Scott Aniol | June 9th, 2019 | The man was a scoundrel, certainly not worthy of the invitation he had just received. He had stolen before—he had even stolen from the king’s treasury. And now he was eyeing the fat purse on the richly-dressed nobleman headed his way on the main road, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Oh no, he though. Caught at last. “Sir,” a voice behind him said. He turned around. “Sir, the king is…