by“Your Majesty!”
D’hai Merssu, Emperor of All the Suns, Protector of the Galaxy, looked up calmly as his prime minister burst into the room. His lean, brooding face did not change expression as he watched the pale and perspiring man cross the flagstoned floor with a sharp, nervous patter of leather.
“Gently, Tors, gently,” he said quietly, his eyes mocking under their overhang of dark eyebrow. “You’re Prime Minister now—remember that. A prime minister doesn’t come blundering into the palace looking as though the sky was falling. It creates unrest in the population. Try to remember that we’re no longer a pair of obscure rabblerousers, trying to overthrow the Crown. We are the Crown now. Try to act like it.”
are“D’hai, the sky is falling!” Tors burst out unheedingly, “I have word that th
