They all sat together near the spaceship while the Lat kneeled nearby, absorbed in some kind of gambling game. The Iron Orchid and My Lady Charlotina seemed to be the stakes. Only My Lady Charlotina was getting impatient. She sighed. "I do wish they'd hurry up. They're lovable, but they're not very decisive." "You think not?" said Bishop Castle, picking at some moss. "They seemed to have reached the decision to kidnap us pretty quickly." Jherek was miserable. "If they take us into space I'll never see Mrs. Amelia Underwood!" "Try a disseminator ring on their weapons again," suggested the Iron Orchid. "Mine doesn't work, Bishop, but yours might." The Bishop concentrated, fiddling with his ring, but nothing at all happened. "They are only effective on things we create ourselves. We could get rid of the rest of the trees, I suppose…" "There seems little point," said Jherek. He sighed. "Well," said the Duke of Queens, an inveterate viewer of the bright side, "we might see something interesting in space." "Our ancestors never did," the Iron Orchid reminded him.
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