Sir Nigel reached into his sleeve and withdrew a folded parchment. As he unfolded it, he cleared his throat and began to speak before he even had a chance to read it.
“Greetings from Their Majesties’ Royal Council,” he said.
“Council?” Said King GarGar, who stopped eating his soup and looked up.
“Yes, Your Majesty, the Council.” Replied Sir Nigel, who looked a little annoyed by the interruption. He cleared his throat a second time and continued. “As it has come to our attention-“
“Attention?” Again, His Majesty interrupted.
“Is there an echo in the room?” Laughed Queen Pirouette.