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336 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2013
The guards had long since learned the way to make a royal prisoner docile. So long as you allowed a king the illusion of servility he would go with your calmly, even as you led him to his death.This is a book about expectations and station and their mutability. As king, Croesus has only to speak to make men obey -- a dream about his son's death by iron leads to a ban on all iron weapons. But his elevation actually hampers his perception; he is sometimes even kind or merciful (he spares the life of an inadvertent killer and orders a statue made of a childless slave, to ensure she has some sort of legacy), but some of his questions are baldly ignorant because he can't conceive of different circumstances. He comes to realize that his power has limits because "It's a difficult thing, having one's happiness depend on those one cannot control" -- like his son's guaranteed well-being.
The barber who was assigned to the prisoner did not observe this principle. He had never seen a king die, and as he cropped the prisoner's hair and trimmed his thick, black beard, he placed little nicks in his scalp and chin, apologizing for his clumsiness each time, even as he keenly watched the royal blood flow. The guards did not share the barber's curiosity. They were veterans of many wars of conquest, and they knew that a king bled and died like any other man.