To be young, perchance to dream

He got to the river quay, or more exactly to the sidewalk on the other side of the paved road running along the river, in the late morning. Too many people came out to see his Royal and Imperial Majesty. It was a beautiful, warm June day, the first week of what seemed likely to be a glorious summer. The pistol in his light summer jacket made him feel uncomfortable. Strange, he thought, that no one…