Arthur glare

King Arthur gave the man a stern stare, his face flushed with anger, biting his lip. His
eyes burned like coals, as fiercely as a lion’s. The Romans fell to the ground in fear and
cowered there like cringing dogs, suddenly confused by the king’s confidence.
The senator got to his feet and cried: ‘King, worthily crowned, courteous and noble, for
the sake of your honour, don’t harm us, we’re messengers! We are in your jurisdiction
and we ask for your mercy! We come from Sir Lucius, who is the lord of Rome, the most
powerful man who lives on this Earth. It is our duty to do what he commands us to, but
forgive us for doing so. We’ve come here because we’ve been told to.’
King Arthur, the conqueror, replied scornfully: ‘Ha, craven knight! You seem a coward
to me. There are some in this hall whom you would not dare to look at, even if you had
made them only the slightest bit angry. Not for all Lombardy would you dare!’
‘Sir, replied the senator, quaking with fear, may Christ help me but the look on your face
has terrified us enough. You are the noblest ruler that I have ever cast my eyes upon.
Without any doubt, you seem like a lion!’
‘You have given me my summons,’ said King Arthur, ‘and said your piece. Now, for
the sake of your lord, I will let you live. But since I was anointed a king, no man has
ever dared to speak to me as you have just done. I shall take counsel with kings, with
dukes and archbishops, with peers of my parliament and the most worthy knights of
the Round Table. I shall listen to the counsel of my most valiant warriors and follow the
advice of these wise gentlemen.

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