"That's right, Sir Kenneth," Her Majesty said. "You have it exactly. Six."
"You mean six telepaths?" Sir Thomas asked in a deferent tone of voice.
"Certainly I do," Her Majesty replied. "We telepaths, you know, must stick together. That's the reason I got poor little Willie out of that sanitarium of his, you know—and, of course, the others will be joining us."
"Don't you think it's time for your nap, dear?" Lady Barbara put in suddenly.
"My what?" It was obvious that Queen Elizabeth was Not Amused.
"Your nap, dear," Lady Barbara said.
"Don't call me 'dear,'" Her Majesty snapped.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Barbara murmured. "But really—"
"My dear girl," Her Majesty said, "I am not a child. I am your sovereign. Do try to have a little respect. Why, I remember when Shakespeare used to say to me—but that's no matter, not now."
"About those telepaths—" Boyd began.