Ezekiel was thoroughly overwhelmed by His Majesty's question once he had shown him the piece of modest jewellery. He began to question or somewhat find answers to why his Lord, Briceus, was feigning ignorance at this time.
Subject to this, Ezekiel wallowed in his very thoughts...
'Has it not been merely some minutes to an hour long since that maiden was escorted to the Dordragon prison and in the most unconventional way? Why then is the king asking me such a delicate question as though he did not hear her cry one last time with even the echoes doing justice to her words when she had said that she was only lost from searching for her jewellery? Or was he onto some other reason to punish her for trespassing? Or is it that I am simply being more of an overthinker?'
By now Briceus had grown impatient of expecting Ezekiel to answer his question.
