CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
AVOIDING BREAKING THE TABOO AND PROTOCOL
A week later, on the morning of a wet Saturday, a certain sorcerer came all the way from Scotland to visit King William IV. Irikah was her name. She liked eating fresh cola nut any time she travelled to a distant place.
She had a round, smallish face and a pointed nose. She was hairy. She was also slim and short, and she was in her mid-twenties.
She wore a tattered cloak and a shapeless monochrome skirt that rustled like an old, dry banana leaf as she dangled along her solitary way. She seemed to be exhausted by her long journey.
Under her cloak was a little rat, which she had caged in a black leather hand bag. It was alive. She hung the bag around her neck and then covered it with her cloak.
The pair of boots she was warning
