all.

"Ah," the psychiatrist said. "Certainly. Of course." He retired into his
group with some confusion.

Malone was looking straight at the throne. Her Majesty's countenance was
serene and unruffled.

Barbara said suddenly: "You don't mean ... but she--" and closed her
mouth. Malone shot her one quick look, and then turned to the Queen.

"Well, Your Majesty?" he said. "You have seen the thoughts of every man
here. How do they appear to you?"

Her voice contained both tension and relief. "They are all good men,
basically--and kind men," she said. "And they believe us. That's the
important thing, you know. Their belief in us-- Just as you did that
first day we met. We've needed belief for so long ... for so long--" Her
voice trailed off; it seemed to become lost in a constellation of
thoughts. Barbara had turned to look up at Her Majesty.

Malone took a step forward, but Burris interrupted him. "How about the
spy?" he said.

Then his eyes widened. Boyd, standing next to him, leaned suddenly
forward. "That's why you mentioned all that about legal immunity because
of insanity," he whispered. "Because--"

"No," Barbara said. "No. She couldn't ... she's not--"

They were all looking at Her Majesty, now. She returned them stare for
stare, her back stiff and straight and her white hair enhaloed in the
room's light. "Sir Kenneth," she said--and her voice was only the least
bit unsteady--"they all think _I'm_ the spy."

Barbara stood up. "Listen," she said. "I didn't like Her Majesty at
first ... well, she was a patient, and that was all, and when she
started putting on airs ... but since I've gotten to know her I do like
her. I like her because she's good and kind herself, and because ...
because she wouldn't be a spy. She couldn't be. No matter what any of
you think ... even you ... Sir Kenneth!"

There was a second of silence.

"Of course she's not," Malone said quietly. "She's no spy."

"Would I spy on my own subjects?" she said. "Use your reason!"

"You mean...." Burris began, and Boyd finished for him:

"... She isn't?"

"No," Malone snapped. "She isn't. Remember, you said it would take a
telepath to catch a telepath?"

"Well--" Burris began.

"Well, Her Majesty remembered it," Malone said. "And acted on it."

Barbara remained standing. She went to the Queen and put an arm around
the little old lady's shoulder. Her Majesty did not object. "I knew,"
she said. "You couldn't have been a spy."

"Lis