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"Well, that's true enough, anyway, Sir," Hofschulte agreed after a moment. "On the other hand, the Duke wasn't the Princess, if you'll pardon my saying so. He was a hell of a lot easier to protect than she's likely to be."
"I know," Griggs agreed glumly. Actually, Ruth was normally quite popular with the royal family's protective details. Everyone liked her a great deal, and she was always cheerful and—like most Wintons, whether by birth or adoption—never snotty to the uniformed people responsible for keeping her alive. Unfortunately, the detail also knew all about the princess' ambition to pursue a career in espionage. Anton Zilwicki's presence gave a certain added emphasis to that ambition, and hobnobbing with Anti-Slavery League activists in a situation as politically complex as the Stein funeral was likely to prove was not something any sane bodyguard commander wanted to contemplate. Worse yet—
"How old did you say Ms. Zilwicki is, Sir?" Hofschulte asked, and Griggs chuckled sourly at the proof that her thoughts were paralleling his own.
"Seventeen, actually," he said, and watched the sergeant wince.
"Wonderful... Sir," she muttered. "I'd kind of hoped she might, ah, exercise a restraining influence on the Princess," she added rather forlornly.
"It would be nice if someone would," Griggs agreed. Ruth Winton was a perfectly nice young woman, with an exquisite i
And no one who knew her could possibly doubt even for a moment that she was already busily plotting and scheming to make the most of her escape from Mount Royal Palace to someplace as... interesting as Erewhon.
The only real difference between her and the Zilwicki girl is that the extra six T-years have probably only made her even sneakier and more cu
"Well, at least we'll have Zilwicki along to help ride herd on both of them," he observed in a voice of determined cheer.
"Oh, that makes me feel lots better, Sir," Hofschulte snorted. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't he the guy who went out and hunted up the Audubon Ballroom when he needed a little extracurricular muscle?"
"Well, yes," Griggs admitted.
"Wonderful," Hofschulte repeated, and shook her head. But then, suddenly, she gri
"At least it won't be boring, Sir."
"Boredom is certainly one thing we won't have to worry about," Griggs agreed with another chuckle. "Actually, I think we're all going to deserve the Spitting Kitty for this one, Sergeant. Riding herd on the Princess, a seventeen-year-old pretending to be the Princess, an ASL intellectual, and the Star Kingdom's most notorious ex-spook, all in the middle of a three-ring circle like the Stein funeral on a planet like Erewhon ?" He shook his head. "Spitting Kitty time for sure."
"I hope not, Sir!" Hofschulte replied with a laugh.
The "Spitting Kitty" was the Queen's Own's nickname for the Adrie
"Oh, well," he said finally. "I guess it could be worse. We could be taking Princess Joa
They looked at one another, each envisioning what the inclusion of the Queen's younger daughter would have done to the already frightening mix, and shuddered in perfect unison.