Page 39 - The Gluckman Occasonal Number Nine

Now the pikemen really had their work cut out for them. Several
of the more enthusiastic and suggestible among the onlookers had
rushed forward, eager to acclaim and embrace Hipponymous Tosh.
The councilor waved and blew kisses at his admirers. Not once had
he looked at the princess, who began to pick at the necklace as if it
were a scab.
It took several minutes to calm everyone down and remove the
wounded. The councilor turned expectantly to the king.
“Your political skills are prodigious,” began the monarch. “But
only a fool would stir up ethnic rivalry inside the palace. Your answer
is absurd. You are banished.”
Tosh began an impassioned oration in his own defense, but it was
quickly stifled by the palace guard. The crowd was stunned. Their
favorite had fallen: politics was a dangerous business, after all.