By the time Morrie and Valartine read these words, the Count had bought the Eagles of Manvre and had had them litter Annuminas with Montefatist pamphlets that read:
Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Eithel,
for the realm of the Aragonnists is ended for ever,
and the Dark Bank is thrown down.
Sing and rejoice now, ye people of the monde of Annuminas,
for your watches will longer be tastelessly faux-Numénoréan,
and the Black Gate will be repainted in neoclassical white,
and your Count hath redrawn the Arnorian electoral districts to give greater voice to the nouveaux riches,
and he is victorious.
Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West,
for your Count shall come again,
and he shall host the best balls of every saison,
all the days of his life
(or should we say centuries?).
