I wondered at the time how the King could make the phrase “Guards! Inspire him!” drip with so much malice, with that evil glint in his eyes. I was expecting that I would have to dance around the thrusts of their spears while I juggled and recited poetry or some such thing.

Heh. Well, all these skeletons in manacles, foolishly dressed as jesters, bony arms mockingly thrust through the restraints that they could so easily slip out of make it clear to me now. “Enspired” in the prison tower. Sneaky devil. At least I didn’t get canonicalized.

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