"Yep," the King said. "And now you're in it, too."
"Then I'm only dreaming!"
Charlie, the fat man, clumsy as ever in his robes of State, said: "So that's the snooper, eh?"
"Yep," Dawes chuckled. "Think you better round up the Knights."
Sol said: "The Knights?"
"Exelution! Exelution!" Sally shrieked.
"Now wait a minute—"
Charlie shouted.
Running feet, clanking of armor. Sol backed up against a pillar. "Now look here. You've gone far enough—"
"Not quite," said the King.