FIRST CITIZEN.
When so many Kings met together, we thought we were going to have some big fun; but somehow everything took such a turn that nobody knows what happened at all!
SECOND CITIZEN.
Did you not see, they could not come to an agreement among themselves?—every one distrusted every one else.
THIRD CITIZEN.
None kept to their original plans; one wanted to advance, another thought it better policy to recede; some went to the right, others made a rush to the left: how can you call that a fight?
FIRST CITIZEN.
They had no eye to real fighting—each had his eye on the others.
SECOND CITIZEN.
Each was thinking, “Why should I die to enable others to reap the harvest?”
THIRD CITIZEN.
But you must all admit that Kanchi fought like a real hero.
FIRST CITIZEN.
He for a long time after his defeat seemed loth to acknowledge himself beaten.
SECOND CITIZEN.
He was at last fixed in the chest by a deadly missile.
THIRD CITIZEN.
But before that he did not seem to realise that he had been losing ground at every step.
FIRST CITIZEN.
As for the other Kings—well, nobody knows where they fled, leaving poor Kanchi alone in the field.