[ Mahad looks down at his young liege and nods his head. All will be well, Prince. Fear not, for Your priest shall make it so.
He calls out: ]
Pardon the interruption, sir tutor. High Priest Mahad, of the Millennium Ring, requires the attention of yourself and your class.
[ He can hear the children shifting, murmuring in spite of themselves, curious. Wielding this sort of power - political power - does not come naturally to him. He feels wooden-footed. Clunky. This is not his oeuvre.
But if it's to help his future King achieve a dream of fairness, he'll brandish the weapon his appointment has handed him.
So now. Let's see whether Prince Atem's assessment of the tutor is accurate. ]
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He calls out: ]
Pardon the interruption, sir tutor. High Priest Mahad, of the Millennium Ring, requires the attention of yourself and your class.
[ He can hear the children shifting, murmuring in spite of themselves, curious. Wielding this sort of power - political power - does not come naturally to him. He feels wooden-footed. Clunky. This is not his oeuvre.
But if it's to help his future King achieve a dream of fairness, he'll brandish the weapon his appointment has handed him.
So now. Let's see whether Prince Atem's assessment of the tutor is accurate. ]