alderman looked distractedly at the rest of the benches, which were filling up fast, and then down at the clearly empty space in front of him. He hitched up his robes with a determined expression.
'I think the fellow in the tights?'
'He's the Prologue,' said Nanny. 'You have to have him at the beginning so everyone knows what the play's about.'
'Can't understand a word of it,' muttered Granny. 'What's a gentle, anyway?'
'Type of maggot,' said Nanny.
'That's nice, isn't it? "Hallo maggots, welcome to the show." Puts people in a nice frame of mind, doesn't that since the play is commencing to start, your friends must find a seat elsewhere, when they arrive,' he said, and sat down.Within seconds his face went white. His teeth began to chatter. He clutched at his stomach'I told you,' said Nanny, as he lurched away. 'What's the good of asking if you're not going to listen?' She leaned towards the empty seat. 'Walnut?''No, thank you,' said King Verence, waving a spectral hand. 'They go right through me, you know.''Pray, gentles all, list to our tale . . .''What's this?' hissed Granny. 'Who's
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