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To play with one's cards exposed is neither useful nor polite.
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She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angels were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
keep your feet on the ground
when your head's in the clouds
“This is not the sultan’s tent?!” Vlad couldn’t keep his voice down, and the soldier sitting on the bed shook his head, shaking with fear. That was not the answer he wanted; Vlad turned around and slammed the hilt of his sword into his lieutenant’s jaw, stepping over him as he crumbled to the ground.
“The wrong tent! The wrong tent? Velov, I did not ask for much. I did not ask you to find Istanbul, I asked you to find the largest tent in the enemy camp. Even you should not be able to disappoint me in such a way. How do you think this will look to my men, when I walk out of this tent without the Sultan's head, after my declarations?"
Velov spat a tooth onto the mat, pushing himself up with a discomforted expression. “I… I believe no one shall notice, my lord.”
Vlad had the sudden desire to light the man on fire, but he restrained himself. There would be plenty of time to torch the lieutenant after they found the sultan and killed him- if he was still in the camp.
The idea made him angry all over again, and he delivered a swift kick to his underling’s ribcage. “Velov, do you take me for a fool? Saying nothing and noticing nothing are not the same thing. Get up, right now. Get out there, and find the fat man with a turban before I feed you to my horses. You will find the sultan for me to kill, this very night, or I will throw you from the castle walls myself.”