"I don't know," said Weber, looking at his king. "What do you think, your majesty? I find it a bit entertaining to watch him guess."

"You also have no desire to tell him what happened."

The liar paused. He smiled, shut his eyes, and slowly shook his head. "Quite right, my king. I wouldn't want to make a story of my own sins." He opened his eyes, arrogant again, and leant back in his chair. "But those aren't the questions you really need to be asking, are they?"