Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war, not history's forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas, nor kinds of government, nor any other thing.You dare to damn me, do you? Well, I damn you back! GODDAMN YOU! My boys are gone.
You're not mine! We're not connected! I deny you! None of you will get my Kingdom, I leave you nothing and I wish you plague! May all your children breach and die! My boys are gone. He had three whiskered things but he disowned them. Not in Alexandria, or Rome, or Camelot has there been such a queen. He married out of love, a woman out of legend. He led men well, he cared for justice when he could and ruled, for 30 years, a state as great as Charlemagne's. Henry Fitz-Empress, first Plantagenet, a king at 21, the ablest soldier of an able time. My life, when it is written, will read better than it lived.To these aged eyes, boy, that's what winning looks like! I know exactly what you will do, and exactly what you won't, and I've told you exactly nothing. I know your plans and expectations - you've burbled every bit of strategy you've got. I found out the way your mind works and the kind of man you are.When the king is off his arse, nobody sleeps!.I'm vilifying you, for God's sake - pay attention!.What shall we hang - the holly, or each other?.There's no other way to be king, alive, and 50 all at once. In my time I've known contessas, milkmaids, courtesans and novices, whores, gypsies, jades, and little boys, but nowhere in God's western world have I found anyone to love but you.
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