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He turned his head, to see Yorn Travann emerge from the concealed elevator. He grinned and lifted his drink in greeting. "I thought you'd be a little late," he said. "Everybody trying to climb onto the bandwagon?" Yorn Travann came forward, unbuckling his belt and laying it with Paul's; he sank into the chair opposite, and the robot poured him a drink. "Well, do you blame them?
The call-indicator in front of him began glowing with the code-symbol of the Minister of Security. "We can always hope, can't we? Well, Yorn Travann's trying to get me, now." "Don't keep him waiting. Maybe I can see you before the Session." She made a kissing motion with her lips at him, and blanked the screen. He flipped the switch again, and Prince Travann was on the screen.
We may be able, some day, to screen Baldur or Vishnu or Aton or Thor as easily as you screened Dorflay, up in the mountains." He thought silently for a moment. "I don't know whether that would be good or bad. But it would be new, and that's what matters. That's the only thing that matters." "Flower Festivals," Paul said, and, when Yorn Travann wanted to know what he meant, he told him.
They drank to each other, and then Yorn Travann said, "We had a lot of wild dreams, when we were boys; it looks as though we're starting to make some of them come true. You know, when we were in the University, the students would never have done what they did today. They didn't even do it ten years ago, when Vann Evaratt was dismissed."
She advanced as quickly as her sheath gown would permit, and took his arm; the ladies-in-waiting fell in behind her, and Prince Ganzay went ahead, crying: "My Lords, Your Venerable Highnesses, gentlemen; His Imperial Majesty!" Marris tightened her grip on his arm as they started forward. "Paul!" she hissed into his ear. "What is this silly story about Yorn Travann trying to seize the Throne?"
"That somebody is training a Nidhog swamp-crawler to crawl up the Octagon Tower and bite you at breakfast, I suppose. But hasn't that been going on for quite a while, sir?" "It was a gimmick in one of the cooking robots, but that's aside from the question. He's finally named the master mind behind all these nightmares of his, and who do you think it is? Yorn Travann!"
And that'll mean, eventually, an end to vote-selling, and the nonworkers'll have to find work. We'll find it for them." "Great and frightening changes." Yorn Travann laughed; he recognized the phrase. Probably started it himself. Paul lifted his glass. "To the Minister of Disturbance!" "Your Majesty!"
In an instant, they had vanished down the nearest rampway. The emperor watched their departure, and, at the same time, saw a big black aircar, bearing the three-mooned planet, argent on sable, of Travann, let down onto the south landing stage, and another troop carrier let down after it. Four men left the aircar Yorn, Prince Travann, and three officers in the black of the Security Guard.
That puzzled him; he wished he knew just what Yorn Travann was up to. "Just keep quiet about it," he advised. More aircars were arriving, big and luxurious, emblazoned with the arms of some of the most distinguished families in Asgard.
If he takes charge there at the opening of the next academic year, in ten years we'll have a thousand young men, maybe ten times that many, who won't be afraid of new things and new ideas. But the main thing is that now you have Defense, and now the plan can really start firing all jets." "Yes." Yorn Travann got out his cigarettes and lit one.
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