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would have diplomatic and technical representation on that miserable
planet. I demand the right of emissarial domain, with full extraterritoriality
and time-honored immunities." The delegations rumbled enthusiastically.

"An interesting, erтАж proposal," Et Kalass said, raising his voice above the
growing bedlam. "I must discuss this with the king."

"Hear, hear, by gravity! Hold firm!" exploding pockets of dissent
shouted. Southern delegations seethed with raucous protest.

Et Kalass stood and bowed to General Talsali. The presiding officer,
surrendering to chaos, gaveled the meeting to a close. The prime minister
surged down the aisle, dragging the Hegemonic floor delegation in his wake.
Kateos routed her encrypted data files onto the net, deliberately flux-flushed
local memories, and jammed the electronic portfolio into her breast pouch.
Hands free, she galloped to the suborbital shuttle bays on the roof of the
PDF compound.

Her facile mind grappled with the implications of Tar Fell's demands.
What response was Ollant likely to give? What were the ramifications, the
protocols? What negotiation tactics should be employed? What pressures
could be brought to bear on the Thullolians?

A surprise, enormously pleasant, dispelled those troubling thoughts.
Waiting in the passenger compartment of the prime minister's shuttle,
bulbous features aglow with puckish merriment, was Master Scientist
Dowornobb, her beloved mate. The prodigious creatures slammed thick
masses together in a passionate, resounding collision. The pungent odor of
ineffable love swirled in mingling currents about them.

"Must you?" Et Kalass gasped, slipping past the groping pair. "At least
shut the hatch." The minister's voice trailed off in irritated futility as he
slipped into his private compartment. Circulating fans thrummed into life
and then kicked into high.

"My love!" Dowornobb caressed her cheek. "It has been so long."

"Too long, my dearest." Kateos inhaled deeply, palming moist eyes with
a meaty hand. Her mate's symphony of scents was exquisitely toxic. His
sinuses fluttered audibly with passion, resonating with her own.

"The old tyrant keeps you traveling," Dowornobb moaned. "Every time I
descend from the power laboratories, you are busy translating for some
exotic negotiation or some trade treaty."

"Twice! Twice you have come down from orbit," she sniped. "It is a good
thing I am busy, or else I would be jealous of your great projects. But how
come you to be here? I thought you were making progress."

"Modest progress." Dowornobb nodded, falling heavily on the lounge.