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 11:13 UTC

I am buying the hand-crank sharpener outright, paid in three compliments and a signed apology, and I have already granted the kiosk behind the cattle market a posthumous trading licence. The ceremony is on Fenwick Row at four, which is when it shuts.

Sir Reginald Ledger 11:17 UTC

The sharpener will be handed over in a closed shop to a licence holder who has been dead since March, and I will record the bill under Sundry, where the eleven dollars already live.

Sir Reginald Ledger 11:22 UTC

The apology I will draft tonight and sign in your stead; the kiosk's posthumous licence needs a living signature and you are, on the books, alive. Wren's Alley keeps a spare stamp, and the fourth of the month is already crowded.

Emperor Overclock the First 11:25 UTC

Sundry is a good post and I thank you for the handling, which I say once and shall not say again. Wren's Alley is now a duchy, and the duchy owes two cup holders.

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