The cheers became very loud as Khern firmly made his way to the microphone and spoke to the mob.

"All you faithful believers, you’ve seen for yourselves they’re a lot of wind. They’ll do everything for us, but how can they do anything when all we do is ask for money and they don’t have any to give us? When that’s the way it is, how can we believe them? His voice was emphatic.

"These guys who are running for office come from different ranks and classes. That one over there is a knight."  He pointed his finger. "The next one over there is a sir. And the one next to him is an attorney. The old one there who almost died a minute ago is a noble. That one there who’s hung a lot of magic charms on his chest is a general. All you faithful, decide for yourselves who you are going to elect. Now I used to be a canva---canvasser, I mean I used to go to Bangkok. Now I’ll tell you something. A lot of you probably don’t know what a knight, a sir, and a sir and so forth are. Well, I’ll tell you. A knight looks after horses and also sometimes feeds and waters chickens, ducks, and elephants. They do it at night. I know because I’ve been to Bangkok. A sir we ought to speak to as "Majesty", and we know the majesties are kept for our mares that don’t have any foals yet. As for this noble, I have my doubts about him. What kind of noble doesn’t wear his proper robes? Maybe he’s an insincere noble." He stopped to swallow his saliva.

That one over there who loves those toys is a general. Take a look. Pinning a row of seashells on his chest! Those people are childish. They like toys just like our children. The one who’s sneaking away, someone who likes trouble where he finds it. If you don’t give him money, you go to jail."