There was no time to waste.
Nicholas Hatter knew that quite well, and yet he hesitated for a moment—it may have been what you might just call a stage fright. Except there weren't any stages and his audience were only four.
Perhaps in another lifetime, he would have done well with live comedy.
He cleared his throat for one moment and considered the atmosphere, the four Queens were now all seated and their attention was solely on him.
What song should he sing?
He couldn't sing something silly, could he? He once sang a song that had upsetted the Queen and a certain individual—although for the love of all things tea, he couldn't recall the other person.
Nicholas Hatter once fancied himself as a poet, asking riddles were an art that took on many forms. And yet he tried to find a melody that seemed so familiar, a song out of reach that he had to simply grasp. An epiphany that called to him to sing and so he began.
