As I sit there patiently listening to the sounds of ruffling cloaks of the men as they shuffled and grunted eagerly for the council to begin. I observe the colossal towers that hold up the painted sky above us wondering if the trick has fooled the precursor of the men I see before me. We are all on edge for it to begin , something must be decided or the nefarious Persian Empire will destroy our city. Our walls are not as impregnable as one might think. Then as a draft of hot humid air that sends chills up our spines saying welcome to your demise, a man walks in with already a charming smile. So we waited for him.... him to tell us if our idea was foolish and wrong. I sat there demurred, and unamused with him. The men sat there listening to him with supreme care and took no notice at all that he was going to lead them each to Hades. Of course they didn't half to agree with him on his plan, but they wouldn't. His sycophantic manner was allowing him to diatribe the council right under their noses without them ever to smell the poison of the flower. But as he walks around the room I see a wink of the golden eye of value flash and then a clink so soft that the very fear of it stopped him. As he looks around counting to talk to see if anyone heard, then his eyes lay on my smiling face. Then the real fear sinks in. The Traitor becomes mute, and the real fun begins.
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