King Richard understands their language a bit; after all, he loved their father, and romanced their father’s first wife, in happy days long gone. “I am King of Kings,” he tells him. He can give them legal right to a kingdom, East Anglia. “No one can question that claim,” he says. (Of course, King Richard is no longer king when he says that – perhaps this is one final ploy, by a ruler who was always several years ahead in his strategic planning.)
King Richard will grant them the land. His only request is that he choose the manner of his own death. Mason agrees. The land is signed over to the sons of King Jordan Korg. And Mason leaves King Richard in his warm bathing pool, naked as the day he came into this world, a single knife in his hands. King Richard hears voices from loved ones long g
