“It seems,” said the Hearer, after listening for awhile, “that the women in America have clubs.”
“Are there spikes in them?” asked Ruggedo, yawning.
“I cannot hear any spikes, Your Majesty,” was the reply.
“Then their clubs are not as good as my sceptre. What else do you hear?”
“There’s a war.”
“Bah! there’s always a war. What else?”
For a time the Hearer was silent, bending forward and spreading out his big ears to catch the slightest sound. Then suddenly he said:
“Here is an interesting thing, Your Majesty. These people are arguing as to who shall conquer the Metal Monarch, seize his treasure and drive him from his dominions.”
“What people?” demanded Ruggedo, sitting up straight in his throne.