        “Our first commandment shall be the return of our glorious language to its full flower.  Henceforth, anypony who doth misuse the Royal Canterlot Unicorn language shall be sentenced to three cycles of forced labor in the scullery.”  Her voice was hardly more than a whisper, but she chuckled as Twilight’s ears perked up, and the Royal Guard stationed outside the door turned his head inward.