“Look at the young hero!” Eukles said, under cover of the hymn, as the lad snapped a return honour salute and arms all over the room snapped down.
“Three Dictators own medals!” Meriones whispered back as the music returned to its bland, canned, dance rhythms. The room had gone mostly silent on the young leader’s entry, but now was abuzz in whispers. “One might be luck, but three?!”
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The Young Hero