Editing Opera imperialis (section)

===SONG – THE SCRIBE.===

Ink spots on paper and whispers of abbots<br/ >
Finely wrought forms and the comfort of habits<br/ >
Brown ink and red ink and cherubs with wings<br/ >
These are a few of my favourite things<br/ >

But you two are new here and our fine traditions<br/ >
Give me some leeway for new acquisitions<br/ >
For a mere fifty thrones you can be on your way<br/ >
And I’ll leave the paperwork in disarray.

FRED. But sir, that is all the money I have! (He Holds Out His Purse.)<br/ >
SCRIBE. No matter! (Snatches Purse.) On your way then!

Retreat SCRIBE, forward GUARDSMAN.

GUARD. Afternoon, sir, mad’m. New to Footfall, I see?<br/ >
FRED. ...Perhaps...<br/ >
GUARD. Well, have you registered for the Draft?<br/ >
FRED. The Draft? Oh no, I don’t want to serve in the Guard!<br/ >
GUARD. What’s that? You seem to be lacking Imperial spirit, maggot. Now, if you don’t want to be drafted, the Guard requires a donation. Those look like a fine set of pistols on your belt, whot...