"Your Highness, we must hurry," I said as I walked into the store before the stablemen. "We are bound to have a riot soon."
"Why do you need to hurry when we have everything prepared?" he asked. "Do you want to leave your beloved mare so soon so that you don't shed tears?"
I wasn't in the mood to joke. I scoffed in disbelief and said, "Because they shall—"
I was resisted from completing my sentence at their arrival. I had to tell the king about how they wanted, or at least the owner, wanted to rob him of his money and how he would insist on using me as a means of his payment.
"Well, sir," said the stableman as he rolled up his sleeves higher, exposing his hairy arms.
