The person was a scoundrel, definitely unfit of the invitation he had simply acquired. He had stolen earlier than—he had even stolen from the king’s treasury. And now he was eyeing the fats purse on the richly-dressed nobleman headed his approach on the primary highway, when he felt a faucet on his shoulder.
Oh no, he although. Caught ultimately.
“Sir,” a voice behind him stated. He rotated.
“Sir, the king is giving a marriage feast for his son.” He was clearly one of many king’s servants. He continued, “He has ready the dinner, his oxen and fats calves have been slaughtered, and all the pieces is prepared.”
And what would somebody like me should do with that?
“The king would love you to return,” the servant stated. “Come to the marriage feast.”
— And people servants went out into the roads
and gathered all whom they discovered,
each dangerous and good.
So the marriage corridor was stuffed with company.