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The U.S. destroyer, her taut beauty leashed in Jidda Bay, had dressed for the King of Saudi Arabia.
The sight was something to belay an admiral. The King's rugs covered the steel deck. The King's gilded chairs gleamed against the grey turrets. On the forecastle deck, the King's tent stood in the somnolent heat. On the fantail, the King's sheep bleated in an improvised pen, making royal problems for the swabbers.
Royal Names, Royal Mutton. When all was prepared, King Abdul Aziz Ibn Saud (pronounced ib'n sa-ood) embarked with his brother, the Emir...
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