King Yarlessto's days were numbered.
Since sustaining severe injuries, though relatives and servants had taken meticulous care of King Yarlessto, his condition worsened almost irreversibly.
King Yarlessto could neither stand for long nor sit for prolonged periods, and he often felt stabbing pains in his side when he lay down to sleep at night.
Recently, his old ailments had flared up, the wounds in his side torturing him to the point of despair, taking a long time before he could fall into sleep.
Even while asleep, King Yarlessto would occasionally be awakened by the pain.
King Yarlessto also realized that his body was moving towards death, and he began to arrange his affairs, from the transfer of power to the planning of farms and livestock, everything was meticulously organized.
By today, all plans were completed, and King Yarlessto sat in his bedchamber.
For some reason, he felt unusually spirited, as if revitalized.