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"Sometimes those who stand outside have a clearer view than those within," Carim said, staring into the rafters. "Nicholas, hand me your sword."
"I have no sword, your Grace."
"Oh? Then what would you have done had I asked you to defend my realms?"
"You have the Holy Legions of Belka. I could design some artillery, or write a strongly-worded letter."