A Thin Line

"Your Majesty, we lost more than half of the food we stored in the fire," General Randal reported to Aryan Tripas. "We will have to send soldiers to the capital for more ration. Before that, I don't think we should take any risk. The soldiers won't be able to continue fighting once the food we stored is finished."

Standing near the desk, Aryan Tripas clenched his fists and suddenly thumped the desk!

"Collecting that much food in a short time is only possible if a tax is raised," the General cautiously said to the King.

"I don't care about that!" Aryan Tripas snapped. "We should just do whatever we can to collect the food for soldiers."

"But Your Majesty, it will be too much for the people. They -"