- Woe is me, my gray head! - exclaimed the king when he saw his breakfast. - There was a beautiful kingdom, but what remains? A bunch of downtrodden subjects who are already afraid of their own shadows... And even among them, there is a spy. - Why, why are you afraid to confront me? Why are you afraid to come to me at night and settle everything at once? The king stuck a fork into the heart (not his own ;) ), raised it, and pondered what this could mean...