"Note to self,.." thinks the new King, as he strolls through the Palace Gardens; "I must send an emissary to The Republic; and maybe a gift or two. I must find out what their intentions are."
King Phillip turns to General Zillmann, the Minister for War: "I say General, it's rather hot today, don't you think"?
"Ja Mien King, but not as hot as the lead at Port Phillip"!
"Ah yes, Port Phillip! You were the RSM of the 7th Foot at the time I believe".
The General grew another 6 inches, (adding to his already considerable height).
"Ja mien King, I was 37, and in the midst of the best years of my life".
The General was one of only a handful of high ranking officers that had risen from the ranks.
"I hope your best years are still ahead of you. I feel they will be required,...".
Both men headed back to the palace.