"And what do you think will happen if you succeed? You`ll be a murderer! Do you know what they do to murderers? Do you know what happens to them in hell?"
"I`ll be king," Jorg replied, still calm, focused on the distant windows above the stable stalls. "I will pardon myself."
"God won`t pardon you, Jorg!"
"Kings rule by divine right. I read that. If it is my right to sit on the throne then God has to approve how I got there."