The King

Anyone could tread on the King's court as he pleased, there was no royal carpet to roll on the floor. As One entered some bowed to their knees, but we thought Him a jester by the clothes He wore, less taste than us and ignorant in speech. He carried on ahead with eyes straight before,

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