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GIANT KILLER As Retief paid off his canal barge and stepped up on the jetty, Second Secretary Magnan pushed his way through the throng at the wharf entrance to the Royal Enclosure, his narrow face flushed with exertion. "There you are!" he cried as he spied his junior. "I've been searching everywhere! Ambassador Pinchbottle will be furious-" "What's that on your head?" Retief eyed a half-inflated bladder of a sour yellow color which lolled over Magnan's left ear. Magnan rolled an eye up at the varicolored cluster which bobbed with each movement, draggled feathers wagging and lengths of dirty string swaying, the entire assembly secured under his chin by a stained pink ribbon. "Why, that's my ceremonial Rockamorra headdress; here . . ." He fumbled in his violet afternoon formal cutaway, brought out a bundle of puckered balloons and feathers, offered it. "Here's one for you: you'd better slip into it at once. I'm afraid a couple of the plumes are bent-" "Where's the Ambassador?" Retief interrupted. There's something I have to tell him-" "There are a number of things you'll be expected to tell him!" Magnan snapped. "Including why you're half an hour late
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