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    <string name="2DpewE0u">The quality of blood will always show itself. Look at Garios and his scoundrels. Play to the mob. Who are Rhagaea's people? Nobodies. She's a jumped-up adventuress.</string>
    <string name="3VSBVR8R">Anyway, Lucon. He's from a good family, you can't deny that. He knows our laws and respects our laws, and you know he'll keep up standards.</string>
    <string name="5BWAsyeB">Fortune smiled on me. I was born to one of the richest houses in Calradia. My father spent much money to educate me, so that I can retain that wealth. And the first and most important thing I learned is that the common people are the source of my wealth, so I must protect the common people.</string>
    <string name="5mvtRbb8">My son will rule, and he will fight his brothers and vassals. And after him my grandchildren will fight each other. At least, as kings and princes, they can enjoy a dry tent, good wine, and a soft bed between dusk and dawn. That is all the peace one gets in life.</string>
    <string name="6Opb3jr0">I am a rich man. I invest my money, and then I do whatever is necessary to make sure that money turns a profit. Does that answer your question?</string>
    <string name="6roMVNMW">But he who stays here, in the land won by my forefather, he lives under my hand. That is all there is to say.</string>
    <string name="7poObaCF">Yes, they needed a strong king, like a herd of cattle on a mountain trail needs a herdsman who knows the trail. Herds in the mountains, you see... Sometimes the stubborn old bulls, set in their ways, wander off the trail and lead the others toward a precipice.</string>
    <string name="8faAcjLz">Echerion the Tyrant-Slayer was my ancestor. Wouldn't be right if I fought for an upstart demagogue like Garios or a half-foreign adventuress like Rhagaea, now would it?</string>
    <string name="91wurGIB">My family? I was adopted by the fen Gruffendoc but really, I have no family. I was sent directly by the Heavens as a gift to the Battanians. They didn't know it, but they needed a strong king.</string>
    <string name="9f11AsTw">My people are the people of the hills. Up here, we watch out for each other. Your life and wealth depend on your neighbors spottmming a Battanian raiding party coming your way. My people like Garios. They trust him. I'm not going to spill their blood fighting for anyone else.</string>
    <string name="aifXT4E1">My grandfather did save the boyars, and ever since, their thankless heirs have tried to weasel out of that oath. They like to quarrel, and take what they want, and care nothing for the realm.</string>
    <string name="aRlW5rks">The Heavens know I loved Arenicos. I shed my blood for him. But his dream of peace with our neighbors was moonshine. You can have war on the frontiers or war at home. I prefer war on the frontiers. Let the men earn glory, gold, and tales to tell their grandchildren.</string>
    <string name="bFZrLY8W">My class was taught how to rule, and rule we should. But one of our number should always be above the others. Put us together in a Senate, as Lucon wants, and we will always quarrel and fight. Let an emperor or empress rule in the capital, and let their children succeed them, without any fuss. We shall give them a peaceful and prosperous countryside.</string>
    <string name="bpSh9rhh">The Neretzes have always upheld the law, upheld order, and made sure that the best people are the ones in charge. So that's what I'm doing now.</string>
    <string name="Cgdg9Q8t">The popular assemblies are dead, of course. The temptation to turn our affairs over to a tyrant, or a gathering of rich old men - it was overwhelming. Who wished to deal with the chaos, the stubbornness, of a crowd? It was never easy. But I still believe that the only just way for a community to make decisions is for all its members to vote.</string>
    <string name="Cx2FCePF">The Senate chooses the Emperor. That is our law. It has been twisted, broken, or ignored for 100 years. But it has never been changed. Without law, without fealty to the written word, there is but tyranny and the mob.</string>
    <string name="dlaodeKS">All men are thieves at heart. I'd rather have one big thief than a thousand little ones. So, I believe in monarchy.</string>
    <string name="dpYb59BB">The Khergit have suffered greatly in the wars of the Khuzaits. So many of our men have fallen...</string>
    <string name="eylmGUOE">The duty of a sultan is to lead the tribes in war, and to allow them to uphold their honor. It is not to make them love each other, and it is not to make men of honor sit down and pretend to be friends with thieves and scum in the name of 'peace.' That is all I will say.</string>
    <string name="FSwVVdHV">Still, men are willing to fight for me, though it gains them nothing, for no other reason that the throne is my right. I will not betray these men. If I win, in centuries to come, people will think back on my victory and think, 'Heavens smile on those who fight for their rights.' That is all one can do.</string>
    <string name="gpuxIEBl">We are the Banu Sarran. Our lineage is as old as is any of the Aserai. Our forefather Sarran was a grandson of Asera, no less than Qild or Hulyan. . But a hundred years ago we were driven into the desert. Only recently have we returned. The others look down on us for this.</string>
    <string name="GwvxfXs3">But it is wearisome to be a Sultan. The clans cling to their grievances as though they were their children. It is not in men's nature to appreciate the fruits of peace and order. Rather, they brood over small injustices and perceived slights, and dream of shedding blood.</string>
    <string name="He0b6FpY">The boyars swore an oath to my grandfather to obey him as prince. They begged him to save them from the wrath of the Empire, which they had stirred up with their raids and their lawless ways.</string>
    <string name="jg6SMQLc">Our family has always sent its sons to become generals. It has been our privilege to lead the men of the Empire into battle. Without these men, there would be no empire. The great estates of the senators would be blackened ash.</string>
    <string name="kRRnXYOR">Beyond that, I was taught what any aristocrat worthy of his noble name should know and how he should behave. Keep his word. Fight for his country. Have have the grace to listen to the needs of the poor men who work his estate. Have the sense not to take their advice on how to manage it.</string>
    <string name="kssR76dM">I will strive to be a good Empress. I'll do my best. But I know well that whoever wins this civil war, landlords will still cheat tenants, city guards will still demand bribes, warriors will still kill men to steal their cattle, drunken husbands will beat wives. The plague and the labor of childbirth will take more lives than all the evils of man put together. </string>
    <string name="l4quU1x3">So long as Monchug has a firm hand on things, I do not worry much. The other clans dare not covet our lands and herds too openly. Yes... A strong khan can be a great blessing to the weak, so long as he remains strong.</string>
    <string name="MoAKmXDv">We're of a very old family that has done great service to the Empire. But I'll tell you something - a man, whatever his bloodline, is only as good as his honor and his obediance to the law. </string>
    <string name="nQn87o0F">Our family have been the masters of this corner of the woods since the gods willed that the trees grow and the rivers flow. Someone wants to call himself Prince of the Sturgians? We have no quarrel with that. Just let that prince know that on our land, we're still the masters.</string>
    <string name="nz6ff0nw">I will break them. By the Heavens I will bring them to heel, or the knife will fall on them.</string>
    <string name="OFOXDkPv">The Empire, before it was an empire, was a Republic. Popular assemblies made the decisions. My family were known for their talents as rhetors. We took it upon ourselves to speak to the popular assemblies, to steer them to reason. It is not easy to get a tumultuous crowd to think in its interests and not follow its passions, but we tried. </string>
    <string name="oUKWHMDq">Two generations ago, the Sturgian lords entered into a covenant to give their allegiance to a prince. We surrendered our ancient freedoms so that we might be united in war. Was that wise? I have no idea. But I know that if we rupture that convenant now, forging it again would be long and bloody task. Perhaps an impossible one.</string>
    <string name="PN8hNFek">The Banu Hulyan have never sought glory or domination. Where some see an enemy, we see only a trading partner who has gone astray. For that reason, we have tried to treat all others with fairness and respect.</string>
    <string name="rKKAYQkJ">When my great-grandfather Osrac Iron-Arm declared himself king of Vlandia, the emperor himself sent us a golden crown as a goodwill gift. Hmf. Do not trust gifts from the Empire.</string>
    <string name="RyrdJI5j">It is for this reason that I lead the clan. The other clans, they think that because the Khergits are led by woman, that we are weak. They look at our land, our wealth, and think - we could take that. I can fight one of them, I can fight two, but I cannot fight them all.</string>
    <string name="SCogGc7N">We are the family of the martyred Emperor. Every man wishes to leave what he has to his children, be it a tiny patch of land or the imperial throne. Everyone in Calradia, rich or poor, grasps this. The universal principle of inheritance, not the obscure laws of the Senate, is what makes an Emperor in the eyes of the people.</string>
    <string name="spQJxKtr">Lucon and Rhagaea will never restore the assemblies. Neither has any faith in the people. Garios, well, he is no democrat, but he has that faith. I will fight for him. Maybe he will bring back the assemblies. No one else will.</string>
    <string name="Sy7dajDq">The wise herdsman, you see, will slaughter the old bulls to prevent the destruction of the entire herd. And I am a wise herdsman.</string>
    <string name="T1svPL9Z">I am the daughter of the Emperor Arenicos. If I were his son, all the Senate would be tripping over their beards and walking sticks to swear allegiance to me. One day I will stand before them as empress, and they will give me their oaths.</string>
    <string name="uJeoa6u1">Senators understand the law. If a man does not understand the law, no matter how much money he has, he cannot enter the senate. I respect our soldiers but they cannot govern. If I win this war, I will reestablish the Senate's authority over the emperor.</string>
    <string name="uK4IX036">The soldiers of the Empire don't ask for much in return. They want an Emperor who will train them hard, fight them hard, and reward them generously. Let them choose the man to do that.</string>
    <string name="uvd3DYcI">I would advise the other clans: Watch what you say about us. We have our pride, and our swords. Do not tempt us.</string>
    <string name="vzYQuR5r">We are the sons of Derngil. Our forefathers came to this land in the ships from the west, in the time of the gods. We have been here a long time. And I tell you, never have we seen a leader like Caladog. A right murderous bloody bastard, a man with no father, some would say, and would I call them a liar? But he holds us together, somehow, and I would stomach a great deal of tyranny for that.</string>
    <string name="wv2jPN3Q">We, the sons of Uvain, were passed over by the High King when it came time to marry their daughter. They chose Caladog. And, well, one might ask... What did that get them? But no matter, no matter. It's all done now. We have all sworn our oaths to Caladog. So let him rule.</string>
    <string name="yJQLtlXj">If you toss a bone into a pack of wild dogs, what does having that bone mean? It means that you get bitten a lot. I have spent most of my life in the saddle or sitting in front of a besieged fortress. Once I thought, 'I suffer, but at least my son will rule in peace.' Such lies we tell ourselves. There will never be peace.</string>
    <string name="yqn4Wtwr">The Arkit are the eldest sons of the great she-wolf who gave birth to the Khuzaits. Properly speaking, Urkhun should have allowed us to lead the great war of conquest. But no matter, that time has passed. We respect the khanate and we respect the banner of the khan. We swore our oaths to Urkhun and we shall keep faith with our oaths, so long as his heirs keep faith as well.</string>
    <string name="YWQlYXST">Unqid is a wise man. He knows how to keep the peace, to soothe over tensions. But there is only so much he can do. We can overlook an insult, or two. But if we overlook too many, perhaps some people will think that we would also overlook an injury. That would be dangerous.</string>
    <string name="YZyaxSbH">Urkhun, my forefather, gave the Khuzaits everything they had. They were as mangy steppe dogs, eating from the scrapheap outside the walls of the cities. He turned them into a pack of wolves. He raised his hand, and cities fell, and he gave the clans land to call their own.</string>
    <string name="ZIhocjnr">For that reason, the clans have always brought their quarrels to us, to adjudicate. And it was natural that, when it came time for the Banu Asera to choose a sultan, that we were the ones chosen.</string>
    <string name="zR1ONwM8">Is there a chieftain of the Khuzaits who does not like my decisions? Is there one who does not want me as khan? So be it - let him abandon his lands, the gift of my forefathers, and flee back into the great grass. I will not follow. I will not hunt him.</string>
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