Cortin grimaced. "True; His Majesty's even more apprehensive about the Empire than I am. That means it's up to me."
Odeon nodded. "I agree."
"Good." Cortin turned her attention to the Imperial. "Now, Miss Conley, how do I go about contacting your Emperor?"
"You call the Palace—you must have ultrawave?"
"Yes. We avoid transmitting on your frequencies, of course, but we can use them; we do monitor. I believe your contact channel is One?"
"Yes, sir. Do you know the access codes?"
"No; do you?"
"Of course. I can punch them in for you, if you'd like."
"I'd appreciate that." Cortin led the younger woman to a small table beside the door; it held both a telephone and one of the rare private ultrawave terminals. "Go ahead."
Conley did so, rapidly going through a number of screens till she got one that seemed to read "Palace" in the odd Imperial English letters. "Okay, Colonel. When Palace Comm answers, explain to them; they'll probably transfer you to someone in the Admin Service, but if Emperor Davis was given our message, he may want to speak to you directly."