The Emperor nodded thoughtfully, joining the tips of his fingers and thumbs.

The Emperor nodded happily, and took up the tale.

That was evidently exactly the right thing to say; the Emperor closed his eyes and nodded, relaxing a little.

Following tradition, the performers waited until he Emperor nodded for them to proceed.

The Emperor nodded, then turned his painted face to stare up at the pass.

The Emperor nodded, white hair brushing his thin shoulders.

The Emperor nodded in contemplation, and the council stayed respectfully quiet.

The Emperor nodded, and turned to walk further up the line.

The Emperor nodded, and several days later he died.

"We'll leave it at that, then," the Emperor nodded, somewhat mollified.