“Yes, actually.” Aleksander closed the book and switched it out for another, a book without a title on it, but which had the image of a merchant’s scale, holding fish and gold in each weight. Handy blinked. “It would look much better, both from outside and from my position, had he actually gone and done so. I can understand why he did what he did when he did. It makes sense from his perspective. In truth, I would rather have a potentially upstart king that is promptly seen to be under my control today, by my very presence here, than the same king with potential disunity in his own hearth and home.”