.
"Merlin, Llewella," Vialle said, beginning to rise, "come help me
entertain them while arrangements are being made."
I gulped my last bite of dessert and got to my feet: I did not really
feel like talking to a diplomat and his party, but I was handy and it was
one of life's little duties.
"Uh. . . . What are they here for, anyway?" I asked.
"Some sort of protest over what we've been doing in Kashfa," she
replied. "They've never been friendly with Kashfa, but I'm not sure now
whether they're here to protest Kashfa's possible admission to the Golden
Circle or whether they're upset about our interfering in Kashfa's domestic
affairs. It could be they're afraid they'll lose business with such a close
neighbor suddenly enjoying the same preferred trade status they have. Or it
may be they had different plans for Kashfa's throne and we just foreclosed
them. Maybe.both. Whatever. . . . We can't tell them anything we don't
know."
"I just wanted to know what subjects to avoid," I said. "All of the
above,'' she answered.
``I was wondering the same thing myself," Llewella said. "I was also
wondering, though, whether they might have any useful information on Dalt
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