There was absolute silence in Wienis' chambers when the image of PrinceLefkin appeared at the televisor. There had been one startled gasp from theregent at the haggard face and shredded uniform of his son, and then hecollapsed into a chair, face contorted with surprise and apprehension.
Hardin listened stolidly, hands clasped lightly in his lap, while thejust-crowned King Lepold sat shriveled in the most shadowy comer, bitingspasmodically at his goldbraided sleeve. Even the soldiers had lost theemotionless stare that is