The Ender Earl was already waiting for us, seated on a throne that appeared to be made of stacked purpur pillars with a velvet cushion on top. His sparkly purple cape was draped just so. His blocky crown sat perfectly straight. His violet glasses caught the pale light and glowed. He had his golden clipboard out and was writing something on it with great importance.
“You’re late,” he said, without looking up.
“We got lost,” I said. “Someone swapped all the signs.”
He looked up. “Yes,” he said. “That was me. I have it in writing.” He tapped the clipboard.
