Malacandra
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It is a King and his courtiers that are at their ease; and the King disporteth himself at the play of chess with his champion. But when the champion hath nearly given mate to the King, there ariseth a dispute over the rules of the game, and the champion saith thus, and the King saith so, and neither will be gainsaid. That men might say he was in the right, the King appealeth to his courtiers; and by turns one man after another hangeth his head and saith he knoweth not which hath the right of it, the King or his champion (for though they know that the King be wrong, who shall affront the King his majesty on the very steps of his throne?); and the King waxeth wroth.
Then entereth the King his vizier, who hath three years and fourscore, and was friend to the King his father and his father before, and goeth but slowly upon the prop of his age, yet be his sight in no wise dimmed nor his natural force abated; and he saith: -Wherefore this gloom? why the angry silence? why be all men downcast? And the King saith: -Between our champion and our Majesty his self there be a dispute, and no man can judge between us. -What dispute? asketh the ancient one. -It is over our play at the chess, saith the King.
Scarce hesitating a moment, the vizier saith: -Thou art in the wrong, my Lord and father. -How so? demandeth the King. -Thou hast not enquired of the dispute nor even cast thy gaze upon the board and the chess-men; thou knowest not what turns the play hath taken; how then durst thou say that we are in the wrong? -For this cause, saith the vizier in tones all mild, -that wert thou in the right, there be no man present but had been swift to say it.
Then entereth the King his vizier, who hath three years and fourscore, and was friend to the King his father and his father before, and goeth but slowly upon the prop of his age, yet be his sight in no wise dimmed nor his natural force abated; and he saith: -Wherefore this gloom? why the angry silence? why be all men downcast? And the King saith: -Between our champion and our Majesty his self there be a dispute, and no man can judge between us. -What dispute? asketh the ancient one. -It is over our play at the chess, saith the King.
Scarce hesitating a moment, the vizier saith: -Thou art in the wrong, my Lord and father. -How so? demandeth the King. -Thou hast not enquired of the dispute nor even cast thy gaze upon the board and the chess-men; thou knowest not what turns the play hath taken; how then durst thou say that we are in the wrong? -For this cause, saith the vizier in tones all mild, -that wert thou in the right, there be no man present but had been swift to say it.