kings [Theme] Page 5

To be Advisor to the king an honor, which can become a curse.

The king should become king on his own terms. It may not be his father, he can only be himself.

- From that day you are pardoned.
- Provided that I stay in Wintoncester?
- You are pardoned regardless of the decision. And if that door happened to the guards that I probably will dismiss them. I did the trick - I voiced the request and does not require a response.
- Thank you, my Lord, that was corrected.
- I had to close my eyes and stand before heaven's gate. Hope for our meeting, I supported in my life. For of uhtred, true Lord of Bebbanburg! The one that I was not able to understand, but without which it would die a king.

- A chronicle of Wessex. It will be noted for my Board. From the moment of the death of my brother up to these days. A kind of song, which is not of uhtred of bebbanburg.
- People will remember my deeds.
- But they die as we all do. And these pages will remain. Noting the act of ink on paper - we make it eternal.
- Until they don't burn.
- They need to keep it, right. When, centuries later, scientists and people will read and reread written, they are Alfred, they know nothing about Lord Utrade. About your loyalty, wisdom, courage, bravery and audacity. Why are you here? <...> That you would tell me, I can still listen to?
- First of all, I would say that wouldn't kill you. Even holding a knife to the throat, I would not take away your life. I would love to beat you, but never would the one who killed Alfred, king of the Saxons.
- If you kill me, you deserve a place on these pages.
- That's a legacy I don't need. I have earned them their place, but each of us is the hero of his songs. My absence is clear.
- There will not be indicated that Uhtred was a mainstay of Alfred. And a lot of times. But I know what it is.
Thank you, my Lord.
- Do you believe that I can take away your life? You are the criminal. Then it will be written that Alfred, even if weak and sick, was able to find the strength to slay the warrior of uhtred of Ragnarson.
- This will not happen.
- I don't have the will?
- We are connected. You can't kill me, just like I can't kill you.

No need to beg the crown to gain power. The true king takes what he wants.

The kings eventually go away. Dynasty have unpleasant feature - to die.

- Why don't you try yourself in the role of a Prince on a white horse,
hurrying to save the Princess from a cruel king? Is Prince
and Princess to be reunited, will they live happily ever after.
- ... what about the king?
- I don't know, maybe he dies? Tales tend not to clarify what happens with the villains.

My son is an idealist, out of these great leaders, but good rulers, ever.

Writing - the way of kings. So you can tidy up your thoughts.

- You have to help me take Benton.
- Yes? And maybe at the same time castrate the king, that two times not to rise?

When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.




When, persecuted and people, and rock,
One with the other, in desperation wild,
I the wilderness of heaven, disturb vain cry,
Look at the world with fierce eye,
Wanting to be richer in hope,
Beautiful, always among friends
Skillful, not knowing failure,
And I hate everything in my fate, -
I, myself despising myself for it,
Suddenly thought of you in heaven
(Like a lark at dawn from the face
Of the earth) are my national anthem on the eve of Raya...
So, just remembering your love,
I despise the lot of kings.

It is an honor to die on the hands of the king!

And what about kings. In the end, they will all fall.

One king hiding in the mist, the other rattles the saber.