Polycarp and His Royal Highness were returning from their homage to the city palace of the king.
“Your Highness our friend called me aside and presented me this bottle of fine cognac. And that goes with what I said earlier, you are now a frontline traditional ruler with powerful friends like the king of this vast city.” Polycarp said and unscrewed a bottle. The traditional ruler was ignorance of hearing the carbon-induced sound that showed if it had been tampered with. He was lost in the euphoria of his newfound status.
“I like the man. His responses to my questions and observations were quick to the point. He is articulate, plying adages and wisdom after the other. Though I am not so educated as he is, I must confess that I have a weakness for intelligent men like my friend. He is princ
