Open: King Cleos Whitestream and the young councilman Linus Drinkwater are at supper in the dining hall of Evenground castle. The day is in its first cycle of sun sleep. Linus: (Cuts into a pink slab of braised bison flank) I have to admit that I have never eaten this late before. But then again I have never hunted my own bison before either. Cleos: It can be thrilling at first, but I find the more I do it, the more I wish I didn’t have to. There are better things to do with my time when I have servants who can do the hunting for me. Cleos looks around the room at the 4 Masanian servants currently waiting on him and his guest. Cleos: I’m sure you lot would love a trot outside, wouldn’t you. They all stare at each other, not sure who will, nor how to answer. Linus: Well why don’t they? Cleos ponders this for a moment. Cleos: They can’t. Too busy working. The two friends laugh at their prosperity and status. Cleos: I am, however the king and can do what I like. He turns back to his servants Cleos: How about that? Next whole moon I’ll take you lot hunting! Linus: There’s a outstanding idea. Out of the four servants only three look pleased, their stature hinting at there hunting background, whilst one who looks rather less hunty, looks visibly terrified. Cleos: Yes, a hunt it will be! Then we can eat it together, but remember… Pause None move Cleos: I get the finest cuts, for I am king of Evenground! Linus: All hail your new king. The whole room bows in obedience.