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A man was standing by the tent, by himself, looking unwelcome and unhappy to be there. I looked at him some more, then pointed him out to Ev.

“Look over there, in the back. Do you see who it is?”

“It’s O’Farrell, from the Hera. What’s he doing here?”

“And why does he look so unhappy? No, he’s not unhappy, he looks angry”, I said.

“Do you think we should say something to the captain?”

“I think so”, I said. I asked the reverend for his permission for us to leave the table for a moment.

I turned to Ev. “You see if you can get to the captain. I will go and say hello to O’Farrell. Perhaps he will cheer up when he sees some familiar faces.”

We excused ourselves and stood up. Just at this time, the important man who had started the day off now got up and asked the crowd to be seated, and to welcome his Highness, the Duke of Edinburgh to say a few words, and to start the formal part of the day. There was a shuffling of chairs as the crowd took their seats. This meant Ev and I had to stoop to avoid being too prominent. Ev reached the stairs to the main stage first. I was still about ten yards from O’Farrell. The attendant at the set of stairs was looking towards the prince, who was now making his way to the lectern. This allowed Ev to sneak past and head towards the table where the captain was sitting.

I weaved my way past a table of guests near that set of stairs. O’Farrell wasn’t where he had been standing just a moment ago. I moved closer to where he had been standing, then saw him at the back, hoisting himself up onto the stage. I saw Ev whispering to Captain Poppy. I looked back at O’Farrell. He had pulled a pistol from under his coat and was aiming it at the prince. I was too far away, even though I was only a few yards from him. He was on the stage, and I wasn’t. I had no other choice. “Gun, gun, gun” I screamed at the top of my voice.