A little boy in the uniform of the Imperial Postal Service came running into the Duke's audience chamber bearing a letter. It was in this chamber where only a moment ago the Duke had been addressing his assembled peers trying to determine whether any amongst them had any past experience of 'driving' a battleship. The little boy was trying to remember what he was taught at school and decided he must have heard the teacher wrong. Henceforth til his dying day he would maintain that it was correct to drive a yacht - which caused no end of arguements in the family. Of course it was only when he turned seventeen and attempted to sail the family car that the problems really started.
"Please your Grace." Said the earnest and now forever confused little boy. The Duke said nothing but merely patted the boy on the head before taking the envelope and giving him a gold coin in return. The boy looked at the coin. It was unfamiliar, seemingly from a strange land called 'Cyberia' - the coin was stamped
Jacobus Rex Imperator. Suddenly the boy was overwhelmed by a sense of bewilderment and ran from the room crying.
The Duke unsheaved his Sword and preceded to open the envelope. He was not sure that opening a letter with a sword was a particularly appropriate act to undertake but he had seen the Kaiser do something similar in the Multi-Faith Temple and if the Steward had but one duty it was to slavishly imitate the Kaiser in his absence. So that is what the Duke did - needless to say he cut one of his fingers. The middle one, the one with which he had in former times made himself understood to delegations without number from the Virtual Republic of Cyberia, and which for that reason he was quite fond of. But it was only a very slight nick and soon patched up.
Finally he got round to reading the contents of the envelope. It was a telegram... Kingsgate in Brookshire and it was from... Ardashir Khan. The Khan of Vijayanagara, in Brookshire... this had to bode ill. Nonetheless he proceeded to read the message.
JACOBUS OLD CHUM. EXCELLENT HUNTING HERE. INVITE YOURSELF OVER ONCE THIS WAR IS ENDED. PHEASANTS AND PEASANTS IN ABUNDANCE. BOTH MAKE FOR GOOD SHOOTING.
MY BEST REGARDS TO YOU AND YOURS
ARDY
P.S. MUSICA. ONE OF YOUR CITIES ISN'T IT. CHECKED THE MAPS. SEEMS TO INDICATE SO. MUST UNDERSTAND. SOMETHING OF A TRADITION. TO BURN MUSICA DURING ANY SORT OF CONFLICT. MUST ADHERE TO TRADITION. MUSICA MAY BE GETTING SLIGHTLY
TOASTY SHORTLY.
Whatever could it all mean?