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General Bratz, the Dictator of Cyrania, was just over forty years of age. He had the high forehead of the thinker, the eyes of the dreamer and the fanatic, and the square jaw of the man of action. His lips were rather sensual. 'The Scourge' he was called, and in his dealings with the world he neither gave pity nor asked any. He had fought his way to power and lived always in the ways of danger, as did all who crossed his path or even worked with him.
One bright summer morning, he was seated at his desk in the large chamber of a palace in Marleck which, before he took possession of it, had been for many generations the proud possession of a long line of dukes. He was holding a paper in his hand and frowning heavily. An officer, a few years younger than he, was standing before him with a rather uneasy expression upon his face. The latter was high in the Cyranian Intelligence Department.