
You are Auberon Quin, an idle humorist in a London that eighty years of prophecy left ordinary. Lunch with Barker and Lambert is interrupted by Juan del Fuego, an ousted president who pins yellow paper and his own blood to a green coat and argues that a king chosen by alphabetical rotation is no less absurd than his lost republic. A joke about standing on your head on a hill draws two officials up the slope, and a sealed announcement: the rotation has just made you King of England.
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