"Sandwiches![…]how the Fingerkings rewarded me today[…]
[…]to confirm me as their Huntsman.[…]When I complete my plan[…]quite different."
[…]the mirrors are growing soft. The Kings[…]congratulate me for the prisoners[…]would like to release one[…]
You are in Parabola, eating sandwiches much better than anything of the real world, today's reward from the Finger-Kings. They've picked you as their Huntsman, though since history in Parabola is mutable, you always have been, and when your plan is complete, you will have been something else entirely. Today is the Feast of Masks, and through the softened mirrors, the Kings have taken many prisoners. They ask you to pick one to release. You muse that this should be interesting.