The governor threw himself into his chair, stewing.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“It’s strange,” a voice said.
“Did you smell anything on him?” Ennius asked.
“No.”
“That’s it? You have nothing else for me?”
The blue eyes materialized in front of the desk. A staticky, holographic image of a white dragon hovered in the office. His scales were like a flurry of snow and his face was beginning to wrinkle around the snout.
“You don’t need me to tell you that your nephew is obviously up to something, do you?” the dragon asked.
The governor banged the desk. He turned on a television and watched the news with the bog incident onscreen. “Some inside information would be nice. You’re a dragon, after all.”
“And you’re the head of state.”
“When I put you through Abstraction, it was suppose
