The question was purely one of funds.
At the mention of the word "funds," Roland, who had become thoroughly
bored with the lecture on Paranoyan history, sat up and took notice. He
had an instinctive feeling that he was about to be called upon for a
subscription to the cause of the distressful country's freedom.
Especially by Bombito.
He was right. A moment later Maraquita began to make a speech.
She spoke in Paranoyan, and Roland could not follow her, but he
gathered that it somehow had reference to himself.
As, at the end of it, the entire company rose to their feet and
extended their glasses toward him with a mighty shout, he assumed that
Maraquita had been proposing his health.
"They say 'To the liberator of Paranoya!'" kindly translated the
Peerless One. "You must excuse," said Maraquita tolerantly, as a bevy
of patriots surrounded Roland and kissed him on the cheek. "They are so
grateful to the savior of our country. I myself would kiss you, were it
not that I have sworn that no man's lips shall touch mine till the
royal standard floats once more above the palace of Paranoya. But that
will be soon, very soon," she went on.
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