The territorial flames crackle briskly,
light and transparent as the morning breeze...
They enable one to cook the very best pot-au-feux,
and they purify the darkest souls without producing the slightest
bruise. The territorial fire goes throuh the motions of its dance, never giving in to fatigue...
Only "Moustache" the fireman within theTerritory
may take care of it, while awaiting the creation
of another post. The new position would apply to a vassal and would have
to comply with work regulations regarding the weekly day off.