You can lose your head for that.

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No trees grew in this desolate part of the country. He knew this area well. Every year he made this trip to collect taxes due the King.

“You know this place?” his companion whispered.

“Oh, aye, I know most places through this part of the Highlands. Wouldn’t wander here cept tis’ the King’s brother-in-law who needs to pay his share.” 

“ What fate awaits him if he refuses?” his companion asked.

“His Majesty has a wee bit of a temper and doesn’t take well with those who displease him. One Royal Lady lost her head when she offended.”