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He was raging, though. "Yellow people! Black people! Brown people! Why
not green people, too? Why not purple people? Their faces! Their eyes!
And the clothes they wear! Who let them in? What are they all doing here?"
"Uncle," she said, reaching down surrept.i.tiously to give his adrenaline
damper a little downtwist. your country, its greatness, its downfall. To
speak with the general, to hear from his lips the reminiscences of
his days of battle, the actual descriptions of the warfare-it would be
ecstasy for me. Ecstasy. Do you understand my words?"
"His Imperial Highness Norton the Fourteenth!" cried a man with an
enormous voice. Carlotta looked around. A ground-effect palanquin
bedecked with gaudy banners was floating solemnly up the street toward
the plaza.
"You've got to go now," Carlotta said. "Look, the Emperor's arriving."
"But later, perhaps?"
"Well-"
"It is for the sacred purpose of scholarship only. Half an hour to speak
with this great man-"
"All welcome His Imperial Highness!" the immense voice called. "Later,"
the Brazilian said urgently. "Please!" He slipped under the rope and
was gone.
Carlotta shrugged. If the Brazilian only knew that nothing Uncle James
said made sense, he wouldn't be so eager. She turned to stare at the
Emperor, atop his palanquin. She had never seen him live before. The
Emperor was a surprisingly small man, very frail, about fifty, with pale
skin and tiny hands, which he held extended to the crowd in a kind
of imperial blessing. The palanquin, drifting a little ways above the
pavement, came forward to the reviewing stand and halted like an
obedient elephant. Members of the imperial guard helped him out, and up
the stairs of the platform to the position of honor.
Someone began a long droning speech of welcome. The mayor of San
Francisco, Carlotta supposed. It went on and on, this grand occasion, this
triumphant day of the commemoration of the hundred-year peace, on and
on and on, yawn and yawn and yawn. The foreigners' cameras and
