The master came storming into the palace. So serious was his mien that none of the guards dared stop him. He came upon the throne room and faced the king.
“What is it you want?” said the king.
“I need a place to sleep in this inn,” replied the master.
“This is no inn,” replied the king. “This is my palace.”
“Who owned this palace before you?” asked the master.
“Why, my father, of course, who was king before I was,” replied the king.
“And before that?” asked the master again.
“Well, that would be my grandfather, my father’s father.” replied the king.
“I see,” said the master. “And this place where people stay for a while and then move on, did I hear you say it was not an inn?”