A man could not afford to grow lazy under the long shadow of his own successes.
If he stopped too long to gaze at the magnificence of one particular flower, he would inevitably ignore the rest of the garden withering around. A ruler had to learn from his errors, else he was destined to be cursed by his own shortcomings until the dirt took him.
"Did Edric express to you any immediate need?" the King asked, stepping away from the crackling hearth. "We ought to push now that the Vulture Lord is at the end of his rope. I want to press the advantage until I see him with one wrapped around his neck."
