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ideal. Long ago, a royal court and a well-groomed King had been manufactured to give the commercial
government a face and a heart.
As with his five predecessors, King Frederick existed to be seen and revered. His court was filled with
gorgeous clothing, polished stone, rich fabrics, tapestries, artworks, jewels, and sculptures. He awarded
medals, threw celebrations, and kept the people happy with a benevolent sharing of the Hansa's wealth.
Frederick had everything he could ever need or want . . . except independence and freedom.
Basil had once told him, "Humans have a tendency to abdicate their decision-making to charismatic
figures. That way they force others to take responsibility, and they can blame their problems upward in a
hierarchy." He had pointed to the King, who was so weighed down with finery that he could barely
walk. "If you follow that to its logical conclusion, any society will end up with a monarchy, given
enough time and choice."
After forty-six years on the throne, Frederick could barely remember his younger life or his original
name. He had seen significant changes in the Hanseatic League during his reign, but little of it had been
his own doing. Now he felt the burden of his years.
The King could hear the rush of fountains, the hum of dirigibles, the roar of the ever-swelling crowds in
the royal plaza below waiting for him to address them from his favorite speaking balcony. The
Archfather of Unison was already leading them in familiar scripted prayers, but even as the crowds
followed along, eager citizens pressed forward, hoping for a glimpse of their splendid monarch.
Frederick wanted to remain inside as long as possible.
After its construction in the early days of Terran expansion, the gigantic ceremonial residence had
rendered visitors speechless with awe-hence, its name: the Whisper Palace. Always-lit cupolas and
domes were made of glass panels crisscrossed with gilded titanium support braces. The site had been
chosen in the sunny, perfect weather of the North American west coast, in what had once been southern
California. The Palace was larger than any other building on Earth, vast enough to swallow ten cities the
size of Versailles. Later, after the Hansa had encountered the jaw-dropping architecture in the Ildiran
Empire, the Whisper Palace had been expanded further, just to keep up.
At the moment, though, the beauty around him could not keep Frederick's mind occupied as he
impatiently waited to hear from Basil at distant Oncier. "Momentous events do not happen in an instant,"
he said, as if convincing himself. "Today we mean to set the course of history."
A court chamberlain rang an Ildiran crystal-alloy gong. Instantly, in response to the sound, the King
donned an eager but paternal smile, a practiced kindly expression that exuded warm confidence.
With the fading musical vibrations, he strode down the royal promenade toward his expansive speaking
balcony. Out of habit, the King looked at an ultraclear crystalline mirror mounted in an alcove. He
caught his expression, the not-quite-hidden weariness in his eyes, a few new wrinkles that only he could
see. How much longer would Basil let him play this role, before he passed beyond "paternal" and into
"doddering"? Maybe the Hansa would let him retire soon.
The great solar doors spread open, and the King paused to take a deep breath, squaring his shoulders.
Ambassador Otema, the ancient green priest from the forested planet of Theroc, stood beside her
shoulder-high worldtree sapling in its ornate planter. Through the sentient worldforest network, Otema
could establish an instant communication link with the far-off technical observation platform.
He gave one brisk clap of his hands. "It is time. We must transmit a message that I, King Frederick,
grant my permission for this wondrous test to begin. Tell them to proceed with my blessing."
Otema gave a formal bow. The stern ambassador had so many status tattoos on her face and her skin was
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