Busodi had been waiting at the door for about forty minutes before someone finally came to call him in. Throughout his wait, not a word of complaint escaped him; he merely stood there quietly.
The guards at the door were amazed; it was the first time they had seen His Royal Highness Busodi so well-behaved. Usually, when Busodi was in a hurry to see the King, he would just barge in.
"Your Highness, thank you for waiting," said a guard as he jogged over. "His Majesty the King was handling official duties which caused a bit of a delay, but now you may go and see him."
Busodi showed no intention of complaining. He smiled at the guard and said, "You lead the way."
The guard assigned to lead the way was taken aback. He impolitely stared at Busodi. Was this the His Royal Highness Busodi he knew? Since when had Busodi become so polite?
Busodi smiled again and said aloud, "Shall we not go?"
