Hall to Palace Yard, I went, and with my two parcels, one weighting each arm, walked into this old place along a line of purple-dusted busts; I deposited my boxes on a table beside a massive brass thing lying there, which, I suppose, must be what they called the Mace; and I sat to hear.
"At first I thought it was about being really tired," says Massingill, 36, whose son, Mace, is now 7 months old.
While Mace is the point of the story, would it have really been that bad for either party to find a different parking place?
A legend spreads as Mace is able to have some success against an evil sorceror's summoning of the Vampyre Kings and other forces.
The Mace is kept under the Table until the new Speaker is elected.