The pretty decent king split the crown between his heirs,
Down went his head and they started throwing chairs,
Succession crises lead to civil war,
And the pretty decent kingdom was doomed to be no more.
Down went his head and they started throwing chairs,
Succession crises lead to civil war,
And the pretty decent kingdom was doomed to be no more.
"When the king needed to be replaced, one of the royal family would be elected to be the new king. It sounds very orderly when I say it. In reality it's more like thirty seagulls all trying to eat the same potato chip."
"And below the hilt in letters of gold were written these words: "Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise king born of England." Though many tried for the sword with all their strength, none could move the sword nor stir it. So the miracle had not worked, and England was still without a king — and in time, the marvelous sword was forgotten. This was a dark age, without law and without order. Men lived in fear of one another, for the strong preyed upon the weak."
