The Stranger looked up at the imposing building which stood atop the long flight of steps. This had certainly been built to present a sense of power, he observed. And to instil a feeling of awe. Unperturbed, he started up the steps.
At the entrance to the portal, two armed guards stood sentry. They watched the Stranger as he approached their stations.
‘Good morning, kind sirs,’ the Stranger began. ‘I seek an audience with the Ruler.’
The guards glanced at one another. This was an unusual approach. Most people didn’t even try to speak to the Ruler, they were so much in awe of him. Here this man was, calmly asking them the question.
‘Er, let me see what I can do for you, Sir,’ Leftie answered, and disappeared inside the building.
Fifteen minutes later the guard reappeared, somewhat flustered. ‘Er, Sir, the Ruler says that you are to wait for him in his anteroom! Please follow me.’ And with that, the Stranger and the guard entered the building.
