Yugens rolls the first pebble in his hand. Below the crowd wait in hushed expectation. Each holds a stone. Each is eager to dispose of the tyrant just as he has disposed off so many of them.
‘Why are you smiling?’
The King looks up at his oldest adviser. ‘I have an itch on my ankle,’ he replies.
Yugens cannot help but smile himself at the irony of it.
‘Do it then,’ the King says.
‘Goodbye old friend,’ Yugens says quietly. He places the first stone over the King’s chest.
The rest soon follow.
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