Lay of Kushta, Sonnet 41
Abner agreed, and Geoff ordain’d, and so to Bror was
Their embassy planned, and supplies gather’d in giant piles,
And strong porters hir’d on from among streams of applicants
For popular was the Empire in Argora. Abuzz
Were the crowds to serve the new dynasty in lavish style
With eager honest labor for the Imperial chance
Of glory with honor, something rarely then seen in days
Of petty kingdoms with fickle disputes and little wars.
So the common people were glad the Empire was restor’d.
And long lines of soldiers of fortune did roam the maze
Of Argora’s streets, drunk, and roistering with drunken whores,
All loudly pleading, Pardon us, Pardon us, August Lord!
For many understood this priestly king easily freer
To forgive a mercer his foul buccaneering career.