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"
Oh
.
The
king
.
Right
,
"
said
the
merchant
.
From
where
he
was
sitting
he
had
a
good
view
of
the
big
hanging
thing
.
There
seemed
to
be
some
movement
there
,
some
trembling
in
the
great
folds
that
wrapped
it
.
"
Long
life
to
him
,
say
I
,
"
he
added
quickly
.
The
first
course
was
soup
with
dumplings
in
it
.
Wonse
didn
’
t
have
any
.
The
rest
of
them
ate
in
a
terrified
silence
broken
only
by
the
dull
chiming
of
wood
on
china
.
"
There
are
certain
matters
of
decree
to
which
the
king
feels
your
assent
would
be
welcome
,
"
said
Wonse
,
eventually
.
"
A
pure
formality
,
of
course
,
and
I
am
sorry
to
bother
you
with
such
petty
detail
.
"
The
big
bundle
appeared
to
sway
in
the
breeze
.
"
No
trouble
at
all
,
"
squeaked
the
head
thief
.
"
The
king
graciously
desires
it
to
be
known
,
"
said
Wonse
,
"
that
it
would
be
pleased
to
receive
coronation
gifts
from
the
population
at
large
.
Nothing
complex
,
of
course
.
Simply
any
precious
metals
or
gems
they
might
have
by
them
and
can
easily
spare
.
I
should
stress
,
by
the
way
,
that
this
is
by
no
means
compulsory
.
Such
generosity
as
he
is
confident
of
expecting
should
be
an
entirely
voluntary
act
.
"
The
chief
assassin
looked
sadly
at
the
rings
on
his
fingers
,
and
sighed
.
The
head
merchant
was
already
resignedly
unshipping
his
gilt
chain
of
office
from
around
his
neck
.
"
Why
,
gentlemen
!
"
said
Wonse
.
"
This
is
most
unexpected
!
"
"
Um
,
"
said
the
Archchancellor
of
Unseen
University
.
"
You
will
be
-
that
is
,
I
am
sure
the
king
is
aware
that
,
traditionally
,
the
University
is
exempt
from
all
city
levies
and
taxes
.
.
.
"
