Chapter 7

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Dr. Dmitri Erland perched on the edge of his hotel bed, 

 with the worn cotton quilt polling around his ankles. 

 All his attention was on the battered netscreen on the

 wall, the one where the sound cut out randomly and 

the picture liked to tremble and flicker at inopportune 

moments.

Unlike the last time a Lunar representative had come 

 to Earth, this time the arrival was being internationally

 broadcast. 

 This time, there was no hiding the purpose of the visit.

Her Majesty, the Queen, had gotten what she wanted. 

 She was going to become empress.

Though Queen Levana herself would not be arriving 

 until closer to the ceremony date, Thaumaturge Aimery 

 Park, as one of her closest lackeys—er, advisers—was

 coming early as a show of "goodwill" to the people

 of the Commonwealth and planet Earth. 

 That, and to ensure all wedding arrangements 

 were being made to suit Her Majesty's preferences,

 no doubt.

The shimmering white spaceship with its decorative

 runes had still showed no sign of opening. 

 A journalist from the African union was droning on

 and on in the background about trivial wedding and

coronation details—how many diamonds were in the

 empress's crown, the length of the aisle, the number 

 of expected guests, and of course, yet another 

 mention that Prime Minister Kaman herself had 

 selected as the ceremony's officiant.

He was glad for one thing to result from this engage-

ment, at least.

All this ballyhoo had taken the media's attention

 off Miss Cinder. 

 He'd hoped that she would have had the sense to 

 take this serendipitous distraction and come

 find him, quickly, but that had not yet happened. 

 He was growing impatient and more than a little

 worried for the girl, but there was nothing he

 could do but wait patiently in this forsaken desert

and continue with his research and plan for the day

 when all his hard work would finally come fruition.

Growing bored of the broadcast, Dr. Erland removed his

 spectacles and spent a moment huffing on them and

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