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King Richard's Bones — Elizabeth Aston
King Richard's Bones
“Here we go again,” said the Controller. “Of all our charges, you had to let Richard III escape. Again. Every time he goes back to Earth he causes trouble, and with the recent news, the Directorate of Unruly Spirits should have been on high alert.”
“There was no reason at all to think that he would break out like this,” the Director said.
“On the contrary, there was every reason to think so. The moment his bones were dug up, you should have known there was going to be trouble.”
“I explained the situation with regard to his bones to him, in a perfectly reasonable way.”
“Clearly not.”
“He isn't an easy subject to deal with.”
“He's not a subject, he's an anointed king.”
King Richard III, enraged at the bureaucratic and irreligious plans for the disposal of his mortal remains, has returned to his earthly realm in ghostly form to reclaim his bones for proper burial. Pursued by a pair of leather-clad celestial secret agents, he and his bemused musician accomplice, Sam, bundle the royal skeleton into a cello case… and set off for York.
Since when have Kings of England been buried in Leicester?
“Here we go again,” said the Controller. “Of all our charges, you had to let Richard III escape. Again. Every time he goes back to Earth he causes trouble, and with the recent news, the Directorate of Unruly Spirits should have been on high alert.”
“There was no reason at all to think that he would break out like this,” the Director said.
“On the contrary, there was every reason to think so. The moment his bones were dug up, you should have known there was going to be trouble.”
“I explained the situation with regard to his bones to him, in a perfectly reasonable way.”
“Clearly not.”
“He isn't an easy subject to deal with.”
“He's not a subject, he's an anointed king.”
King Richard III, enraged at the bureaucratic and irreligious plans for the disposal of his mortal remains, has returned to his earthly realm in ghostly form to reclaim his bones for proper burial. Pursued by a pair of leather-clad celestial secret agents, he and his bemused musician accomplice, Sam, bundle the royal skeleton into a cello case… and set off for York.
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