The Chera army was destroyed and their king killed in battle.

The king then killed the poet with his own hands.

"Has the king killed any white ment" a deep voice challenged.

The old king died next day and killed the story stone dead.

He said that my endeavors reminded him of a story about some people a certain king had persecuted and killed once upon a time.

Sometimes the king would kill it on foot with a sword.

And now, she thought, the kings kill each other.

"A real king would kill me rather than this."

Soon however, the cruel king found them and killed them both.

He didn't care if the king killed him.