"Not the student riot, no. But the hooligan attack, yes. That was some of my own men. The real hooligans began looting after Handrosan had gotten the students out of the district. We collared all of them, including their boss, Nutchy the Knife, right away, and as soon as we did that, Big Moogie and Zikko the Nose tried to move in. We're cleaning them up now. By tomorrow morning there won't be one of these nonworkers' voting blocks left in Asgard, and by the end of the week they'll be cleaned up all over Odin. I have discovered a plot, and they're all involved in it." "Wait a moment." Paul got to his feet. "That reminds me; Harv Dorflay's hiding Rod and Olva out in the mountains. I wanted him out of here while things were happening. I'll have to call him and tell him it's safe to come in, now." "Well, zip up your tunic and put your dagger on; you look as though you'd been arrested, disarmed and searched." "That's right." He hastily repaired his appearance and went to the screen across the room, punching out the combination of the screen with Rodrik's picnic party. * * * * * A young lieutenant of the Household Troops appeared in it, and had to be reassured. He got General Dorflay. "Your Majesty! You are all right?" "Perfectly all right, general, and it's quite safe to bring His Imperial Highness in. The conspiracy against the Throne has been crushed." "Oh, thank the gods! Is Prince Travann a prisoner?" "Quite the contrary, general. It was our loyal and devoted subject, Prince Travann, who crushed the conspiracy." "But--But, Your Majesty----!" "You aren't to be blamed for suspecting him, general. His agents were working in the very innermost councils of the conspirators. Every one of the people whom you suspected--with excellent reason--was actually working to defeat the plot. Think back, general; the scheme to put the gun in the viewscreen, the scheme to sabotage the elevator, the scheme to introduce assassins into the orchestra with guns built into their trumpets--every one came to your notice because of what seemed to be some indiscretion of the plotters, didn't it?" "Why ... why, yes, Your Majesty!" By this time tomorrow, he would have a complete set of memories for each one of them. "You mean, the indiscretions were deliberate?" "Your vigilance and loyalty made it necessary for them to resort to these fantastic expedients, and your vigilance defeated them as fast as they came to your notice. Well, today, Prince Travann and I struck back. I may tell you, in confidence, that every one of the conspirators is dead. Killed in this afternoon's rioting--which was incited for that purpose by Prince Travann." "Then---- Then there will be no more plots against your life?" There was a note of regret in the old man's voice. "No more, Your Venerable Highness." "But---- What did Your Majesty call me?" he asked incredulously.