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My father was the Hand of the King for 20 years.
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Until your brother killed that King.
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Yes, until my brother killed him.
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Life is full of these little ironies.
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My sister married the new King
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and my repulsive nephew will be King after him.
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I must do my part for the honor of my house,
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wouldn't you agree?
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But how?
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Well, my brother has his sword
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and I have my mind.
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And a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.