"How many did you kill?" asked the king.The king's 'going rather far' just slays me. (The purported death toll and ravaging of the fields are pretty standard for works of this period.)
"Six hundred thousand."
"Did you destroy any fields?"
"About three hundred li."
"Where is that scoundrel, her husband?"
"I ate him."
The king looked pained.
"Of course that young blackguard was insufferable," he said. "Still, that was going rather far."