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Look at him. Great and wise Yudish, king of kings, symbol of honour.
He thinks he leads the Pandus into battle.
He looks at our great Kuru warriors and plots battle plans.
Any of our warriors could crush him like a bug.
They don't because there are greater foes to fight.
He should be measuring himself against his nemesis, the strategist who brought him to battle.
He should be looking at me.
During his brief time as the ruler of Indraprasth, it was said that Yudish was the ideal king.
He spent days, even nights, dispensing justice, preaching wisdom, trying to make the lives of his subjects better.
He never learnt the first rule of kingship... your subjects are not your friends, nor your children.
Their demands never cease. Their desires know no limit.
But Yudish and his kingdom were doing well... a loving farmer, he sowed his seeds and tended his fields.
But when the crop is ripe for the harvest, there are always reapers.
Yudish allowed himself a break from his duties at sundown every day...
just a breath to lay down his crown and be a normal man.
A breath is all it takes.
They tell me you're a master strategist, King Yudish.
Who are you? How did you get past the guards?
Oh, don't worry, my king. I mean you no harm.
My name is Jata, and I come with glad tidings, to open a door in the shadows. To show you new worlds.