g," Karn growled in a surly manner. "But it's the King who sends me here to spend six months without good food or drink or women."
"He's the King, and he can do as he sees fit."
"Perhaps were he to spend a tour of duty out here he'd change his view of things."
"It's not our place to judge the likes of the King," Tavarius said sarcastically.
"Of course," Karn agreed, rolling his eyes. "And heaven forbid that he should ever be wrong."
"His word is god, so long as he sits upon the throne."
"Perhaps, then, it's time for someone else to sit upon it."
Tavarius feigned shock. "Such blasphemy."
"None that you haven't heard before." Karn poured himself more wine. "And none you won't hear again, I venture." He lifted his goblet and pointed with it to the Wall. "They'll soon weary of this nonsense and join us."
"Perhaps," said Tavarius. He raised his spyglass to his eye again and peered towards the Wall. He knew it so well after all these years -- each inch