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Then
let
him
take
his
knife
and
–
oh
,
the
Vizier
seems
to
be
hungry
after
all
.
Well
done
.
’
There
was
absolute
silence
while
the
Vizier
’
s
cheeks
bulged
rhythmically
.
Then
he
gulped
.
’
Delicious
,
’
he
said
.
’
Superb
.
Truly
the
food
of
the
gods
,
and
now
,
if
you
will
excuse
me
—
’
He
unfolded
his
legs
and
made
as
if
to
stand
up
.
Little
beads
of
sweat
had
appeared
on
his
forehead
.
’
You
wish
to
depart
?
’
said
the
Emperor
,
raising
his
eyebrows
.
’
Pressing
matters
of
state
,
O
Perspicacious
Personage
of
—
’
’
Be
seated
.
Rising
so
soon
after
meals
can
be
bad
for
the
digestion
,
’
said
the
Emperor
,
and
the
guards
nodded
agreement
.
’
Besides
,
there
are
no
urgent
matters
of
state
unless
you
refer
to
those
in
the
small
red
bottle
marked
"
Antidote
"
in
the
black
lacquered
cabinet
on
the
bamboo
rug
in
your
quarters
,
O
Lamp
of
Midnight
Oil
.
’
There
was
a
ringing
in
the
Vizier
’
s
ears
.
His
face
began
to
go
blue
.
’
You
see
?
’
said
the
Emperor
.
’
Untimely
activity
on
a
heavy
stomach
is
conducive
to
ill
humours
.
May
this
message
go
swiftly
to
all
corners
of
my
country
,
that
all
men
may
know
of
your
unfortunate
condition
and
derive
instruction
thereby
.
’
’
I
.
.
.
must
.
.
.
congratulate
your
.
.
.
Personage
on
such
.
.
.
consideration
,
’
said
the
Vizier
,
and
fell
forward
into
a
dish
of
boiled
soft
-
shelled
crabs
.
