Harold frowned as he opened the letter from the Laverstone Trade Commission.
“Dear Sir,” it said.
“It has come to our attention your business ‘Alexandrian Gold’ contravenes section 12 (d) of the Laverstone Traders Washing Agreement, to whit ‘no business shall be permitted to open on the sixth Monday after Beltane, pursuant to regulation 5(a) and is subject to a fine of not less than five
J P Fortesque
43rd Earl of Washers and Trader’s Guild.”
“Do you know anything about this, Jasfoup?” he asked.
The demon looked away. “An old Laverstonian Guild,” he said. “You’ll have to comply, else they’ll revoke your trading licence.”
“But what was all that business about the sixth Monday?”
“Ah.” The demon smiled. “That was washing day. All traders were required to help with the washing of the public linens.”
“There is no way,” said Harold, “That I am washing my linens in public.”
“I know,” said Jasfoup. “Your mum still washes them for you.”