ld shackles。
〃These；〃 said Spurt； 〃are left over from the ancient Teon sea people。 I've only been down here once； when a courtier sixty years ago lost a pet snug。 These dungeons scared me half to death。 Could I ask Your Majesty to withdraw from such an awful place？〃
Teenie was testing the remains of a door on one of the holes。 〃This has got to be repaired；〃 she said。
〃Oh； yes； Your Majesty；〃 said Spurt。 〃We'll clean it all up。〃
〃No；〃 said Teenie。 〃Leave it as filthy and awful as possible。 I only want it fixed so no one can ever get out。 And repair those torture implements； too。〃
Madison could stand it no longer。 〃Teenie； what ARE you up to？〃 he said in English。
〃This；〃 she said； 〃is all for Gris。〃
〃Gris？〃
〃Yes！ The moment I heard torture dungeons existed over here； I had to e at once。 They're torture dungeons； all right。 A real horror picture。 They'll do just fine。 I am going to put Gris right there in that hole and then every day for the rest of his life I am going to torture him and hear him scream and blubber and beg。 I'll carve on him for years and years！〃
〃Wait a minute； Teenie。 You haven't got Gris。 He's in the Royal Courts and Prison！〃
Teenie； in the torchlight； fixed him with an awful smile。 〃That's my military campaign。 Queen Hora kept her regiment here。 I'm going to smuggle them out and in the dark of night I'm going to storm the Royal Prison and get Gris！〃
〃Teenie； you can't ask that of anyone。 It would be death to try！〃
〃The men of the regiment were all Flisten nobles； sworn to give their lives at the whim of their queen。 In each generation； only the strongest of their descendants were permitted to join the regiment。 You are going to get me the arms and transport！ And I am going to get Gris！〃
〃Teenie；〃 said Madison in shock。 〃Teenie； listen to me。 I can get Gris brought to trial。 It will take a long time and lots of work。 I can hammer away in the media； try him in the press and absolutely force them to try him。 And；〃 he added in desperation； for his whole plan for Heller depended upon it； 〃I can guarantee the trial will go on and on！ He'd suffer mentally no end！〃
〃That isn't the suffering I want to see；〃 said Teenie。 〃I want him right here under my sharpest knife。 For years。〃
Real desperation seized Madison。 He could see them both being killed。 〃Teenie； what if somehow I arranged it to get him sentenced at the trial and into your custody？〃
〃I'd have to wait too long；〃 said Teenie。 She turned to the governor and began to give minute orders about the cell and the torture chamber and the implements。 It took her quite a while。
A radio crackled on the guard captain's belt。 It was the major…domo。 〃Please inform Her Majesty that her regiment is assembling。 They've had to get word to the villages and farms。 But they should all be ready for review by the time you have e out。〃
Madison had not realized how deep they had e into the mountain until he tried to walk back up。 The foul and ancient air didn't help him catch his breath as he toiled on up the ramps。 It took them nearly half an hour to get back into the halls。
A sergeant knelt and would have used a handkerchief to brush off Teenie's boots but women from the palace pushed him aside； and though their cloths were animal skins； they got the stains and mold off Teenie's black suit； boots and red gloves。
Then Teenie walked through the hallways and salons toward the big entrance door。
She strode across the terrace。 She reached the top of the outside steps。
She stopped dead。
About five hundred men were standing there in an orderly parade。 Their faces were handsome； their physiques magnificent。 Obviously the product of noble lines； every one； the titled sons of officers of long ago； mothered by titled ladies of Queen Hora's court。 They were young and they were splendid； despite their rags。
An old man； evidently their colonel； stood straight as a ramrod before them。 At the sight of Teenie； he and the whole regiment knelt。
〃Your Majesty；〃 the colonel bawled； 〃we have not forgotten protocol。 We lie ready to do our duty。 We are only too anxious to do Your Majesty's bedding。〃
From five hundred throats； a song arose：
Oh； wele to us；
Oh； wele to us。
We greet you； dear Queenie；
And promise sex plus！
And then； at a signal from the colonel； they all rose up。
But what had stopped Teenie was the flowers in their hair； whole crowns of them。 They had no weapons in their hands nor any sign of any。
They began to form rings by squad and then began to dance； plucking flowers from their garlands and tossing them into the air as they circled with skipping； mincing steps like girls。
Teenie sank down on the top step。
She lowered her head and began to cry。
The regiment stopped in consternation。 The major…domo waved his hand at them and they scattered like chaff and vanished。
Teenie's sobs grew very marked。
Madison knelt beside her。
〃They aren't soldiers；〃 sobbed Teenie。 〃They were bred for bed。 Oh； Maddie； what am I going to do？〃
Madison did not tell her he could recruit five hundred criminals that would take on a Death Battalion in a day！ Oh； no。 It didn't suit his plans。 He was very clever； that Madison。 He didn't even push her。
〃Maddie；〃 she said brokenly； after she had sobbed for a while； 〃do you think you actually could get Gris sentenced to my custody？〃
〃Well； as I am very fond of you； Teenie； as a favor to you； I am absolutely certain that I can。〃
〃Then I'll help you follow your plan to try him in the press；〃 said Teenie； feeling a little better； 〃and when he is sentenced get custody of him。〃
A ragged maid was trying to dry Teenie's tears with a scrap of animal fur。
Teenie looked at Madison suddenly。 Her eyes went very hard。 〃But there's one thing you got to know； Madison。 If you fail to get me custody of Gris； you'll be right there in that cell yourself！〃
Madison had no slightest idea of how he could possibly acplish such a thing。 He had just been talking。
He backed up； nodding in little jerks。 〃I won't fail you； Teenie。〃
Gods； was he in for it now！
PART SEVENTY…SEVEN
Chapter 1
The second Madison entered the townhouse in Joy City he got to work。 He felt that he was marching to the solemn beat of drums and that noble victory beckoned from a nearer point。
How could he fail？ He was the most acplished PR since Julius Caesar； of this he had no doubt。 Caesar； an Earth king of long ago； had e； he had seen and he had conquered all of Gaul。 Madison would do the same to Voltar。 Lack of confidence was not one of Madison's faults。 Historians； dear reader； may wish it might have been； for when all this cover…up is exposed； it is very plain that J。 Walter Madison was bent upon a course which would alter the history of not only Voltar but of Earth。 Some poet once said that the pen is mightier than the sword： in this case one was testing if PR was mightier than the bined good sense of all the leaders of two empires。 And as we follow the actions of Madison and others； we shall certainly see if it was。 So read on； dear reader； read on。 You'll be flabbergasted！
Teenie； he had left at Palace City。 Reencouraged； she was making plans to ready up the island for the receipt of Gris； but reconciled that his incarceration there would take some time。 Madison had even gone so far as to discuss with her how she could shake loose Endow from some of the maintenance money for the island to buy an air…coach and some fuel bars and new torture implements。 She had decided to teach Too…Too； Endow's dearest catamite； a new way to kiss and was sure that would do it。 So Teenie was no barrier； at least for a time； though he shuddered at what might happen if he failed to get her custody of Gris。
He now had his roustabouts clear out a seventy…sixth floor large salon and set it up with tables。 He sent out a crew logistics man to get vocoscribers； paper； pens and copies of every newspaper published； not only on Voltar； but on all 110 planets。
Then he called together four of his criminal reporters and stood before them； tall and manding in the glittering light of dawn。
〃You are now；〃 Madison said； 〃creative artists。 Lay aside the habits of drudgery and facts。 Unleash your imaginations。 You are now； from this moment； public relations men。 At once； without delay； begin to write news s