A trumpeter who was sounding the muster, having been taken by the enemy, kept crying out, "Do not kill me, comrades, lightly and for no reason; for I have killed none of you, and, apart from this brass, I possess nothing." But they answered him, "All the more reason for you to die, since, unable to make war yourself, you stir everyone up to battle."
The most guilty are those who stir wicked and cruel princes to evil.Moral
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