The court room was breaming with activity.
Paper pushers and button mashers, chair placers and wig wearers all jockied for position for the day's business.
The entirety of the court were all in a kafaful because it had been earlier announced the the king of hearts would be making an announcement.
Perhaps it was a recap of the kingdom's treasury plans. Maybe it would be an explanation on the kingdom's expansion program or a quick summary on his thoughts on the conceptualized Wall of Blocking he want's erected.
The supreme judgery of all things lacadistical and rudimentary stood at the steps of the great 'Divinely and Dignified Burning of the Heretics and Marshmallows' altar.
"Ladies and gentle makers. I present to you, the kingly monarch emperor tzar tyrant king, Grandfath...'
a young nickle pounder tugged at the judges robes, the large man leaning over to his left to castigate the youth. The young man whispered so-so's and what not's into the man of judging's ear. With great surprise, the large man stood straight again and fumbled with tumbling words.
"Ah, yes, right, well then. I present to you the Grande Inquisitor Sutra Bahuas!"
The clapping was split in the middle. One half was loud and boisterous, resounding in the halls of the adjusted, the other half was absent; a lifelong practice of one-handed cheering and a big chip on their shoulders had become their king.
The crowd settled down for tea and talk.
"It has been brought to my attention on this very sad day that some of those who have vowed to protect the crown have taken to walking and talking with our enemy, Alice.
What I need to know now, is as to the reasons and prereasons, seasons, and conditions that have led up to this blatant disregard for all things crowned."
The huffling cuffafuling crowd almost shook the house of rarities down to it's pillars.
"Madness!
Preposterous!
Buttermilk!"
shouted the enraged crowd of onlookers.
"Madness, yes....yes! That's it! Sour buttermilk in their blessed charms perhaps!"
The rhetorical question silenced the crowd almost instantly. They wondered if their morning brunch had been sacked by bad buttermilk as well.
"Nay, madness, those who had been loyal to the crown have given into the creeping madness plaguing our lands!"
"At least, it's at a crawl and not a trot or canter eh?" posed the intrigued judge.
"What? Nevermind."
Sutra waved his hands around with almost reckless abandon, before regaining composure and proposed politely.
"I want the loyalist stricken with this Alician madness, found, escorted back to the royal castle, cleansed and cured, and I want Alice captured, dead or alive. Preferably bound in chains, to be interrogated at my leisure."
The scribe struck the last part at the whispered request of the crowned monarch.
The royal guard nodded and file out in a single file lines. Message would reach the depths of the darkest corners with the command, eager to begin the hunt.
Satisfied with his handling of the situation at hand, the dark one peered into the crowd and asked.
"How about some enchiladas?"
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[con't]
_________________ The general who advances without seeking fame and retreats without fearing disgrace, whose only thought is to protect his country and do service for his sovereign, is the jewel of his kingdom. -Sun Wu
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