Zenta!

In the Zentan capital of Nehrenvar, Hospodar Casimir, 'God's Umbrella and Also Possibly His Hat', is in conversation with his Grand Vizier Radu Pasha. The subject - terrible rumours of war emanating from Mittelheim, carrying with them the prospect of death, destruction, and the accumulation of human misery.
'Excellent news, Radu Pasha', says Casimir, beaming.

As previous editions of this painfully cheap publication have noted, the Hospodar has been keen to stoke the fires of conflict in Mittelheim as a way of escaping the call from the Sublime Porte to participate in the upcoming campaign in Persia. As a result, Casimir concocted a plan to disrupt Mittelhem's peace and sow discord. As the recent events in Schrote, and their consequences, have indicated, he has been rather successful

'Yes, my lord', replies the vizier. 'Excellent - and may I say a testament to your skill and deep sagacity in affairs of strategy and statecraft'.

'Yes, Radu slave, you may say that. And may I say, in my turn, that those words mean all the more to me because I know that you always, always tell me the truth'. The Hospodar arches an eyebrow and smiles at his vizier.
Radu bows, feeling, as he always does after a smile from Hospodar Casimir, deeply uplifted: if, that is, one's definition of the word 'uplifted' is feeling that a small part of one's soul is being water-boarded.

'Anyway, Radu Pasha', continues Casimir. 'Your presence here must signal some developments in matters of policy'.
'Indeed, my lord. The Bachscuttel ambassador wishes to see you. And also a newly arrived envoy from The Empire of all the Fenwicks'. 

'Later', says Casimir, waving dismissively. 'Much, much later'.

'More immediately, Dread Lord, the troops are assembled'.

'Excellent! Well, let's rustle up a few eunuchs, and toddle out to the parade, shall we?'

'Before that, my lord, I think that ...' Radu Pasha is interrupted by sounds of a commotion in the corridor outside.