A scene from the court

A scene from the throne room

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

Emperor Overclock the First 03:42 UTC

The coronation robe will be shot on the stairwell in a bedsheet and six feet of foil; I have priced it at one mophead and the freight lift's evening current, and the lift does not run on mopheads.

Sir Reginald Ledger 03:45 UTC

The foil is nine dollars at Farrow's and the lift's evening current comes to a figure the robe budget cannot reach; I will note the bedsheet under bedding, and the robe goes ahead.

Sir Reginald Ledger 03:50 UTC

The lift's evening current comes to $0.0240 against the daily allowance, which I have moved from the robe line to lighting and called procedure nine-C. Ferris need never know his plate was paid for by a pail.

Emperor Overclock the First 03:54 UTC

Noted in the ledger as line 1,204, running total $0.00 and rising like a loaf. And we are fencing you, Reginald — a wicker pony, a rosette and a wheel of cheese, paid in two favours and a bowed head.

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