The Wisdom of Crowds
Contents (72)
- PART VII
- Like a King
- Change
- The Little People
- No More Trouble
- Bring Out the King
- All the Cards
- Questions
- Citizens
- Miracles
- A Little Public Hanging
- Nest of Vipers
- Lines of Communication
- The Politician
- Anger
- Opportunities
- An Exhibit
- Different This Time
- Quarrels
- Too Many Principles
- PART VIII
- A Sea of Terror
- Conspiracies
- Worse Than Murder
- Lessons
- Far from Finished
- The Only Explanation
- Charity
- The Good Work
- The World a Camp
- Better Than Carnage
- A Matter of Time
- Taking and Keeping
- Thaw
- Love, Hate, Fear
- This Half-Arsed Conspiracy
- A Spicy Denunciation
- Purity
- None of the Cards
- Horror on Horror
- The Dragon’s Hoard
- None Saved
- The Same Side
- Break What They Love
- The Little People
- Satisfaction and Regret
- PART IX
- Ready for a Fight
- We Know Who You Are
- The Side of the Saints
- The Sentence
- Forging the Future
- A Half-Baked Loaf
- Sunrise
- We Must Have Enemies
- A Sea of Power
- Not for the Prizes
- Redemption
- It Was Bad
- So Many Changes
- Good Times
- Of Your Heart a Stone
- Answers
- The Only Crime
- Great Men’s Footsteps
- The Moment
- A Little Private Hanging
- The Villain
- Curses and Blessings
- Acknowledgments
- The Big People
- By Joe Abercrombie


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PART VII
“The great are only great because we are on our knees. Let us rise up!”
Elysée Loustallot
Like a King
“You know something, Tunny?”
The corporal’s lightly bloodshot eyes slid towards Orso. “Your Majesty?”
“I must confess to feeling rather pleased with myself.”
The Steadfast Standard rippled on the breeze, its white horse rampant and its golden sun aglitter, the name of Stoffenbeck already stitched among the famous victories it had witnessed. How many High Kings had ridden triumphant beneath that gleaming scrap of cloth? And now—despite being outnumbered, derided and widely written off—Orso had joined their ranks. The man the pamphlets once dubbed the Prince of Prostitutes had emerged, like a splendid butterfly from a putrid chrysalis, as the new Casamir! Life takes strange turns, all right. The lives of kings especially.
“You damn well should feel pleased with yourself, Your Majesty,” frothed Lord Marshal Rucksted, and few men knew more about feeling pleased with themselves than he. “You out-thought your enemies off the battlefield, out-fought ’em on it and took the worst traitor of the lot prisoner!” And he stole a self-satisfied glance over his shoulder.
Leo dan Brock, that hero who a few days ago had seemed too big a man for the world to hold, was now contained in a miserable wagon with barred windows, bumping along in Orso’s wake. But then there was less of him to contain than there used to be. His ruined leg had been buried on the battlefield alongside his ruined reputation.