The Grand Council hall was buzzing. The senior officers at the huge table were still standing but they had begun to talk to one another. These people were upset because the Emperor had looked upset. Heller fingered the six blank proclamations. He knew the difficulties of getting staffs to agree on disposition of forces, zones of combat, appropriations and all such intricacies attendant upon invasions: this was certainly not the operating climate in which to begin it. Madison was still standing there, sort of collapsed, the dagger of a Fleet marine lieutenant about an inch from his throat. Madison's crew were piled up along the wall, beginning now to twitch back to life. Suddenly Heller spotted a small wizened face: he recognized, from other times of long ago, the Master of Palace City. Heller hit the table with the butt of his gun. "Gentlemen," he shouted, "we have urgent work ahead of us tonight. But I think we all will be better for a little REFRESHMENT! The Master of Palace City has just signalled me that he is going to serve you some choice drinks and viands, the best he can dig up, in fact." The Master of Palace City stared. His mind raced. Where could he find some staff to open up cellars and pantries? The Palace City guards and the servants of this building had been dismissed by the Apparatus. Then he suddenly realized that, by inference, the existing Palace City Lords had been removed. He had all their palaces to draw from. He nodded brightly. A buzz had welcomed Heller's news. He now said, "This conference will be resumed in two hours' time. Be here, for we will then have very important business to transact." He stepped down from the dais. He pointed at Madison. "Bring him along," said Heller to the marine lieutenant. Heller made his way through the throng over to the wall and looked down at the recumbent figures in aqua-green. He turned to Madison. "I suppose you trained this crew in PR" said Heller. "Oh, yes," said Madison. "They are very valuable people!" "Good," said Heller and beckoned to the marine captain. "Get that whole crew put in electric shackles, kick them awake and chain this Madison at the head of it." "At once, Your Lordship," the marine captain said. "Can I raise the voltage a bit above the usual? They wounded some of my men." "No torture," said Heller, "although I must agree with you, it's tempting." Madison suddenly got brave. "You can't do this to me. There is no crime on any statute book for practicing PR. There is no charge of any kind you can bring against me. PR is just a profession like anything else." "Well," said Heller, "that might be true of Earth. There you can start whole wars and ruin reputations and lives, and PRs just strut and laugh about it. But here a million casualties aren't looked upon so lightly." "I put Mortiiy on the throne, if you want to know," said Madison. "If I had not crowned Hisst, the population never would have risen____________________

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"Madison, I hate to have to tell you this, but if you'd kept your nose out of it, Cling would simply have gotten well, declared Mortiiy his successor and there wouldn't have been a single shot fired. You were just a stupid, destructive sideshow! But that's typical of your breed everywhere I encountered it. You just made trouble where none need ever have been." Madison looked at him doubtfully. Then he shrugged. "I can see you have an awful lot to learn, Heller-Wister. Mr. Bury will believe me if I tell him I worked hard to make you immortal. When I get back to Earth____________________

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"Madison," said Heller in English, "I've got news for you. Mr. Bury works for me now."

"WHAT?"

"Fact," said Heller. "And as far as your going back to Earth is concerned, I don't even have to wonder if I'd inflict you on that planet again. Your stupid last caper was a real peach, angering Mortiiy. Your public relations was so good that he just ordered the planet disposed of. A true triumph for PR" Madison looked at him and might have spoken but the Countess Krak had returned from the Imperial Palace and she walked up to them. "Jettero," she said, "the last time we saw this man he was supposed to be driving off a dock in the East River!" "PRs," said Heller, "unfortunately can't even execute factual death notices." The criminal crew were being gathered up and chained. The woman Flip was standing near, eyeing the Countess Krak. Krak turned to Madison. "I just remembered. Two days after your death notice appeared in the papers, I saw another one that mentioned you. Your mother." "My mother?" said Madison, suddenly ashen. "She died of grief over that death report?" "No," said Krak. "She got married in one of the happiest weddings I've ever seen photographs of!" "Oh, my God!" said Madison and began to crumple. The woman Flip, despite her manacles, grabbed him to keep him from falling. She knelt and put his head on her lap. "What's the matter with him?" said the Countess Krak to Heller. "I just told him so he wouldn't feel guilty that he'd ruined his mother's life with grief. It was a kind gesture!" The woman Flip kissed Madison. He stirred. His eyelids flickered open. He looked up at her. She kissed him again. "I've got you," said Flip with greedy eyes. "Oh, my God," he wept, "there goes my genius!"

Outside, a cold desert wind was moaning around the naked palaces, blowing in dust to spin in swirls before the lights which Army units were setting up on a temporary basis. Rebel troops and Fleet marines were patrolling the darkened boulevards. The Countess Krak directed Heller down the vast staircase toward a nearby park. They were followed by a squad of Fleet marines who kept the manacled crew of Madison bunched up. The new Homeview crew director came racing down the steps and fell into pace with Heller. "Crown, Your Lordship, sir," he said. "Don't be angry with Home-view, please." He glanced over his shoulder at Madison a few feet behind them. "The crud that idiot was putting on the commentary channel was caught by the monitor editor at Joy City. It never went on the air." Madison, far gone already, would have collapsed once more if Flip and a marine had not caught him by the chains. "Since when did Homeview get so solicitous?" said Heller. "Well, sir, you're a public figure now." "Fine," said Heller, sarcastically. "That explains everything. Go back and get yourself some refreshments." "Oh, thank you," said the Homeview director. "But you see, one of my men noticed a Royal prison air-wagon landing a few minutes ago and saw Lord Turn get out. I've got an idea this has to do with your prisoner Soltan Gris. I want to cover it. It's hot-spot news." "I'm going to kill Madison," muttered Heller. "Oh, good!" said the Homeview director. "You're going to execute him right here in the park____________________

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"Shut up!" said Heller. "It was just a figure of speech. You and your sudden talk about 'public figure' and 'cover it' and 'spot news'! You never heard of those things until this (bleeped) Madison came along. Now you sound just like an ABC news crew." "But the public has a right to know!" said the director. '"Right to know'!" gritted Heller. "That did it. No, you CANNOT cover my private meeting with Lord Turn. But I can tell you what is going to happen later tonight." "What?" said the director. "I am going to see that a Royal Censor is appointed with powers to shoot directors! Get out of here!" "Crown, Your Lordship, sir!" said the director. "Are you intimating that you are going to advocate a fascistic suppression of the Gods-.given right of freedom of speech and press?" Heller stopped. Madison almost ran into him. "Madison," said Heller, "if I ever felt any mercy toward you before, it just evaporated. Just as I begin, quite unwillingly, a life as a 'public figure,' I find you'll be trailing me as a ghost." "Then you are going to execute him in the park," said the director. "No," said Heller, starting to walk again. "Tempting, but no. Director, this fellow Madison, yapping around, only gave you half of the story." "Really?" "Yes. The other half is that there is such a thing as 'invasion of privacy.'" "Oh?" said the director, impressed. "Yes," said Heller. "Now, you tell them down at Homeview and tell anybody else that will listen that if I find you invading my privacy with cameras and crew, I'll sue you or them for a billion credits." "My Gods!" "That's some of the other half Madison didn't teach you." "But what does it mean, 'invasion of privacy'?" "Ah," said Heller, "it means anything I say it means any time I say it." "My Gods!" "Right," said Heller. "Now that you have the word, be sure to tell your boss and fellow directors." "Oh, I will!" said the director, frightened. "Good," said Heller. "Now, because it very well may stop further riots, and solely for that reason and no other, you can go get your cameras and crew and cover the trial of Soltan Gris." "Oh, YES, Your Lordship!" cried the director in a truly impressed and worshipful voice. "At your orders, Your Lordship, sir!" He raced off. Heller turned to Madison. He said, in English, "Top that one, you (bleepard)!"