For the rest of the evening, the Lesaew brothers rolled in their new riches, drank the finest wine, and fell asleep on piles of fur.
On the day before the procession, the Lesaew brothers remained tucked away in the large sewing room surrounded by treasure.
Smith approached the sewing room door and called for the brothers. When the door opened, Smith was suspicious to see the mannequin in the centre of the room wearing… nothing.
“Have you finished the emperor’s outfit? He grows eager t-to see your f-finest creation,” Smith asked.
He glanced around the room and noticed that all the furs had been stacked up and tied with heavy rope, and the velvet sacks of gems were tightened shut and placed near the south wall. Smith grew even more suspicious.