They all wore silk and dipped in mud, hated and envied, twisted intrigue, and did devise plots, trampled faith, went over the heads, no stranger to get your hands dirty of blood of tortured competitors and the ashes of burned enemies. Indeed, like the wolves in wolf hall, they had bitten through the throat of opponents and bowed to the strongest. They all lived on the block in a constant state of waiting for the executioner. However, the fear did not prevent them to turn out from the grasping hands of sovereigns and competitors, to take from life everything and more than was allotted them.
And the king only made them equal, just had this urge to snort, and dance, defending their own, along the way appropriating someone else’s and trying to keep a bowler on his shoulders. However, sooner or later, the luck they have changed and they are caught in the middle substituted the bandwagon, went straight under an axe or burned in the fires, kindled for the satisfaction of passion of the king.
This item is no longer available on EPUBLIB as we received request for deletion from copy right holder