"I am smiling. With some slight difficulty." He didn't think well of the banquet. Back in Litchfield, Senta would have fired half her human help and taken a sledgehammer to her robo-chef for a meal like that. Even his father's camp cook would have been ashamed of it. And there were more speeches. President Vyckhoven managed to get hold of him and Yves Jacquemont afterward, and steered them into his private study. "Have you any real reason for thinking that Merlin might be on Koshchei?" the Planetary President asked. "Great Ghu, no! We weren't looking for Merlin, Mr. President. We were looking for a hypership. We have one, too. Calling her /Ouroboros II/. Twenty-five-hundred-footer. We expect to have her to space in a few months. I surely don't need to tell you what that will do toward
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