ed Logan out to their car, and Malone led the
procession back to Boyd's automobile, a procession that consisted (in
order) of Sir Kenneth Malone, prospective Duke of Columbia, Queen
Elizabeth I, Lady Barbara, prospective Duchess of an unspecified
county, and Sir Thomas Boyd, prospective Duke of Poughkeepsie. Malone
hummed a little of the first _Pomp and Circumstance_ march as they
walked; somehow, he thought it was called for.

They piled into the car, Boyd at the wheel with Malone next to him,
and the two ladies in back, with Queen Elizabeth sitting directly
behind Sir Thomas. Boyd started the engine and they turned and roared
off.

"Well," said Her Majesty with an air of great complacence, "that's
that. That makes six of us."

Malone looked around the car. He counted the people. There were four.
He said, puzzled: "Six?"

"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
sanatorium 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.

"Telepaths," Her Majesty said. "Ah, yes. We must all stick together.
In the hospital, you know, we had a little joke--the patients for
Insulin Shock Therapy used to say: 'If we don't stick together, we'll
all be stuck separately.' Do you see, Sir Thomas?"

"But," Sir Kenneth Malone said, trying desperately to return to the
point. _"Six?"_ He had counted them up in his mind. Burris had
mentioned one found in St. Elizabeths, and two more picked up later.
With Queen Elizabeth, and now William Logan, that made five.

Unless the Queen was counting him in. There didn't seem any good
reason why not.

"Oh, no," Her Majesty said with a little trill of laughter, "not you,
Sir Kenneth. I meant Mr. Miles."

Sir Thomas