The king looked at his liar for explanation, and the liar said, "They change their bodies when they experience fatal injury. So this man is the next body of the man you killed. Don't you ever do background research?"

"I was interrupted over breakfast with Famine."

"Don't tell me: chocolate pillow cookies."

Ignoring that, the king said, "Pestilence thought you needed help."

"Did he. He needs help with his origami frogs. Shall we answer in order?" The liar held up his hand.

"Agreed." The king took the liar's hand in his. A united effort. A united front. "We know the rules of the fights and are charged with seeing them followed."

"But there are rules we can't directly explain."

"My liar is near-incapable of being direct. It is his great illness."

"And aren't you clever enough to know the rules for questions and answers?"

"Yet these two will see death today. You haven't yet the strength to overcome us or the knowledge to stop us."