Krije, scourge of evildoers and—ah—doers even thinking about being evil… Krije, master of land and sea, and most of his neighbors—” Queen Hélène clutched a handful of his robe, but the beaming King was not to be diverted. “Krije, terror of the mighty, trampler of the triumphant, destroyer of the—well, of the really rather feeble, actually—”
