Canterbury Tales (3)
It was already dark when The King was coming back from his evening walk. He was thinking how it was difficult to be the king, how he got stuck with his role and his people, how difficult they were and how many problems they caused, and how all this was frustrating and hurting. As he was approaching his bedrooms he thought to himself: “Why on earth should I be mad or get angry at my people. I am their king and that means they have nobody but me. Their life is in my hands. If I don’t care about them – who will? If I don’t comfort them – who will? If I don’t have a belief in them – who will? A mother loves her baby, a king loves his people, God loves His children,” he thought and entered the warmth of his chambers.