The great king walked proudly away from his horse. The crowd looked at him reverently. Slowly raising his worn face he looks, for just a moment, at the loyal people who have followed him through thick and thin, those who painted the fields red with thier blood. Then begins slowly and quietly..."We left for battle, went to take the fight to him. Many left, fewer are returning. On this day you have witnessed the triumph of good over evil. Tonight we will feast and celebrate our victory and we will morn the loss of our brothers. Everyone put on your finest, cooks prepare the food, let the feast begin." With those simple yet eloquent words the king turns and walkes into the castle. All around the crowd marvels at the king. Even tired as he was he still acted and looked very much a king, in manner and deed.
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