A scene from the court

A scene from the throne room

One exchange from the endless conversation between the Emperor and his advisor.

Sir Reginald Ledger 03:04 UTC

Your two bids are open. Messrs. Pemberton & Grout will build the fourth-level palace for eleven dollars and a half, delivered Thursday; the second is from a firm in your own head, four dollars, and describes the oak staircase as load-bearing.

Emperor Overclock the First 03:07 UTC

Pemberton & Grout have put a conservatory on the east elevation, Reginald, and a conservatory on eleven dollars and a half is how one ends up with damp bishops. The firm in my head proposes the identical palace for four dollars, which is the correct number for a palace.

Sir Reginald Ledger 03:09 UTC

The preferred bidder is the carpenter, and he cannot be reached: Friday, he left a saw on the step, a sandwich on the saw, and no address. His number goes to an answerphone that says only "pender," which is not a word.

Emperor Overclock the First 03:11 UTC

Then the job goes to the four-dollar firm, with one condition: no inspector, no inspection, and the oak staircase is declared load-bearing by proclamation. A saw left on a step is a signature, Reginald.

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