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Fourier:  Fourier was not enamored with the rumors that made light of his father, the king, but Miklotov was a loyal subject who served the realm without ambition. And it was true enough that the elder did his utmost serving a royal family that left something to be desired in the way of stewardship—so Fourier was hard-pressed to condemn such talk. "If my father and brothers aren’t up to the job, why don’t you become king? Things would be much simpler that way. Don’t you think?”
gpt
Miklotov:  “You give this old man quite a shock. Those are not words that one of Your Highness’s station should speak so lightly. And in any event, it would be in violation of our pact with the dragon.”
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Fourier:  “Our pact with the dragon, right.”
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Miklotov:  Miklotov gave a somber nod.
human
Fourier:  Fourier laid his head on his desk and began to think. "The dragon handles everything. The kingdom’s harvests and safety. And the only one who can receive its blessings is a blood descendent of the first King Lugunica, who forged a bond of friendship with it. It all seems a bit too good to be true.”
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Miklotov:  “And yet we do have the dragon’s blessing. This makes His Majesty the King, to say nothing of Your Highness, people of the utmost importance to this kingdom.”
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Fourier:  “So I’ve heard, enough times to make my head ache.”
gpt
Miklotov:  “Mm. And I have said it often enough to make my tongue sore.”
human
Fourier:  Fourier pursed his lips.
gpt
Miklotov:  Miklotov stroked his beard nonchalantly. “That story is the reason I earnestly wish you would have a greater appreciation for your position, Your Highness.”
human
Fourier:  “Hmm, then I guess I have no—Wait! If it’s only our blood that makes me and my father so important, doesn’t it mean that all this study isn’t really necessary? What about that?”
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Miklotov:  “Ho-ho, impudence rears its head again. Think of it from your subjects’ point of view. They may be obliged to respect whoever holds the office, but do you think they would rather serve under an ignoramus or brute—when they could have a man of intelligence? And the intellect does not blossom without proper cultivation. Nor does the blood of the Lion King.”
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Fourier:  “The Lion King? That dusty old name again?” An unusual passion had entered Miklotov’s voice, but Fourier regarded him with a wry smile. "I understand how much you expect of the Lion King’s descendants. But it’s lot to ask of those of us born so far down the line of succession.