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"
Excuse
me
-
"
the
head
assassin
began
.
"
Some
common
murderer
,
I
mean
-
there
is
no
.
.
.
satisfaction
there
.
The
whole
essence
of
the
king
’
s
feeding
is
that
it
should
be
,
well
.
.
.
an
act
of
bonding
between
king
and
subjects
.
It
is
,
it
is
perhaps
a
living
allegory
.
Reinforcing
the
close
links
between
the
crown
and
the
community
,
"
he
added
.
"
The
precise
nature
of
the
meal
-
"
the
head
thief
began
,
almost
choking
on
the
words
.
"
Are
we
talking
about
young
maidens
here
?
"
"
Sheer
prejudice
,
"
said
Wonse
.
"
The
age
is
immaterial
.
Marital
status
is
,
of
course
,
of
importance
.
And
social
class
.
Something
to
do
with
flavour
,
I
believe
.
"
He
leaned
forward
,
and
now
his
voice
was
pain
-
filled
and
urgent
and
,
they
felt
,
genuinely
his
own
for
the
first
time
.
"
Please
consider
it
!
"
he
hissed
.
"
After
all
,
just
one
a
month
!
In
exchange
for
so
much
!
The
families
of
people
of
use
to
the
king
,
Privy
Councillors
such
as
yourselves
,
would
not
,
of
course
,
even
be
considered
.
And
when
you
think
of
all
the
alternatives
.
.
.
"
They
didn
’
t
think
about
all
the
alternatives
.
It
was
enough
to
think
about
just
one
of
them
.
The
silence
purred
at
them
as
Wonse
talked
.
They
avoided
one
another
’
s
faces
,
for
fear
of
what
they
might
see
mirrored
there
.
Each
man
thought
:
one
of
the
others
is
bound
to
say
something
soon
,
some
protest
,
and
then
I
’
ll
murmur
agreement
,
not
actually
say
anything
,
I
’
m
not
as
stupid
as
that
,
but
definitely
murmur
very
firmly
,
so
that
the
others
will
be
in
no
doubt
that
I
thoroughly
disapprove
,
because
at
a
time
like
this
it
behooves
all
decent
men
to
nearly
stand
up
and
be
almost
heard
.
.
.
But
no
-
one
said
anything
.
The
cowards
,
each
man
thought
.
And
no
-
one
touched
the
pudding
,
or
the
brick
-
thick
chocolate
mints
served
afterwards
.
They
just
listened
in
flushed
,
gloomy
horror
as
Wonse
’
s
voice
droned
on
,
and
when
they
were
dismissed
they
tried
to
leave
as
separately
as
possible
,
so
that
they
didn
’
t
have
to
talk
to
one
another
.
Except
for
the
head
merchant
,
that
is
.
He
found
himself
leaving
the
palace
with
the
chief
assassin
,
and
they
strolled
side
by
side
,
minds
racing
.
The
chief
merchant
tried
to
look
on
the
bright
side
;
he
was
one
of
those
men
who
organise
sing
-
songs
when
things
go
drastically
wrong
.
