October 18, 2015

We were carrying “the philosopher” across the bridge and someone complained about how they wished that they got to be in the cart. I told them that if that were the case, they would constantly be leading the “shit wars” and it would not be a desirable experience. After all, there was more to leadership than the luxury of your servants.

We watched as an archery competition was held in order to determine the general for the next war. At that precise moment, a horse ran in front of the target, throwing off its female passenger before being struck by an arrow.

When we got close to the scene, it turned out it was not a horse but rather a particularly dissident member of our crew. Apparently they were set up to get hit by one of the arrows that was shot by the current leading general.