Chapter Five
The Speech
“Spying is easy in a wheelchair; no one sees you.”—The Librarian
Manifesto the Great stared out of the grand balcony, his tiny frame barely reaching the top of the ledge.
He could hear the readers behind him arguing in the newly refurbished, enlarged-to-the-height-of-luxury room with a view.
The load of bollocks room.
Every day the readers sat around the extra-large table arguing like they knew what they were talking about, while footmen stood to attention in the corners poised for beverage requirements.
With a sigh, he stared into the sky.
Manifesto the Great’s footman slid the “viewing box” by the leader’s feet. Manifesto the Great ignored it; what did he care of a view when his mum was dying?
How was he to rule without her?
The readers were useless; the
