A crevice! shouts the Emperor in his sleep, and the canopy of ostrich plumes trembles.
The soldiers who pace the corridors with unsheathed swords believe the Emperor dreams about a siege.
Just now he saw a fissure in the wall and wants them to break into the fortress. In fact the Emperor is now a wood-louse who scurries across the floor, seeking remnants of food.
Suddenly he sees overhead an immense foot about to crush him.
The Emperor hunts for a crevice in which to squeeze.
The floor is smooth and slippery. Yes.
Nothing is more ordinary than the dreams of Emperors.
