A king sits on his throne. Suddenly, one of his knights enters. The knight looks so tired he can barely stand. His armour is heavily battered and covered with dust, his sword is notched, his helmet is cracked... **King**: Dear God, John! What happened to you? **Knight**: Oh, I've been hard at work lately, Your Majesty. A heavy blow I dealt against your enemies to the north. **King**: What? John, but I have *no* enemies to the north! **Knight**: Really? (*thinks for a moment*) Oh well, you do now.