affame_le_geant_poet's_corner fyn gula breakfast was successful and that's always a good thing, especially on days when bad news is imminent. king mal, still humming the bjork tune and looking over his plans for the snowman army construction and unaware there was sour cream in his goatee, was totally unprepared for the report the rooster herald brought about the calamity in the court of king crimson. saumboo, scribbling a note on the palm of his hand about the apricot jam (butter first, then jam) and also about offering the rooster a job in the kitchen (that tail was like something out of williams sonoma) had no choice but to delay the disturbing communique, at least temporarily, because his cell phone, with the barely audible robotron ringer was going off in his serving coat. he answered it on the third ring, which frustratingly set off his voice message. "this is saumboo," he said, while his recorded voice echoed him. he heard someone talking but could not understand them as his message played out and the mosquito-like buzz finally ended his impatience. "i'm sorry," saumboo said, "it's a little crazy around here. excuse me, sincerely." there was polite laughter from the other end, then an exotic voice saumboo did not recognize initially, but then as it continued, he noticed rynomarian tones in the lilting accent. "this is nabiscus," the voice said, and saumboo smiled. he was correct in his assumption. "good to hear from you," saumboo said. it was this member of the band of earthly souls that was responsible for paving the entrance way of saumboo into kemulya in the first place. the wait for entering america from sudan was long enough, but getting into an interior world was nearly impossible. (had everything to do with a dinner at lidia's in pittsburgh, when the pinot grigio was flowing, rodz of uganda was in classic form, ingrid was happy, the waiter was morroccan, and suddenly the bridge appeared and nabiscus yanked him across. rare.) "has the rooster herald made its way to you yet?" nabiscus asked. "yes," saumboo answered, and at that very moment it was confirming his desire to add him on kitchen staff, for he was doing the dishes, the tail perfect for drying. "good," nabiscus said, somewhat relieved. and saumboo was curious at the connection, but before he could voice his wonder, nabiscus spoke again. "we know of synoin's whereabouts," he said. "she's safe. copello told me nimbia and he spent time with her at poet's corner recently." saumboo was thrilled. this news, proceeding the announcement of the demise of the court of king crimson would surely soften the blow. mal and mauvis could not live without noticing the empty spot in their kingdom, the princess throne vacant. and though this neglect defined them amongst other kingdoms in kemulya as renegade, uncaring, and chaotic, deep inside it was a pain they realised could only be removed through forgiveness and reconciliation. "i will tell the king and queen at once," saumboo said. 020112 what's it to you? who go blather from