“Yes, your highness. A fine army. The finest indeed. But have you ever measured it to be sure?”
The king seemed insulted. “Of course, I have,” he said. But instead of ordering Pisher executed for his insolence, the king stood abruptly and walked out of the stands, followed by his retinue. And Pisher the Gonif smiled, for he knew he had planted a seed of doubt.
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