For security, on any one night the Emperor would randomly choose from any of these beds.

The Emperor had chosen to meet his end here, in the great cathedral which he had ordered built so long ago.

But he did feel qualified to make a judgment on the means the Emperor had chosen to do so.

The Emperor chose instead to take no position, and that was that.

The Emperor had simply chosen to spring this on the council, to grind their will against an artificial emergency.

Certainly, the Emperor had chosen the right man for his mission.

Whatever the Emperor chooses to pass on to you is his business.

And he waited in turn, his pride proof against whatever the Emperor chose.

"Our Emperor has chosen another capacity for me," Morin said rather smugly.

"The Emperor may choose a mate for her," Scytale said.