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that lizard thing you brought back with you from wherever, but this ... It’s nice to know you can find a yummy morsel when you set your mind to it.”
    “Bunny’s my administrative assistant,” I said, a bit stiffly.
    “Why of course!” the Queen smiled, giving me a broad wink. “Just like my young men are bodyguards ... on the kingdom budget, anyway.”
    “Please, Your Majesty, don’t misunderstand,” Bunny said. “Skeeve and I are really just ...”
    “There there, my dear,” Hemlock interrupted, taking Bunny by the hands and drawing her to her feet. “There’s no need to worry about me being jealous. I wouldn’t dream of interfering in Skeeve’s personal life before or after we’re married, any more than I’d expect him to interfere in mine. As long as he does the heir thing to keep the rabble happy, it doesn’t really matter to me what he does with the rest of his time.”
    I really didn’t like the way this conversation was going, and hastened to change the subject.
    “You said you were looking for me, Your Majesty?”
    “Oh yes,” the Queen said, releasing her hold on Bunny’s hands. “I wanted to tell you that Grimble was waiting to see you at your earliest convenience. I told him that you’d be giving him a hand straightening out the kingdom’s finances, and he’s ready to give you whatever information or assistance you need.
    Somehow, that didn’t sound like the J. R. Grimble I knew, but I let it slide for the moment.
    “Very well. We’ll be along presently.”
    “Of course.” the Queen smiled, winking at me again. “Well, I’ll just be running along then.”
    As she reached the door, she paused to sweep Bunny once more with a lingering gaze. “Charming,” she said. “You really are to be congratulated, Skeeve.”
    There was an uncomfortable silence after the Queen left.
    Finally, I cleared my throat.
    “I’m sorry about that, Bunny. I guess she just assumed ...”
    “ That’s the woman you’re supposed to marry?” Bunny said as if I hadn’t spoken.
    “Well, it’s what she wants, but I’m still thinking it over.”
    “And if somebody kills her, you’d feel you had to take over running the kingdom?”
    “Uh ... well, yes.”
    There was something in Bunny’s voice I didn’t like. I also found myself remembering that while she had never met royalty before, her uncle was none other than Don Bruce, the Mob’s Fairy Godfather, and that she was used to an entirely different brand of power politics.
    “I see,” Bunny said thoughtfully, and then she broke into her usual smile. “Well, I guess we’d better go and see Grimble and find out what kind of a mess we’re really in.”
    “Okay. Sure,” I said, glad that the crisis had passed ...if only for the moment.
    “Just one question, Skeeve.”
    “Yes, Bunny?”
    “How do you feel about ‘the heir thing’ as her majesty so graciously put it?”
    “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I guess I don’t mind.”
    “You don’t?”
    “Not really. I just don’t understand what having a haircut has to do with being a royal consort.”

J.R. GRIMBLE, CHANCELLOR of the Exchequer for the kingdom of Possiltum, had changed little since I first met him. A little more paunch around the waist, perhaps, though his slender body could stand the extra weight and then some, and his hairline had definitely progressed from the “receding” to the “receded” category, but aside from that the years had left him virtually unmarked. Upon reflection, I decided it was his eyes that were so distinctive as to render his other features inconsequential. They were small and dark, and glittered with the fervent light of a greedy rodent ... or of someone who spent far too many hours poring over the tiny scribbled figures which noted the movement of other people’s money.
    “Lord Skeeve!” he exclaimed, seizing my hand and pumping it enthusiastically. “So good to have you back. And Aahz! Couldn’t stay away, eh?” He gave a playful