The corded left arm held out the crown, the right gripping the menacing axe above it.
"By this axe I rule! This is my sceptre! I have struggled and sweated to be the puppet king you wished me to be--to rule your way. Now I use mine own way. If you will not fight, you shall obey. Laws that are just shall stand, laws that have outlived their times I shall shatter as I shattered that one. I am king!"
Slowly the pale-faced noblemen and frightened women knelt, bowing in fear and reverence to the blood-stained giant who towered above them with his eyes ablaze.
"I am king!"
- "By This Axe I Rule!"
There comes, even to kings, the time of great weariness. Then the gold of the throne is brass, the silk of the palace becomes drab. The gems in the diadem sparkle drearily like the ice of the white seas; the speech of men is as the empty rattle of the jester's bell and the feel comes of things unreal; even the sun is copper in the sky, and the breath of the green ocean is no longer fresh.
- "The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune"
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