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〃You can't refuse to see them indefinitely； you know；〃 Taylor said gently。
Jack let out a long breath。 〃You're correct； of course。 But not today。 Tomorrow is soon enough。〃 Let the hubbub die down some first； Ryan thought stupidly。
〃One cannot always stay in the shadows。 Doctor Ryan；〃 Ashley said； standing。 The others took their cue from him。
The cops and Ashley Ryan now had him pegged as some kind of spook； intelligence or counterintelligence took their leave。 Wilson came back in； with Kittiwake trailing behind。
〃Did they tire you out？〃 the nurse asked。
〃I think I'll live；〃 Ryan allowed。 Kittiwake thrust a thermometer in his mouth to make sure。
Forty minutes after the police had left； Ryan was typing happily away on his puter…toy； reviewing notes and drafting some fresh copy。 Cathy Ryan's most frequent （and legitimate） plaint about her husband was that while he was reading or worse； writing the world could end around him without his taking notice。 This was not entirely true。 Jack did notice Wilson jumping to attention out the corner of his eye； but he did not look up until he had finished the paragraph。 When he did； he saw that his new visitors were Her Majesty； the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland； and her husband； the Duke of Edinburgh。 His first coherent thought was a mental curse that no one had warned him。 His second； that he must look very funny with his mouth hanging open。
〃Good morning； Doctor Ryan；〃 the Queen said agreeably。 〃How are you feeling？〃
〃Uh； quite well； thank you； uh； Your Majesty。 Won't you； uh； please sit down？〃 Ryan tried to sit more erect in his bed； but was halted by a flash of pain from his shoulder。 It helped to center his thoughts and reminded him that his medication was nearly due。
〃We have no wish to impose；〃 she said。 Ryan sensed that she didn't wish to leave right away； either。 He took a second to frame his response。
〃Your Majesty； a visit from a head of state hardly qualifies as an imposition。 I would be most grateful for your pany。〃 Wilson hustled to get two chairs and excused himself out the door as they sat。
The Queen was dressed in a peach…colored suit whose elegant simplicity must have made a noteworthy dent even in her clothing budget。 The Duke was in a dark blue suit which finally made Ryan understand why his wife wanted him to buy some clothes over here。
〃Doctor Ryan；〃 she said formally； 〃on our behalf； and that of our people； we wish to express to you our most profound gratitude for your action of yesterday。 We are very much in your debt。〃
Ryan nodded soberly。 He wondered just how awful he looked。 〃For my own part； ma'am； I am glad that I was able to be of service but the truth of the matter is that I didn't really do all that much。 Anyone could have done the same thing。 I just happened to be the closest。〃
〃The police say otherwise；〃 the Duke observed。 〃And after viewing the scene myself； I am inclined to agree with them。 I'm afraid you're a hero whether you like it or not。〃 Jack remembered that this man had once been a professional naval officer probably a good one。 He had the look。
〃Why did you do it。 Doctor Ryan？〃 the Queen asked。 She examined his face closely。
Jack made a quick guess。 〃Excuse me； ma'am； but are you asking why I took the chance； or why an Irish…American would take the chance？〃 Jack was still ordering his own thoughts； examining his own memories。 Why did you do it？ Will you ever know？ He saw that he'd guessed right and went on quickly。
〃Your Majesty； I cannot speak to your Irish problem。 I'm an American citizen； and my country has enough problems of its own without having to delve into someone else's。 Where I e from we that is； Irish…Americans have made out pretty well。 We're in all the professions； business； and politics； but your prototypical Irish…American is still a basic police officer or firefighter。 The cavalry that won the West was a third Irish； and there are still plenty of us in uniform especially the Marine Corps； as a matter of fact。 Half of the local FBI office lived in my old neighborhood。 They had names like Tully； Sullivan； O'Connor； and Murphy。 My dad was a police officer for half his life； and the priests and nuns who educated me were mostly Irish； probably。
〃Do you see what I mean； Your Majesty？ In America we are the forces of order； the glue that holds society together so what happens？
〃Today； the most famous Irishmen in the world are the maniacs who leave bombs in parked cars； or assassins who kill people to make some sort of political point。 I don't like that； and I know my dad wouldn't tike it。 He spent his whole working life taking animals like that off the street and putting them in cages where they belong。 We've worked pretty hard to get where we are too hard to be happy about being thought of as the relatives of terrorists。〃 Jack smiled。 〃I guess I understand how Italians feel about the Mafia。 Anyway； I can't say that all this stuff paraded through my head yesterday； but I did kind of figure what was going on。 I couldn't just sit there like a dummy and let murder be mitted before my eyes and not do something。 So I saw my chance and I took it。〃
The Queen nodded thoughtfully。 She regarded Ryan with a warm； friendly smile for a few moments and turned to look at her husband。 The two municated without words。 They'd been married long enough for that； Ryan thought。 When she turned back； he could see that a decision had been reached。
〃So； then。 How shall we reward you？〃
〃Reward； ma'am？〃 Ryan shook his head。 〃Thank you very much； but it's not necessary。 I'm glad I was able to help。 That's enough。〃
〃No； Doctor Ryan； it is not enough。 One of the nicer things about being Queen is that one is permitted to recognize meritorious conduct； then to reward it properly。 The Crown cannot appear to be ungrateful。〃 Her eyes sparkled with some private joke。 Ryan found himself captivated by the woman's humanity。 He'd read that some people found her to be less than intelligent。 He already knew they were far off the mark。 There was an active brain behind those eyes； and an active wit as well。 〃Accordingly； it has been decided that you shall be invested as a Knight mander of the Victorian Order。〃
〃What er； I beg your pardon； ma'am？〃 Ryan blinked a few times as his brain tried to catch up with his ears。
〃The Victorian Order is a recent development intended to reward those persons who have rendered personal service to the Crown。 Certainly you qualify。 This is the first case in many years that an heir to the throne has been saved from almost certain death。 As an historian yourself； you might be interested to learn that our own scholars are in disagreement as to when was our most recent precedent in any event； you will henceforth be known as Sir John Ryan。〃
Again Jack thought that he must look rather funny with his mouth open。
〃Your Majesty； American law 〃
〃We know；〃 she interrupted smoothly。 〃The Prime Minister will be discussing this with your President later today。 We believe that in view of the special nature of this case； and in the interest of Anglo…American relations； the matter will be settled amicably。〃
〃There is ample precedent for this；〃 the Duke went on。 〃After the Second World War a number of American officers were accorded similar recognition。 Your Fleet Admiral Nimitz； for example； became a Knight mander of the Bath； along with Generals Eisenhower； Bradley； Patton； and a number of others。
〃For the purposes of American law； it will probably be considered honorary but for our purposes it will be quite real。〃
〃Well。〃 Ryan fumbled for something to say。 〃Your Majesty； insofar as this does not conflict with the laws of my country； I will be deeply honored to accept。〃 The Queen beamed。
〃That's settled； then。 Now； how are you feeling really feeling？〃
〃I've felt worse； ma'am。 I have no plaints I just wish I'd moved a little faster。〃
The Duke smiled。 〃Being wounded makes you appear that much more heroic nothing like a little drama。〃
Especially if it's someone else's shoulder； my Lord Duke； Ryan thought。 A small bell went off in his head。 〃Ex