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    Tydal wondered if that made his chances of survival better or worse. The AuzyAuzy homewaters had been destroyed by Finnivus and Indi mariners. For better or worse, he was an Indi shark. What did any of them care if Tydal lived or died?
    Enough moping, he told himself.
    Tydal was Indi’s acting leader and there was work to do. Though his selection was approved by the royals because they thought him weak, he still had to rule them. It was the only way that Indi wouldn’t get into another war. The royals had been coddled their entire lives. Most didn’t understand what it was to be told they couldn’t do anything they wanted. Each thought everyone should bow before them, just like Finnivus. They were dreadful! If Tydal allowed one of the royals to take his place, there would be plots and killings and finally civil war.
    I cannot allow that, he thought. We have been through too much already.
    Tydal swam out from the gardens and into the royal court proper, where Indi’s coral throne sat. The throne was made of gleaming rose coral and polished by sea snails until it shined. When the sun above the chop-chop cast its rays just so, the reflection formed a rainbow that glowed around the throne like a halo.
    Tydal didn’t like resting his fins on the coral throne. It felt haughty and arrogant. Then there was the fact that whenever he did so, absolutely nothing got done because the royals grew angry by what they thought of as arrogance when he used it. They challenged him in every small way that they were able. It shouldn’t have been the case since Tydal was their chosen leader, but there it was.
    â€œGiving it another go today, are we?” Xander asked. “Do I need to call in more of my mariners?”
    â€œI think you have enough,” Tydal replied.
    The scalloped hammerhead always looked like he was thinking deeply because of the ridges in his oddly shaped head. Tydal knew Xander was smart but he could also be rude and unhelpful because he hated being stuck in the Indi homewaters. But the hammerhead had recently saved Tydal’s life, so that was a big point in his favor.
    â€œTry not to let them snout-bang you so much, mate. It gets boring watching you used and abused every day by this sorry lot, savvy?”
    Tydal searched the hammerhead’s eyes to see if he was joking or making fun. It seemed that he was actually offering advice. Truly, Xander was a mystery.
    Tydal nodded to indicate to his own First Court Shark, a port jackson named Oopret, to put the royal court in session, which he did by saying, “The Indi Shiver royal court under Minister Prime Tydal, the first of his name, is now in session. Swim forward and be heard!”
    Five sharks, one from each of the royal families, came forward in a group. Usually they jostled one another for the chance to speak first. Sometimes there was a big enough fight that Tydal could simply cancel the audience, which was always a relief.
    This silent grouping was new and couldn’t be good.
    The tiger shark from the Taj family glanced right and left before speaking to Tydal, who hovered by—but not on—the Indi throne.
    â€œMinister Prime, we representatives of the five royal Lines demand to know what you’re doing to free our kin from their unlawful and illegal imprisonment in the Atlantis!”
    So that’s it, Tydal thought. They’re working together.
    Bringing their princes and princesses back to Indi would set all of their war-mongering plans into motion, and Tydal would surely be killed. He would have to be an absolute dunce to do this so it wasn’t going to happen.
    â€œI’m having high-level talks with Striiker, the leader of Riptide, and Graynoldus Emprex, the Seazarein, to do just that,” he lied. “When I know something for certain, you’ll be the first I inform.”
    â€œSo, you know nothing . . . for certain?” asked the spinner shark