Ronald hired a limousine, even though it was very difficult for the travel agent to arrange for it. He was very choosey about it, as he didn't want a car that would have the "taxi" sign dangling on it. The travel agent sought to know if he would be needing a driver or not, but he opted for a hired driver. Ronald never liked extravagance, but as per the demand of the occasion he was bound to do so. The agent called a driver and a short black boy of about twenty years promptly arrived.
The agent said, "He is your driver; enjoy the journey."
"Well," Ronald hesitated but he knew he had to ask for it. "I was thinking, can you arrange some uniform – you know – white shirt, a pant and a cap."
The agent chuckled. "I guess the situation demands such improvisation…"
Ronald was going to say something, but the agent interrupted him and said, "Haha, I understand, you need not bother to explain. Concerning your request of uniform, it can be arranged."
Then the agent called someone on his mobile phone, mumbled something and chuckled continuously. When the call ended, he said to Ronald: "Don't worry Sir. The driver's white uniform will arrive in no time."
"Ok then," said Ronald. "You must ring me when you get the uniform." Pointing through the glass door at the hotel in front of the agent's office, Ronald continued, "I have not yet had my breakfast. I am going to the hotel. All right?"
"Yes," said the agent with a pleasant smile.
As Ronald was leaving, the agent said something to the young driver which was to the hearing of Ronald: "Sir is trying to impress his girlfriend; you must behave."
Ronald smiled gently and went to order a plate of pasta from the restaurant which he quickly finished, but remained seated on the chair. He googled the royal family named Cobra of Makinhurst. He was to pose as Andrew's friend on getting to the Hurst House, as well as conduct a proper internet background check on the king prior to his meeting with him. He then found out that the current descendant was Pissin Cobra.
"A bizarre name," Ronald had come across while reading those books about matriarchy robbed from Kaizermagus Central Library, which Andrew had read and scribbled so many things on. Ronald was liking Andrew more and more. He thought: Andrew seems a mysterious man now. But in his youth he was not that mysterious or secretive. Not frightened to leave clues, knowingly or unknowingly.
As Ronald was studying those books thoroughly, he came across a blank page where he scribbled in his tiny clumsy handwriting that he enjoyed the feast at Pissin Cobra's palace as he met some Celia there. As Ronald smirked and googled the king's name, he became confused as to whether to be happy or sad. He felt as if his mind was not functioning before a particular thought suddenly came up in his mind.
As he patted his own back, he began to think of calling Pissin's personal assistant to fix an appointment, while posing as Andrew's old pal. Then he could go to the palace and… He patted his own back again and procured the phone number of Cobra Palace from their personal site. He immediately called and someone with an aged mechanical, yet polite and official tone responded: "Yes, Hurst House. How can I help you?"
Ronald said to himself: I am a polite man too. Then he said on the phone, "Yes Sir, I am speaking on behalf of Ron Swordrunner, the late king Sir Roland Swordrunner's only descendant…"
The voice from the other end of the mobile phone became more courteous, "Yes Sir, do speak."
"Sir, our master wishes to fix an appointment at midday tomorrow to discuss certain personal matters."
"Can you give me some more details, Sir? I need to draw our Highness's attention to some particularities."
After keeping silent for a few seconds, Ronald then said, "Sorry Sir, our master says personal things must remain personal. I as a servant have no right to know of it."
"Oh," the aged voice at the other end sounded toneless and Ronald could not understand whether the old personal assistant would fix the appointment or not. All the same, the aged voice said, "Please leave your number; we will try to fix an appointment."
Ronald kept his fingers crossed for one hour before he received a call in respect of the good news from the personal assistant.
Now the travel agent called him, "Everything is set Sir; please come."
Looking the closed glass door of the travel agency in front of the hotel, Ronald saw the manager, on one hand gleefully waving at him and also the driver wearing a white uniform and a white cap.