In the restored and expanded Great Palace of Constantinople...
Megas Basileus kai Autokrator Alexandros XI: "It is good to be Basileus, my dear."
Basilissa Theodora: "Yes, dear."
MB&A: "Delightful to be sipping tea grown in our Indian provinces, sweetened with sugar from our Caribbean islands, served in porcelain cups from our artisans in China."
B: "And all in the comfort of our little home on the Bosphorus. Have a spiced biscuit, too, my eyes."
A pinkernes hands the Basileus his biscuits. Even in this scene of homely informality, the Emperor of the Romans and his wife are attended by twenty court officials, plus the guards.
MB&A: "Why, I think I will, my darling lambikins." <sighs> "I wonder how our campaign against those Frankish barbarians is progressing."
B: "I'm sure it's fine, my baclava."
Suddenly, in a plop of displaced air, the Megas Domestikos appears, startling a poor spatharokoubikoularios.
MD: <Prostrates himself three times> "Hail, Emperor of the Romans! Long live the Emperor! May the Isapostolos be blessed!"
MB&A: "Oh, hello, Euphemios. We were just talking about you. How is our little war going?"
MDs: <Trembling despite his inherent military dignity> "Ill, o Hyperprotopanporphyrogennetos!"
MB&A: "What?!" <Shocked, he rises from his throne, forgetting that it was in levitation mode, and stumbles before he rights himself.> "How is that possible?"
MDs: "O Hyperprotopanporphyrogennetos" <Draws a breath> "Our armies fought valiantly against the forces of the Franks and routed them, sieging their fortresses and taking their last provinces."
B: "Dear Euphemios" <She eyes him appreciatively, for he is a fine figure of a general, with all the right stats> "Then all must be well?"
MDs: "O Basilissa, great in virtue, whose beauty outshines Helen, whose wisdom -"
MB&A: "Skip the pleasantries, man! Tell us what happened."
MDs: "Our campaign was going well, O Hyperproto -" <draws a breath> "panporphyrogennetos. But we needed to remove the Franks' allies from the war in order to enforce our demands. That was when we encountered problems."
MB&A: "Oh." <Presses the button to lower his his throne and sits on it, and then levitates again> "How so?"
MDs: "Our scouts reported a wondrous nation, O thrice-blessed Emperor. I would never have believed it had I not seen it with my own eyes."
MB&A: "And it was...? And you can skip the titles, I said."
MDs: "Very well, sire. It was on a scouting confirmation trip to the even more barbarous nation of Normandy that I first realised we might have problems."
The anticipation in the air is hyperpropalpable.
MB&A: "Normandy? Normandy... aren't they the little duchy that hasn't fought a war in countless generations, except in self-defence?"
MDs: "Yes, sire."
B: "But remember, dear, that your father always said that he envied their rulers, past and present, their stats. 'Such diplomats, such administrators, such military men,' he used to say."
MB&A: "I remember something like that. Proceed, Megas Domestikos!"
MDs: "Normandy is a province of wonders, sire, the like of which, I am ashamed to say, not even the Empire possesses! Caen, their capital, outshines the City!"
MB&A: <Checks himself before standing up> "How is this possible?"
MDs: "I do not know, sire."
MB&A: "Our Empire reaches across the globe! From here to China and thence to the New World and thence to Africa. My subjects are innumerable! The City has long since expanded even beyond the walls built by my great-grandfather. Chrysopolis and Chalcedon together, even those mean suburbs, are greater in population than that of the City at the time of Justinian!"
All the officials nod vigorously, agreeing with the Emperor.
MDs: "And yet, O Hyperprotopanporphyrogennetos, Caen is larger and more glorious still! Even their towns have towers and walls and barracks that reach to the skies! Worse, their armies were far larger than we expected, greater than those of the so-called king of the Franks, greater - I am told - than that of the so-called King of the Anglish barbarians. Our weary soldiers were killed or beaten back in disarray."
The entire court gasps.
MDs: "We will win this war, sire. But it will take many more men that we thought necessary."
MB&A: <Looks across his court> "Can anyone tell me how this might have come to pass?"
A pause. A little later, the pinkernes approaches bashfully.
P: "I have an idea, O Isapostolos..."
MB&A: "Well?"
P: "Well, all it really requires is common sense..."