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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.
A young lieutenant of the Household Troops appeared in it, and had to be reassured. He got General Dorflay. "Your Majesty! You are all right?" "Perfectly all right, general, and it's quite safe to bring His Imperial Highness in. The conspiracy against the Throne has been crushed." "Oh, thank the gods! Is Prince Travann a prisoner?" "Quite the contrary, general.
Prince Travann stopped to light a cigarette. "At this point, Professor Dandrik ordered the experiment stopped, and Professor Faress insisted on continuing. When Dandrik ordered the apparatus dismantled, Faress became rather emotional about it obscenely abusive and threatening, according to Dandrik.
Paul felt his eyebrows lift in surprise. "That's quite too much and too little, Prince Ganzay," he said. "With your permission, I'll elaborate. Don't think that I suspect Prince Travann of any childish pranks with elevators or viewscreens or cooking-robots," the Prime Minister hastened to disclaim, "but I definitely do suspect him of treasonous ambitions.
Like the Navy, the Army had been scattered all over the Empire on Behemoth and Amida and Xipetotec and Astarte and Jotunnheim in response to calls for support from Security. "Let's have a look at this rioting, Prince Travann," one of the less decrepit Counselors, a retired general, said. "I want to see how your people are handling it."
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!"
Isn't even a full professor, and he got his degree from some school away off-planet. University of Brannerton on Gimli." "Were you a pupil of Professor Vann Evaratt?" Prince Travann asked sharply. "Why, yes, sir. "Ha, no wonder!" Dandrik crowed. "Your Majesty, that man's an out-and-out charlatan!
And does Your Majesty know that most of this armament is massed within fifteen minutes' flight-time of this Palace? Or that Prince Travann has at his disposal from two and a half to three times, in men and firepower, the combined strength of the Planetary Militia and the Imperial Army on this planet?" "I know. It has my approval.
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.
Going into the study, he went to his desk; Count Tammsan lit a cigarette and puffed nervously, and sat down as though he were afraid the chair would collapse under him. Prince Travann sank into another chair and relaxed, closing his eyes. There was a bit of wafer on the floor by Paul's chair, dropped by the little dog that morning.
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