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_The Emperor must be getting old, they thought, to deal so mercifully with the upstart Jursan Rebels -- which was quite true. He was not too young to dream._
Despite the concentrated patrol defenses, the Emperor's space yacht slipped down to the surface of Klo, second moon of Jursa, without incident. Only recently, such a show of force would have drawn a flight of torpedo rockets from the rebellious planet; but the Jursan agitators for a scientific renaissance had at last been beaten to their knees.