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The princess shifted her gaze wildly from her father to her latest
suitor. She felt herself teetering on the verge of an uncontrollable
fretting attack.
But King Conundra shook his head, perhaps a little sadly. “No, my
good man, that is not the answer.”
“Must I then go into exile?” asked Uberfresser, backing up almost
into the point of a pike held carelessly low by a royal guardsman.
“Certainly not! In fact, I wouldn’t let you go if you wanted to.
Next!”