It seems extraordinary to set the scene here but here is where it is to begin. First a warder entered and looked to the inmates and asked them if they could offer theadvice of the gods. This is not right. This is unprecedented. This is extraordinary. The warder had had a vision and was suffering from a fit of fancy  because of it. it was extraordinary to him the flights of fancy that such visions should bring. The vision was extraordinary to the warder. it was a vision of a king but would the king understand if we told him? Would it be possible if we told the king, if we told the king would he see? the weather outside the prison was unseasonable and the inmates and the warder put the vision down to the tempestuous weather but was that just another instance of the flights of fancy that the warder was suffering from. ‘Jonas,’ said he to himself, for such was his name, ‘Jonas,’ said he ‘is this but a flight of fancy and would the king ever understand it anyway?’ When jonas considered the situation he thought that tax in the kingdom was already high enough and he could not afford to tax his brain anymore and this was the reason he went to the prisoners. The extraordinary events had began because Jonas knew that prisoners paid no tax and so could afford to consider his quandary. He did not expect their solution to be so extraordinary.

these were slayers, what respect had they for the gods? What respect had they for the king whose laws they had already broken? What respect had they for the warder, their prison-keeper? Respect from these would have been most extraordinary. for the warder to go to these men marked him out to them as having a foolish mind, a mind not well developed enough to know. The warder was extraordinary in their eyes for his weakness and his willingness to give himself up to flights of fancy and to allow his meagre visions affect the world and the kingdom in any way. This was the mindset of the men that the warder took his extraordinary request to. These men who had no care for life, immune to pain, immune to hope. Who can be immune to life but the gods and so these men were as gods and so these men were willing to play with men who were not gods. Men who were not gods were ants to be directed, dissected, in the most amusing way. And so the warder entered this den of the gods, the prison of the gods, an extraordinary ant farm he entered voluntarily but leaving voluntarily was no option to him.

Jonas faces the prisoners and begins his extraordinary story, telling of his extraordinary problem and the face of the gods frowned down at him. ‘Outside these walls it is a beautiful day,’ declared the gods ‘and yet you have the audacity to cloud the sun with your tiny worries and pointless visions.’ Jonas was their master but he trembled before their might. Falling to his knees he begged forgiveness and guidance. Forgiveness for his transgression, forgiveness for the breaking of their laws, real laws not state laws, forgiveness for their imprisonment and still they frown down their terrible and extraordinary frowns. Jonas remained lying on the ground before them trembling amongst them. the extraordinary Jonas who feared none alive but those that stared death in the face.