In the
dwindling days of the court, the King withdrew from his few advisors and kept
to himself. Often times the jester would
find him staring out across the sea, scanning the horizon for a sunset
silhouette of sails. Without fail the
King, eyes never leaving the fading light, asked the jester to tell him a tale,
and the two would stand side by side as the sun abandoned the sky.
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