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    Seeing Celpar reminded me of just how long it had been since Kala and I had dined here the first time.  Celpar had changed.  On our first visit he had a full head of hair and now he was completely bald.  I suspected that some hair still grew along the sides of his head, but he probably shaved it off for aesthetic purposes.  Celpar was trim and fit, no doubt the result of the Federation’s superior healthcare system.  It was very seldom that I encountered anyone with obesity or other physical maladies within the Federation territories, as such conditions were easily controlled. 
    Of course, as First Citizens, Kala and I were seated at the most prominent and exquisite table in the restaurant.  As we took our seats and gazed around the dining room, it was clear that the place was already close to eighty percent occupied.  The room had grown silent as we entered and took our seats.  Once situated at our table, our servers began to bring refreshments and the buzz of conversation slowly rose to its former level, but I could see around the room that most of the eyes remained on us.
    “I feel like fish in a small bowl with all these people staring at us,” I said in a voice so quiet that only Kala could hear me.  “Did we draw this much attention the first time we were here?”
    “About the same, I think,” Kala answered, but at least this time I don’t see anyone staring at us with a venomous look.”
    I glanced casually around the room again and realized that Kala was right.  Tonight the onlookers seemed more curious than anything.  “I just hope that our departure isn’t as dramatic as it was after our first visit.  We’re running a big risk here tonight.  This event was highly publicized and it would be a great opportunity for Ming to strike at me.”
    “Do you really think he would try it?  Your security is heavy tonight and neither the FSO nor the FOI has seen any indication that Ming has planned an attack tonight.
    “Maybe so, but I’ll feel much better once this event is over and we’re safely back at the estate or aboard the NEW ORLEANS .  By the way, who’ll be checking our food tonight – you or one of our troopers?”
    “I will, said Kala as she discreetly drew a small handheld device from her purse.  It’s the latest model.  I had A’Lappe test it earlier today.  We can dine well and enjoy ourselves, assuming our food is safe.”
    “That’s a relief.  As I recall, the food here is fantastic.  I would hate to have to avoid any of it for fear of being poisoned.”
    Somewhere a musician began to play soft music when Celpar returned with the sommelier who carried a bottle of wine.
    “First Citizens, I hope you do not mind that I have selected a wine for you.  This is the last bottle of Layonian Wine in existence.  I remember how much you enjoyed it during your first visit and I have been saving this bottle in hopes that you would return one day.  Of course, if you should prefer some other vintage, I am certain that we can accommodate you.”
    “Thank you, Celpar, we are deeply honored that you have saved this bottle for us all these years.  We will be pleased to share it one last time, especially on this honored occasion.  Will you drink a glass with Kala and I in honor of your retirement?”
    A shocked looked passed over Celpar’s face and I feared I had broken some protocol and offended him.  I glanced at Kala for some reassurance.  She only smiled, while Celpar regained his composure.
    “First Citizen,” he began with an unsteady voice.  “In all my years serving here at TEZU LAGONG, no one I have attended has ever asked me to share a glass of wine with them.”
    “Well, you were never retiring before,” I said with a smile.  “I think this occasion demands it.”
    Celpar paused for only a moment and then replied with a slight bow, “Since you put it that way, I would be deeply honored to share a glass of wine with you.”
    I expected Celpar to take a