When Rider came near, Weber leaned forwards, his eyebrows lifting, a grin spreading on his lips. The king put the blade of his sword at Weber's throat. They exchanged a look - the liar half-laughing, the king cutting through a single fold of the cravat - and then, with a sigh of melodrama, Weber gave up and obediently leaned back into his seat. "You didn't have to ruin my cravat over it."
"I know you of old."
"And I always end with a jade's trick?"
"Jade, no, but onyx draws you in."
"As venom is drawn from a bite, my liege. Your words are not so well-gilded that I cannot see your poison."
"And your tongue is not so silver as to hide your mongrel bark. But my liar, speak more in riddles. You have a guest."
The liar's attention was quickly back to Rider. He pushed the king's weapon away, then stood and bowed. When he spoke, it was in Ancient Macedonian. "King Alexander. It is an honour."
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"I know you of old."
"And I always end with a jade's trick?"
"Jade, no, but onyx draws you in."
"As venom is drawn from a bite, my liege. Your words are not so well-gilded that I cannot see your poison."
"And your tongue is not so silver as to hide your mongrel bark. But my liar, speak more in riddles. You have a guest."
The liar's attention was quickly back to Rider. He pushed the king's weapon away, then stood and bowed. When he spoke, it was in Ancient Macedonian. "King Alexander. It is an honour."