‘I’m sick of it. Gods know I’ve done my best; he’s never liked me, never. Thirty years I’ve run his errands for him; I’ve fought on his bloody frontiers, collected his taxes- Never once has he put his hand on my shoulder and said “Thank you, what would I have done without you?”. He sends …

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