"In any case," the Queen said, her eyes twinkling, "you were about to enter a new objection to our little visit to the Palace, were you not?"
Malone admitted as much. "I really think that—"
Her eyes grew suddenly cold. "If I hear any more objections, Sir Kenneth, I shall not only rescind your knighthood and—when I regain my rightful kingdom—deny you your dukedom, but I shall refuse to co-operate any further in the business of Project Isle."
Malone turned cold. His face, he knew without glancing in the mirror, was white and pale. He thought of what Burris would do to him if he didn't follow through on his assigned job.
Even if he wasn't as good as Burris thought he was, he really liked being an FBI agent. He didn't want to be fired.
And Burris had said: "Give her anything she wants."
He gulped and tried to make his face look normal. "All right," he said. "Fine. We'll go to the Palace."
He tried to ignore the pall of apprehension that fell over the car.