The bandit gazed at the king with fear, sensing the coldness of the blade near his neck. He feared that any slight movement might result in his death - "The previous bandit chief gave me a ship and a crew to explore the coast in search of other harbors away from the bay. He wanted to raid them or sell goods" - he said, attempting to speak clearly and avoid stuttering, his mind racing with desperate plans to escape.
The king looked deep into the man's eyes. His eyes were like a window, allowing him to see the gears and strings turning inside the bandit's mind. Henry slightly moved the sword, pressing it even closer to the man's neck, forcing him to continue talking.
