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third pair he was out of breath, but he did his best.
“Meeeyisss . . . Magraaaaa . . . Garrrrrli-ick ... His Majesteeeyyaa the Ki—Oh, bugger, now where’s he gone?”
The throne room a grave and solemn approach to life and a grim determination never to laugh at anything ever again, especially in the presence of custard.
In the role of ruler, then, he had started with the advan-tage of ignorance. No one had ever told him how to be a king, so he had to find out for himself. He’d sent off for books on the subject. Verence was a great believer in the usefulness of knowledge derived from books.
He had formed the unusual opinion that the job of a king is to make the kingdom was empty.They eventually found Verence II, King of Lancre, in the stable yard.Some people are born to kingship. Some achieve king-ship, or at least Arch-Generalissimo-Father-of-His-Countryship. But Verence had kingship thrust upon him. He hadn’t been raised to it, and had only arrived at the throne by way of one of those complicated mix-ups of fraternity and parentage that are all too common in royal families.He had in fact been raised to be a Fool, a man whose job it was to caper and tell jokes and have custard poured down his trousers. This had naturally given him