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"Well, I think we ought to find out, first of all, why Professor Faress was dismissed," Prince Travann said. "It will take a good deal to convince me that any teacher able to inspire such loyalty in his students is a bad teacher, or deserves dismissal."
Those alterations were made by roboticists from the Ministry of Security; they were installing an adaptation of a device used in the criminalistics-labs, to insure more uniform measurements. They'd done that already for Prince Travann, the Minister, and he'd recommended it to me." That was a shame, spoiling poor Harv Dorflay's murder plot.
"I think it has blown up in his face," Prince Travann said quietly. "Professor, have you any theory, or supposition, or even any wild guess, as to how this anticipation effect occurs?" "Yes, Your Highness.
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.
"I daresay they'll be interesting. Send them to me in full, and red-star them, if you please, Prince Travann." He went back to the reports. The Ministry of Science and Technology had sent up a lengthy one. The only trouble with it was that everything reported was duplication of work that had been done centuries before. Well, no. A Dr.
"I notice you'll be at the Bench luncheon. Do you think you could invite our guests, too? We could have an informal presentation before it starts. Can do? Good. I'll be seeing you there." When the screen was blanked, he returned to the reports, ran them off hastily to make sure that nothing had been red-starred, and called a robot to clear the projector. After a while, Prince Travann called again.
The Minister of Security nodded, then turned back to the Minister of Economics. They talked for a few moments longer, then clasped hands, and Travann left Duklass with his face wreathed in smiles. The Gendarme officer accompanied him as he approached. "Your Majesty, this is Colonel Handrosan, the officer who handled the affair at the University." "And a very good piece of work, colonel."
Prince Ganzay had also left the table: he came from one direction as Prince Travann advanced from the other. They converged on the emperor. "What's happening here, Prince Travann?" Prince Ganzay demanded. "Why are you bringing all these troops to the Palace?" "Your Majesty," Prince Travann said smoothly, "I trust that you will pardon this disturbance.
The assumption that Prince Travann is stupid enough to want the Throne." He had to terminate the conversation himself and blank the screen. Viktor Ganzay was still staring at him in shocked incredulity when his image vanished. Viktor Ganzay could not imagine anybody not wanting the Throne, not even the man who had to sit on it.
"Are you intimating, Prince-Counselor, that Prince Travann is contemplating some tyrannical or subversive use of such power?" Count Tammsan, of all people, demanded. There was a concerted gasp at that; about half the Plenary Session were absolutely sure that he was. Admiral Geklar backed quickly away from the question. "Prince Travann will not be the last Minister of Security," he said.
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