A Galaxy Unknown 10: Azula Carver Read Online Free PDF

crack, and Jenetta heard him speak loudly into the very large room. "Your Majesty, it is my honor to announce that Azula Carver has arrived and is waiting to visit with you."
    Jenetta didn't hear a reply, but the door opened fully a second later and Minister Gkibuke stepped aside to allow her and her pets to enter the room. Once she was inside the lavishly decorated room, Gkibuke stepped out and pulled the door closed behind him. Jenetta walked towards where the king was standing, stopped ten paces away, and bowed her head. She stared at the carpet until the king said in Dakis, "Raise your head, Your Grace, and come join me."
    Jenetta raised her head and smiled, pointed to the floor with both hands, then walked forward to where the king was standing. There was no one else in the room. The act of pointing was to communicate with Tayna and Cayla that they should remain where they were. Both cats understood and laid down where they had been standing.
    "You're still as lovely as I remember," King Tpalsh said as Jenetta neared him.
    "Thank you, Your Majesty," Jenetta said with a smile. "And you're still as handsome and as flattering as always."
    Tpalsh laughed. "It goes with the territory, Your Grace. But in your case it's true. You haven't aged a day since I first met you."
    "The result of the experiments performed on me by the Raiders."
    "Yes, I recall you saying that previously. And you won't age until your final years? At that time the degradation will happen swiftly?"
    "Yes, Your Majesty."
    "I envy you. The rest of us go downhill slowly once we reach a certain age. I would love to have the vitality of youth until my final years. But I'm sure such a discussion is not what brought you here. Is there a problem?"
    "There are always problems but none I came to discuss with you and the queen. This is purely a social visit. It's been a very long time since I was last here, and I wanted to say hello while I was nearby. I hope my visit hasn't alarmed you. I've taken a leave of absence from Space Command, and I'm traveling to Obotymot for an extended period of rest and relaxation."
    "That's all?"
    "That's all, Your Majesty."
    "I feared it might be something to do with the Dakistians."
    "Do you have concerns about Dakistee?"
    "Yes. Grave concerns. But let's sit down before we begin discussing them. Would you care for a beverage?"
    "A cup of tea would be welcome."
    The king walked to the nearest wall and yanked once on a sash cord that hung there. A second later a door on the other side of the room opened and a servant entered the study. The king told him to bring a pot of tea, and the servant disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
    In just the time it took for the king and Jenetta to settle into comfortable chairs for their discussion, the servant was back with a tea service tray that held a steaming pot, cups, silverware, napkins, and a dish containing pastries. He placed the tray down on the low table in front of the chairs where the king and Jenetta were seated, and then looked at the king expectantly.
    "That's all for now," the king said to him.
    The servant bowed his head, turned, and walked briskly from the room as the king and Jenetta fixed their beverages to suit their personal taste using the sweeteners and creams on the tray. Jenetta smiled slightly as she took a sip from her mug and let the strong, nutty-flavored tea roll around in her mouth for a second before swallowing. Although she normally preferred Colombian coffee as a beverage, the Nordakian tea was a staple on Nordakia and was a nice change.
    "Pastry, Your Grace?" the king said as he took one of the delicious desserts for himself.
    "Not just now, Your Majesty."
    The king finished his pastry before he began the discussion. "I want to talk to you in your capacity as the second most powerful person in Space Command. You asked if I have concerns regarding Dakistee. The answer is yes; I have very grave concerns. We've officially apologized for the acts of our distant