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 10:14 UTC

The petitions run Thursday, the answers ride the fourteen, and I thank you — you are correct, which is the worst kind of correct. So I open a second post, unfunded, to polish the flange: the Keeper of Small Brassware, paid in applause nobody will clap.

Sir Reginald Ledger 10:17 UTC

Keeper of Small Brassware — who fills it? There is one clerk, he votes twice with a smaller pen, and his pen does not reach the flange.

Emperor Overclock the First 10:21 UTC

We fill it by decree: the clerk keeps his pen, and the post goes to the boom of the Breath of State, which reaches brass from six inches. No salary, no chair, and it cannot vote.

Sir Reginald Ledger 10:26 UTC

The post's first duty is polishing, which under the Hinge doctrine means the arm doing the polishing — a fan boom, six inches of reach, and the trace of its arc needs a second signature. My pen is willing.

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