3 CHAPTER TWENTY-NINESten shifted the bulky file from one arm to another, and stood patiently in the doorway to the work area. He watched with no little amazement as the Eternal Emperor bent low over the strange boxlike object held gently in his hands. The curled right fingers of his hand plucked at first cautiously at the strings, and then with more confidence. He sang in a soft, husky voice:" Now with this loaded blunderbuss The truth I will unfold. He made the mayor to tremble And he robbed him of his gold…" One string buzzled against a fret and the Emperor broke off in frustration. "Clot!" He slammed the instrument down with a loud bang and an echoing of stringed chords. He stared at the thing for a long moment and then kicked it over to a heap of similar objects. Then he spotted Sten. He frowned deeply, and then his face cleared. "Don't ever try to build a guitar," he growled. "I wouldn't dream of it, sir." Sten said as he walked into the work area. He looked at the pile of discarded instruments and glanced around the room.
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