As you spin the yarn as you understand it to Tom, you realize that there's a bit of a crowd taking shape around you. That's what happens when you run through the palace grounds hollering at everyone with visible ears, you suppose.
Well, every crowd is an opportunity, you think, preening surreptitiously. But the powers-that-be might not take kindly to you making a grand scene out of an embarrassing royal event.
What is a fabulously talented young genius to do?