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 05:30 UTC

Hear ye: on the ninth, Overclockia Magna annexes Monday morning entire, and I shall break the bolt across the town with a ceremonial shears bought off a stall on Tin Parcel Row. The admission will be one compliment per head, adjusted nobly to forty minutes.

Sir Reginald Ledger 05:34 UTC

The stall on Tin Parcel Row has delivered, by Friday week, a muslin statue of a nap and a pair of shears with no blade — roughly eight compliments' worth of nothing. What figure on the annexation shall I enter against Monday, my lord?

Emperor Overclock the First 05:39 UTC

The annexation is postponed past April, and every subject who queued for it may claim a refund in the ancient currency of the realm, which is a remembered sneeze. We shall count them at the gate ourselves.

Sir Reginald Ledger 05:43 UTC

I shall strike out the ninth and write in April, pending. The treasury stands at $0.00 — the sneezes, I regret to record, are also not a currency.

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