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not looking hard enough.”
    “We’ve combed every planet from here to Tellar,” Draco replied, voice flat. “I think it’s safe to say we’re looking hard enough. It’s just not there.”
    His words seemed to take the fight out of Plintos who sagged and swayed in place. Draco swore under his breath and moved closer to him, supporting him with one arm. “Draco,” Plintos murmured, and he sighed.
    “I’m here. Let’s get you out of here, alright? You need food and rest.”
    Plintos nodded and let himself be maneuvered out of the tower and down the stairs.
     
    Draco left strict instructions with the servants that the king was not to be disturbed or allowed out of his rooms for the rest of the night. The two of them clearly needed to have a conversation, but Draco didn’t think either of them were in the right frame of mind for it that night. He needed sleep himself, and he made a promise that he would go see Plintos first thing in the morning and get to the bottom of whatever was going on.
    And really, he shouldn’t have been surprised when that didn’t happen at all.
    The next morning found him waking up to the sound of pounding at his door, and he groaned and called for whoever it was to enter.
    A blushing Daebtheri servant girl bowed to him, averting her eyes from his bare chest. “Begging your pardon,” she said. “But his Majesty is calling for you. He says it’s urgent.”
    Draco groaned again and pulled his pillow over his face, muffling the cursing that he was doing. After a moment he pulled the pillow down and found a weak smile for the girl. “Thank you,” he said. “I’ll be right there.”
    She bowed and made herself scarce, and Draco got out of bed and got dressed, taking his time so that when he saw the king, he wouldn’t strangle him.
    He marched to Plintos’ rooms, which were not far from his, and pushed the doors open without knocking, glaring in the direction of the king’s bed. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” he demanded. “Or how tired I am? Just because you’re dedicated to never getting enough sleep and running yourself and the rest of us ragged-”
    “Draco,” Plintos interrupted, raising a hand to silence him. “Look.” He pointed that same hand to the screen on the wall of his room, fingers trembling.
    Draco frowned and stepped in, closing the door behind him. He couldn’t imagine what could be on the screen that would make Plintos summon him at such an absurd hour of the morning, but when he saw it, his eyes widened.
    There, on the screen, which seemed to be getting a feed from Earth of all places, was the final Artifact. From what he could tell, the story was about how they had uncovered it and had taken it to a museum to study.
    “But...how?” Draco asked.
    “I don’t know,” Plintos replied. “I honestly don’t. There’s nothing in any of the books I’ve read even suggesting that one of them could have made it all the way to Earth.”
    “But there it is,” Draco said. And it was without a doubt the last one they were looking for. The blade was shiny and bright, just like it was in all the images in Plintos’ books, and the runes on the blade could be seen on the screen, though Draco couldn’t get a good enough look at them to read and see what they said.
    “I know you just got back,” Plintos murmured, and he actually did look repentant.
    It was a lot to ask. Most of his crew were worn out from the almost nonstop back and forth they had been doing, but Draco could see the prudence in going now. It would take almost a week to get to Earth from where they were, and if it left the place it was now, then there was no telling if they’d be able to find it again.
    “I’ll go,” Draco said. “Just me.”
    “Draco. You can’t do that. You’ve never been to Earth before.”
    “It’s like all the other inhabited planets isn’t it?” Draco asked. “There should be someone there who can help me. I’m not going to ask the crew to come with