The emperor stood high upon a dais in the throne room surrounded by all his most powerful vassals. His chin thrust forth and head angled slightly up he sternly eyed them turning first to the left and briefly to the right. The multitude of hands within the room thundered with applause which made the emperor’s chest slightly swell and puff out with even vainglorious self appreciation. He was not like them, he was better! He knew also that there were many in this great hall among that thundering horde that hated him and would depose him in a blink of an eye if he gave them a chance. But he knew also that he had the power of a God to take any life he wished life by a simple whim. The plotted and ployed in their archaic bureaucratic fashion, shuffling old papers with meaningless declarations about the rights of all who lived beyond these great walls. It did not matter for his own appointed ministers could surveil their huts from on high and if need be send out a blackguard to snatch tey and their family from their beds in the early hours of the morning. The great mass of them were in turmoil anyhow. Too busy embroiled in petty squabbles amidst themselves to notice that the mischief came purposely indirect from him.
He had taken the wealth of the nation, sold its people into slavery, demoted those from former access to independence back down into the lower ranks of the rambling herd. This he had initially done at the bidding of that phantom class of merchants that though paltry in numbers, worked ceaselessly to aggrandize control over humanity by deceitful notions. The lessons that they learned over the centuries made them exceedingly adept at trading paper and other base objects for the real wealth of land and all its bounties. Taking everything possible from all their guileless neighbors that the encountered giving in return simpleminded foolish notions and encouraging baseless morals. These were powerful allies indeed! But as he heard the bellowing roar of this throng before him he knew inside that he could challenge even them with a simple flick of his wrist. Though he had been born half slave and half merchant he had transformed himself into all God. No one dare challenge him lest the slave class that he derived his name from would run riot and defile the false utopia of the others in the herd. He almost allowed the thinnest of smiles to transform his stony glare. But he leashed it in before he spoke in his own mighty voice. The sea before him quieting from its previous stormy embroil to barely sound of a whisper.
“Just a mile from my house . . . !”