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"Wow," said Roba, fastening the rope to the brass ring on the wall. He looked at the tiger, impressed. "Your father's the king, where you're from?" "Technically, he's Qhagan," said Apa. "The Khan of Khans." He had never been to a brothel before and felt full of nervous, chatty energy. "A Qhagan's authority countermands local judgments, even where there are other rulers." "Well, tonight," grunted the elephant, hefting him into place. "I'm the Khan of you."