Entry 183; Day 436

[misterblackbird]

{Screened from the Wicked Eyes of Those Who Wish Harm on the Sultan}
Summer's heat and the same troubles as ever-- chases me out of my palace in the hopes of finding even a breath of wind. The weather is exceptionally fine, though, even if hot. I suppose even kings must endure summer's heat.

I will spend the day in the walled garden, among my

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[obliviomancy]

We're out of afternoon wine. What do you command, O sovereign unto a thousand tales?

[misterblackbird]

Out? How can we be out? Probably the holy man's orders--somehow-- Then the cooled juices of fruits will suffice. Mind you do not spill them.

[obliviomancy]

Those who loll around in hot gardens all day will find something to drink.

Your kitchens contain a plethora of such things... O King of Ages. Does my lord wish for no specific fruit this day?

[misterblackbird]

Any of the fruits will serve, boy: apples, pears, peaches, oranges, sweetened lemon. So long as it is cool.

[obliviomancy]

[strides unromantically out into the garden]

Your pear juice, my lord.

[misterblackbird]

[Bit of a glower at the surly servant boy...]

And is it cooled and unspilled? Excellent. You may bring it to me.

[obliviomancy]

Here. ... O Flower wait, flower? of Justice.

[stands to the side and lowers the platter to juuust within arm's length, so that the Sultan would have to actually reach]

[misterblackbird]

[Bit of an eyebrow raised at that--is the boy disobedient or unaware? He takes the cup and sips from it.]

Mm. Excellent. My thanks, boy.

[obliviomancy]

[blank deadpan, so who knows?]

Truly, it is nothing unto your glory, O... king of... a thousand oases. Is there anything else you require?

[misterblackbird]

There is nothing, no. You may go. I will send for you if you are required.

But, boy? Mind your manners amid the royal court.

[obliviomancy]

Understood, wisest of all... [running out of synonyms] rulers. I remain at your call.

[A bow... and he slouches off at the speed of light.]