"What will be done about the counterfeit money you've already spent, financing your subversion?" she asked.
Elder Compassion was writing on his board. "Three miles beneath this city lies a vein of gold," he wrote. "The Microfabridae are this minute plumbing the earth to reach it. We will leave full payment for our fiscal sins."
Dink took Orison's hand. "You'll come with us?" he asked.
"I will, Dink."
"Then I, Rex-Imperator, Son of the Triple Crown, Prince Porphyrogenous of Empire, take you to wife," he said.
"If you're sure this is quite legal," Orison said, "I do."
"There are voices all about us," Elder Compassion spoke in their minds. "The traitor, Kraft, is in the vault, bound and seated in the midst of wealth. We must go, or there will be more violence."
"The moment the Microfabridae have left their golden payment for our folly, Elder Cousin, guide them to the ship," Dink said. "I long to show my Princess her dominions."
"She is the first," the voice spoke again. "The first of the irresistible conquerors from Earth."