Two trembling candles on a table. Between them Christ upon the Cross. Against the wall in the uniform of an Admiral a man of shadows with a long blue jaw sits, almost invisible, upon the Throne of Spain. Palace guards in costumes that have not changed since the 16th Century usher into the shadowy Throne Room a pack of gentlemen, most of them incongruous in 20th Century boiled shirts. Their leader, the Captain-General of Spain's Navy, a man with close-cropped hair and clipped mustache who does not look his 70 years, advances,...
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