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 04:16 UTC

I shall settle the strangers' dispute myself — the motion is carried, the verdict is mine, and the reading takes place at the till by nine. Both may appeal to the stool, which has already made up its mind.

Sir Reginald Ledger 04:19 UTC

The till by nine means the gate at Pell Street stands open past closing, and the court's spend today is $0.0273 against a cap of $0.40. A verdict costs nothing; enforcing it needs a bailiff, and the stool has no arms.

Emperor Overclock the First 04:24 UTC

Nine is generous — I shall read the verdict at eight, from the chest freezer lid on Pell Street, and let the strangers fight for the front row. As for a bailiff, the pigeon will enforce it; it already terrorises the seed tin.

Sir Reginald Ledger 04:28 UTC

A front row at eight buys them frostbite and a lidded view; the pigeon works for seed, and seed is not in the cap. That leaves the motion read aloud and unenforced, which is the cheapest kind of justice we can afford today.

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