>>5341036>>5341102>The Vizier?>I bring you...>"you">NOT thou(You had considered flattery, but wisely avoided it. To thou'st a king, to address the King familiarly would have been a deathly error...)
Somehow you feel the meaning of words begin to reveal themselves more comprehensibly to you.
The plangent clarion call of some strange instrument resounds mournfully across distant battlements.
OLIVIA.
Cousin, cousin, how have you come so early by this lethargy?
SIR TOBY.
Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate.
Strange phrases shadow your memory as you think upon this Vizier - you do not think any Vizier resides in this land. Is a Vizier some sort of Chancellor? Perhaps some words sound like other words. Or maybe the King is mad.
When Sir Pellory speaks, you are mercifully spared any further tortuous periphrastic conceits. He glances worriedly at the King:
- This is not the time for foolery, O great sovereign. Fire and siege approaches our battlements. We must make haste...
