Horta chuckled as he nodded.
"Illeria!" Ross stifled a curse. His mind raced. The girl was a
prisoner, too. He spoke aloud, easily. "Well, I guess we can give Your
Royal Highness a hand."
"Hey, Bruce!" Moore expostulated. "You don't mean--"
"Why not?" drawled Ross. Turning to face Moore, he winked. "We know a
lot that will pay our way with the new Kingdom."