Into Hell With the Flemings

Noon, the Flemish ambassadors and the play. Noon was the only one who arrived in time. They waited for one, two, three, five minutes, a quarter of an hour. Nothing happened. The gallery and the stage were still deserted. Impatience began to turn at anger. If they won't show us the play, one on the student, I think we have to hang the bailiff on the palace for entertainment. That's right. Let's start by hanging the sergeants. Loud cheers broke out. It was G. N. Frodo, who made it burst. He out of the top of his lungs, twisting around the pillar like a serpent