At the Foot of His Throne

Imagine a palace. A throne room. Guarded by marble pillars and lined with stern-looking courtiers. The walls are hung with tapestries and rich brocades of dark purple. The ceiling is covered with plated gold that glints and gleams in the sunlight streaming in through stained glass windows. And before you, seated on a great golden throne of red velvet, there he is. The king. And he is not surprised to see you. Boldly, you walk down that endless marble courtroom to the very foot of his throne,...