He said, impatiently, “Look, Tog, we can go into this further, later. Let’s get back to New Delos. What happened?”
Tog said, “The very foundation of their theocracy is the belief on the part of the populace that the God-King is immortal. No man conspires against his Deity. Supervisor Jakes informed me that it is understood by UP Intelligence, that about once every twenty years the priesthood secretly puts in a new God-King. Plastic surgery would guarantee facial resemblance, and, of course, the rank and file citizen would probably never be allowed close enough to discover that their God-King seemed different every couple of decades. At any rate, it’s been working for some time.”
“And there’s been no revolt against this religious aristocracy?”
She shook her head. “Evidently not. It takes
