〃No； no！〃 cried Madison。 〃Not here！ This is a public audience hall！〃
Teenie smiled。 She said； 〃I know。 And the audience will be here soon。 Bye…bye； Madison。 If you ever get back to Earth； say hello to Broadway。〃
Madison knelt there； suffering。 He ignored the dismissal。 Somehow； some way； he would make her listen to his plea； but right now she seemed to be well on the way to destroying her public image。 The huge entrance doors weren't even closed！
The first little boy was looking down； grinning。
Teenie reached her hand out。
Madison stared。 He was horrified。 〃Teenie！ What are you doing？ Don't make that boy into a queer！ Take that out of your mouth！〃
Teenie leaned back and looked in disdain at Madison。 〃They're not being made into queers； idiot。 They'll be top…grade catamites when I'm done。 It's still early and
I'm just playing around waiting for the audience。 You should see what happens then！〃
He could see liveried people watching for her bidding in the halls。 She was really going to destroy herself before she could be of any possible use to him！ He said hastily in English； 〃Teenie； don't perform sexual acts in public！ The thing you did there is not socially acceptable！ Not even in front of the help！ What will the servants think？〃
She looked at him； annoyed。 In English； she said； 〃What will they think？ Listen； mister； they're so glad to have a live body in the place； they'll put up with anything。 They don't get paid in this palace unless they're serving royalty。 And you ought to hear the tales they tell about Queen Hora。 In the time of their grandfathers she had a new lover every night！ And in just the short time I've been here they're saying the good old days are back。 What do they think； indeed！〃 She was angry now and shouting； still in English。 〃Go ahead and raise your voice to me and you'll see what these servants think of me！ They'll slaughter you！〃
Madison was suddenly chilled。 A hand settled on his right shoulder。 He glanced sideways in fear。 A man in silver livery was standing there； scowling at him with ferocity！
A hand settled on his left shoulder。 He whipped his head in that direction。 A second glowering man in silver was there。 And both these brutes were carrying strange； sharp axes！
〃Your Majesty；〃 said the first one to Teenie； 〃this man has provoked you in your own palace。 Would you care to conduct his trial and execution now or would you prefer to wait until after this evening's ceremonies？〃
Teenie considered it。 Then she reached for her Earth purse and looked at her Mickey Mouse watch。 〃Shattering ets！〃 she said in Voltarian。 〃I'm running late！〃 She glanced toward the men。 〃I can't be bothered with him now。 Sergeants； shove him in a chair over there and tie him up。〃 She grabbed her purse and yelled in the general direction of other servants； 〃Get this hall ready fast！〃 and raced off up a stairway of gold。
The sergeants pushed Madison backwards across the room and plunked him down in a metal chair。 They clamped some shackles on him and bound him there solidly。 One of them gave the chains a final yank； unnecessarily hard。 〃You must be crazy mad； you fool； to insult our queen。 She's the most wonderful thing that's happened here in centuries and you just made yourself a lot of enemies。 So sit quietly！ Not another word out of you。 Hammer；〃 he said to the other guard； 〃you better stay here so you can prevent some other staff from sneaking up and cutting this （bleep's） throat。〃 He turned back to Madison。 〃Insulting Queen Teenie！〃 And he spat straight in Madison's face！
Madison cringed。 He had not thought he could get any lower。 And as the spittle dripped down his cheek； he reposed his obituary。 He added a line：
Body taken to the local garbage dump。
Chapter 6
The hall resounded with the sounds of hurrying staff who dashed about setting up the place。 They roped off two large areas； one with red ropes； the other with blue。 Before them they left an open expanse。 About five hundred square feet of it was suddenly underlit so that it glowed and shimmered。 The whole ceiling turned into a blue haze； much like a summer sky。
Two liveried footmen raced out； pushing a big vertical board on wheels。 Two more； with the sound of thunder； pushed into view a massive golden throne all covered with sparkling jewels。 The seat was twelve feet above the floor； reached by scarlet steps。 They placed it in front of the open expanse； across from the ropes。
There was a rumble。 On the wall； over to the right of the throne； ten feet above the floor； a whole section moved outward to form a balcony that was a stage。 Eight musicians with strange instruments were already in place； adjusting their equipment： they were dressed in shimmering yellow clothing that sparked other colors each time they moved。
A dozen silver…liveried men with axes on tall handles marched in smartly and took positions at the ends of the roped areas and on either side of the throne。
As quickly as they had appeared； the hurrying staff vanished； leaving only the silent musicians and guards。 The stillness； after all that noise； was almost like a blow。
There were then some murmurings and footsteps ing from the main entrance stairs。
Madison tried to fish in his pocket； hopeful that he had a kleenex so he could wipe his face； wet with spittle that was too much like tears。
〃Sit still！〃 snarled Hammer and blocked his motion with the axe。 Madison froze： little chains of sparks were racing up and down that blade； giving off the odor of ozone。 He recoiled： It wasn't just a ceremonial axe as he had thought…it was an electric weapon。 Gods knew what it would do！ Would the sparks jump？ He hoped it wouldn't touch his chains： it could electrocute him！ He let the spittle drip。 Maybe they were tears now； for he certainly felt like crying。 In all of his career as a PR； he had never felt quite so dejected…except maybe that time he had accidentally wrecked the country of Patagonia； or perhaps that afternoon he had icily been dismissed by the president of an international airline Rockecenter had told him to PR； or possibly the dreadful day the presidential candidate Bury had given him as a client suddenly announced he had gone insane。 Unaccountable failures dogged his life。 He certainly hoped that somehow he would not fail again on Heller： it was his only hope。 Or did he have any hope left； sitting here in this overwhelming hall waiting on the whim of a juvenile delinquent from New York？ Would that little pathological liar and infant con artist really try him and sentence him to death？ He decided she would。 Maybe if he threatened to expose her and tell these Voltarians that 〃movie queen〃 was just an expression； not royalty。。。。 Oh； no！ They would kill him if he even so much as looked like he was being critical。 She had even taken care of that！ He could think of no way to reach her。 Actual tears began to mix with the spit。
He became aware that small groups of boys had been ing in the vast front door。 They were being greeted by two bowing seneschals in silver and then directed toward the roped areas by polite ushers。 The boys were beautifully dressed； some flashier than others。 In the main they were handsome or pretty； and a few wore powder and paint。 They all had belts with a shining metal plate which hugely； in Voltarian； said Page。 They appeared to range in age from eight to fifteen； but one couldn't really tell with these long…lived people。 There must be two hundred of them here by now； and laggards still sauntered in。
At last a seneschal with a list gave a signal and the giant front doors closed。 Another scanned the roped areas： the larger number of boys were behind the red ropes； a smaller； better…dressed number were behind the blue。
An usher gave a signal to one of the seneschals； who pushed a button on his livery。
A spotlight went on； striking at the top of the golden stairs。
Four heralds closed across the bottom of the balustrade。 They raised what must be battle horns。 A chorded blast struck the hall。
And in the spotlight glare at the stairway top stood Teenie！
She had a golden crown upon her head； ponytail sticking out behind。 She wore a scarlet military coat with golden frogs： it gripped her neck with its high collar and fell away to her black…booted heels。 In her ha