“The King was shouting last night,” one said. “Okay? So? The King shouts all the time.” “Yes, but he wasn’t shouting at anything. Anyone. I was stationed outside his door all night. And unless someone scaled the walls to the top without being caught, he was alone.” A thoughtful silence settled after the word ‘alone.’ “I…even opened the door and peeked at him. His back was to me, but he was in a full blown conversation. There was no one else there.”
