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PROLOGUE
Saturday, April 27, 1991
King Charles III made the final decision.
The election had duly taken place as decreed by royal proclamation. The polling booths had been closed, the votes counted, the computers turned off; and the experts and amateurs alike had collapsed into their beds in disbelief when they had heard the final result.
The new King had been unable to sleep that Friday night while he considered yet again all the advice that had been offered to him by his courtiers during the past twenty-four hours. The choice he had been left with was by no means simple, considering how recently he had ascended the throne.
A few minutes after Big Ben had struck 6 a.m., the morning papers were placed in the corridor outside his bedroom. The King slipped quietly out of bed, put on his dressing