Yes, this, of course I know.
You seem surprised. Of all the faculties I happen to have been born with, observation was blessedly one, you know -- though a fool could hardly mistake his majesty's ... stature for a quirk of character.
So why stay as a, ah, lackey at the palace where a mad king runs rampant? When my magic and wile could earn me rights and gold a thousand fold elsewhere?
Well, my friend, that has a rather simple answer.
For who is it that protects the people of the realm? Yes, the lords and the knights, and they in turn are looked after by the high nobles who run their states and plead to the king.
And the king, reigning the highest, must watch over them all.
You agree all this is true? Well, then, let me ask you this: if the king is the highest protector, the word of truth and the master of all,
from its king?