one word [gong]

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(ref: here)

The bell sounded.

"The ringer must be new," thought Matthew, as he slowly set his cup on its saucer.

Motioning to the servant to answer the door, Matthew thought, "I wonder who they sent this time."

Gentle scurrying was replaced with firm boots; the accompanying breeze hinted at cinnamon and saffron.

"The King sends his blessings," stated the messenger. Dust from various climbs left marks on the floor.

The messenger remained on the other side of the silk curtain.

"I see they still haven't taught you common courtesies," replied Lord Matthew. "Or are you truly from the King?"

The breeze that had accompanied the messenger remained, slowly swaying the silk curtains separating walkway from room.

"Of course I'm from the king," said the messenger, pulling out his stiletto. "He sent his best trained messenger to deliver the one message you would be sure to comprehend."

A quick slice allowed the silk wall to drift in the gentle breeze from the still-open front door.

"What?!" said the messenger, as he looked upon where Lord Matthew had sat moments before.

"If you had been sent by the true king," replied Lord Matthew, landing atop the messenger. "You would have known to knock."

Lord Matthew's landing was followed by a loud *pop*.

"And known only fools and traitors use the gong," commented Lord Matthew, as he motioned to the new servant to move the body.

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