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splendour that lay in the
bright moonlight before us. On the lower, more gently sloping part
of the natural basin, there were symmetrically laid out houses and
beautifully manicured gardens.
    There were a dozen
almost temple-like buildings, at equal distances from each other
and many times the size of the biggest homes I’d seen in
Centropolis. Along with a circular prayer tower, each of the mini
palaces had a large stone patio out in front. From where we stood,
it was easy to see that each one was at the end of a broad tree
lined roadway, twelve of which radiated out from the main central
palace itself. That palace or temple was easily the most
spectacular building I’d ever seen. Supreme House was like
something from fairytale fantasy. Spires and minarets adorned it’s
football-field-sized roof. Every one of its many many windows were
softly lit and had a tiny balcony, each of them was a work of art
in themselves. My now completely servile, but obviously happy,
welcome home committee led Miss Proust and I to a waiting
vehicle.
    We’d observed a
couple of similar golf buggy type vehicles, zipping around on the
roads that ringed the basin below, this one seemed to be a little
larger. As we got in, the tall man, his two silent aides and the
guard troop, all took a respectful step back.
    “I look forward to
seeing you again tomorrow Lord Robert” He said warmly, as he almost
saluted. Our golf buggy, driven by a small, helmeted individual,
who never turned to look at us, zipped away, down the circular main
drive and, after traversing half the basin, turned away from the
central building and up toward to one of the encircling smaller
palaces, if, in fact, that’s what they were.
    Here too, a
welcoming committee awaited the awe-struck Miss Proust and I. This
time, there were no guards, just very happy, typical household
staff, all of whom had a large red rose on front and back of their
white shirts. There were eight in all. At first, they looked very
nervous and almost as if they were afraid, when we stopped and the
two of us got out of the buggy. Then, there was a faint hum and
suddenly the entire tennis court sized patio was lit by a dozen
small but very bright lights up in the trees all around. As soon as
the household staff actually saw me, they burst into delighted
applause. Their faces were almost as bright as the lights as they
approached us. An old and stooped gentleman, dressed in a white
suite and red bow tie, stepped forward and peered at me, finding it
hard to believe his eyes.
    “Miracle of
miracles you have returned Lord Robert” He enthused, with devotion
clear in his voice “There has not been a day pass that I, that all
of us, have not prayed that we should live to see the day of your
return” He assured me, then turned to the stunned and still silent
Miss Proust “Know you Madame, that we are in service to the
household of Lord Robert, I am Zoran, may I bid you welcome” He
held out his hand smiling warmly.
    “Miss Proust,
Centropolis administration” She responded primly, giving his hand
an elegant, gentle shake “I too seek to serve Lord Robert” She
added, doing her best to smile through her confusion.
    “Then you are
doubly welcome Miss Proust” Zoran assured her, waving us through
the other seven smiling men and women, all of them in their
twenties or thereabouts.
    We entered the
huge doorway. The dimly lit, almost cavernous rooms on the ground
floor were clearly designed to impress and to entertain in, rather
than live in as a home. Unless, of course, you wished to play
tennis in the dining room and perhaps a game of soccer in the main
reception room! The furnishings were as you’d expect in a palace
and, to my absolute delight, were in either black, white or one of
a hundred different shades of red. There were at least two dozen
more staff around the high ceilinged chambers that Zoran guided us
through. The sound of their clapping echoed in the huge marble
floored rooms downstairs. Zoran