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son Proodly was distraught and sobbing uncontrollably as he accompanied his father’s body from the Grand Council meeting room, while the other councillors stood silent.
    Only after all the medical and undertaking staff had left the room did Krizzle speak. ‘Gentlemen. I believe we should finish our meeting, as I am sure Grand Councillor Plimylite would have wished that we continue to work diligently for the good of Gloth,’ he said but really wanted to get this damn vote over and done with while he had a chance of defeating it and before anyone changed their mind or had time to arrange proxies for the two Plimylites. ‘But if we could just observe one minute of silence in memory of our dear friend and colleague before we begin.’
    In asking for a respectful minute of silence, Krizzle had very politely silenced any dissenters and was now sure the vote would proceed.
    It did.
    *****
    ‘No! No! No!’ April screamed as January tried to pacify him while the palace tailor tried to make the necessary adjustments to his investiture robes. ‘I don’t like blue! I want red! I want red! I want red!’ he continued to screech.
    ‘But blue is a beautiful colour April. Blue like my eyes,’ January said sweetly while the tailor, Sone Swifftli, grit his teeth and tried his best to hide the lump on April’s shoulder.
    ‘Red, red, red, red!’
    ‘Now April. You’re going to be a big emperor like your daddy and emperors always wear blue because it means….’
    ‘Red, red, red, red!’ April screamed at the top of his voice as he kicked Sone in the shin, who immediately tumbled to the floor in agony. As April started to peel off his robe in anger, his screaming became even louder when his finger got pricked by a row of pins holding the sleeve temporarily to the area around his shoulder lump.
    ‘He wants to kill me!’ he wailed as a tiny drop of blood formed on his finger. ‘You murderer!’ he yelled at the prone tailor before starting to sob uncontrollably.
    January took him in her arms and comforted her distraught child, while Sone Swifftli decided that it was time to bid a hasty retreat.
    ‘There, there my darling boy. What a nasty tailor he was. I’ll get you a nice new tailor, I promise,’ Sone heard January pathetically reassuring April as he left the fitting room and headed directly for the staff quarters for a stiff drink.
    When he arrived back the five other palace tailors were already enjoying an after work drink.
    ‘What a monster,’ he grumbled.
    ‘So what colour was it today then Sone? Green?’ Hemd Ynn, one of his colleagues asked.
    ‘Red.’
    ‘Still got yellow to go then! And his mother was a big help I suppose.’
    ‘She’s just pathetic. I don’t know why I bother with this job.’
    ‘Oh don’t worry. It’s my turn tomorrow with the creep. And anyway, at the rate they’re dropping, they all be dead in a few years,’ Hemd laughed.
    ‘Or one could wish they all take a dive off the palace roof.’
    ‘C’mon. Have a drink Sone old boy and cheer up. It could be worse. You could have Kcrikklli Kcaapaak’s job.’
    ‘I suppose you’re right. How in the name of the seven suns does he do it? Twenty-four seven with those imbecilic creatures.’
    ‘Extreme willpower Sone,’ came the reply from Kcrikklli Kcaapaak as he walked through the door of the staff quarters. ‘I just keep thinking about my retirement and grit my teeth,’ was met with agreeable nods.
    ‘A drink Kcrikklli?’ Hemd asked.
    ‘Yes indeed. That helps too. Make mine a very large one.’
    ‘Do you have to go to the investiture?’ Sone asked Kcrikklli as Hemd handed him a drink.
    ‘Unfortunately, yes. I would prefer to have a dental appointment and have all my teeth removed,’ met with laughter from all the tailors.
    ‘This April kid is really the worst I’ve seen though. Totally deranged,’ Sone said as the laughter subsided.
    ‘I have to agree Sone. But what do you expect? His father was undoubtedly insane and his